Zamoli

He Mu had no dreams all night. When he woke up, he was exhausted after a serious illness. He threw off the quilt in confusion, and hesitantly opened the door. Chang Mingan was sitting at the dining table, drinking porridge, and looked up at him.

"morning."

He Mu recalled everything that happened yesterday, including Chang Ming'an helping him change his clothes, carrying him downstairs and taking him to the hospital, and accompanying him to the bathroom with an infusion bottle.He froze in place for a while, seeing Chang Mingan lowered his head to eat his own breakfast as if nothing had happened, so he went to wash up without saying a word, and also scooped up breakfast and sat opposite Chang Mingan to eat.

"No class today..." He Mu whispered after drinking half a bowl of porridge.He had just finished speaking, and immediately realized that today is Saturday.

"Well, no." Chang Mingan replied.

The two fell silent again, just eating the porridge in silence, occasionally there was the sound of a spoon hitting the rim of the bowl.

Chang Mingan saw that he had almost finished taking the medicine, so he pushed the medicine towards him, and he brought a thermometer with him, and ordered: "Take the medicine first, and take your temperature after taking it."

After waiting for the temperature, He Mu took out the thermometer and was about to look at it. Chang Mingan took the thermometer over very naturally, pinched one end, turned it to the light, read the temperature, and said: "I still have a low fever, rest well. Bar."

He Mu has a class at the part-time job later today, not many, just one class, it's just a teaching assistant, it's over in an hour, it's not hard, he just remembered, and he doesn't want to transfer classes at such an urgent time, no Great, so he said: "There are still classes in the part-time job, it doesn't matter."

Unexpectedly, Chang Mingan frowned immediately, ordered He Mu's glass on the table, motioned for him to drink up the hot water in the quilt, and discussed, "Can you ask for a vacation, or transfer a Tiao, you still have a fever."

He Mu felt that he was not uncomfortable except for a little fatigue. He cherished Chang Mingan's care and kindness to him very much. He finished drinking the water, put the cup away, and did not speak.Seeing that he lowered his head and didn't say a word, Chang Mingan saw that he had nothing to do with him. If he was tough, he had no position, and if he let it go, he couldn't get over it. Finally, he could only sigh and said, "I'll take you there."

He Mu was still a little hesitant, but Chang Mingan had already stood up, took the car keys, and said, "Let's go."

He quickly changed his clothes, packed his things, squatted at the door of the house, rubbed Mumu's big face, and followed Chang Mingan downstairs.Both of them tacitly skipped the previous night, but He Mu sensitively discovered that there were still some differences. Chang Ming'an would no longer look directly at him for a long time, and physical contact could be avoided. Touched him while wearing the seat belt and said "sorry".

He Mu was still a little disappointed, but he thought that at least Chang Mingan was still by his side, and it wouldn't be bad if he was sick.

The place where He Mu works part-time is an institution that teaches children to dance. It is not far from the university town. He has worked there for two years. He is patient with the children, and the children like him. The teachers there also take good care of him. He Mu He has been teaching very seriously, and he has considered engaging in this field after graduation.

Chang Ming'an followed He Mu's instructions and parked the car downstairs, raised his hand to look at his watch, and asked, "How long is your class?"

He Mu didn't expect to ask Chang Mingan to take him back, so he hurriedly said, "I'll just go back by myself..."

"If you don't tell me, I'll have to wait."

He Mu's fingers hidden in the pocket of the sweater twisted together again, and said, "One and a half hours."

Chang Ming'an helped him remove the safety belt.

"Go."

One and a half hours, whether it is long or short, Chang Mingan is fine today, and he can't think of where to go, so he just stayed in the car, turned on his phone and played an economic lecture as background music, propping his head in a trance .

He originally thought that he would move back to live in the urban area by himself, and be separated from He Mu, leaving room for both of them to think. Who knew that He Mu's illness would bring the situation back to the way it was before.

No, there is still something different.

It's late autumn, and the yellow leaves of ginkgo have almost fallen off. The road that is not swept frequently is covered with a thick layer of leaves, like a golden carpet.

Chang Ming'an recalled the ginkgo leaves that he casually gave to He Mu at that time, and no one expected that the relationship between the two of them would suddenly become like this.As for which kind, Chang Ming'an couldn't tell.Whether He Mu likes him, He Mu never said clearly, and he can't ask.If he really likes it, what should he do? Chang Ming'an, who usually has a clear mind, can't think of a reason for it now, his mind is in such a mess that it feels like a handful of paste has been poured out.

Just in a daze, thinking about things, an hour and a half passed without knowing it.Chang Ming'an looked at his watch, tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, and waited for another 10 minutes. There were waves of children coming out of school.Chang Ming'an finally decided to lock the car and go up to have a look, he was afraid that He Mu's fever would not subside and he would feel uncomfortable.

He followed the signs in the elevator and went up to the fifth floor.

Inside are several large dance studios with wooden floors and glass walls. Most of them are in class, and they are all children, doing splits and kicking their legs, full of energy.In the innermost dance classroom, He Mu is there. His long hair is tied up high, he wears a small bag, and he wears a thin T-shirt that is convenient for dancing. His back is wet with sweat, and his cheeks are flushed. A little girl with a bun in her hair is talking.

The little girl obviously liked He Mu, she hugged his hand and said, "Mr. He, do you think I danced well today?"

"It's too good," He Mu said seriously, "Miao Miao, who will pick you up today."

The little girl Miaomiao pouted and said, "My cousin came to pick me up, he hasn't come yet, can you accompany me?"

He Mu said helplessly, "Someone is waiting for me."

Miao Miao's eyes widened: "Who is waiting for you, your girlfriend?"

"No, no..."

He Mu obviously couldn't stand the little girl, and the two chatted again. The little girl took out her mobile phone from her small bag and showed it to He Mu, complaining softly: "Look at the martial arts that the teacher asked me to wear. Clothes, it's ugly..."

When He Mu communicates with children, he is always very serious, unlike most adults who praise in a perfunctory tone, they are sincere.He took a closer look and said, "No, it's very handsome."

Miao Miao was not happy: "How can you say you are handsome? Boys are handsome. You have to praise me for being beautiful."

He Mu thought for a while and said, "No, girls can be handsome, and boys can be pretty. I really have to go."

Chang Ming'an found that he unconsciously curled his lips into a smile.He didn't listen anymore, knowing that He Mu was fine, he turned around and went downstairs quietly, sat back in the car and waited.Although he was waiting, there was no impatience in his heart.After a while, he saw He Mu coming down. He still held Miao Miao by the hand, lowered his head and gave her a few words of advice, and put her downstairs.

He Mu looked up and saw Chang Ming'an's car, and walked towards him in three steps at a time, with a faint smile on his face, with a little imperceptible eagerness, facing the late autumn sun.

Chang Mingan's hand involuntarily clenched the steering wheel, feeling his heart beat a little faster, just a little.