Mo

To think that everything recurs as weonce experience edit, and that there recurrence itself recurs ad infinitum! What does this mad myth signify——Miland Kundera "The Unberable Lightness of Being"

(Think of what we've been through, think of them repeating themselves, and even repeating itself endlessly! What does this mad delusion mean?)

Mo Quan was lying on his book, waking up from class, accompanied by the bell for the end of get out of class, accompanied by the noise of the whole world and the eternal return that made him suffocate.Opening his eyes, there are still clouds and clouds outside the window, the slight sweat on the tip of his nose is cooled by the breeze, and his beating heartbeat slowly calms down.

Not surprisingly, there were three more people for lunch today.

Ye Rui was surprised by the lightness and monotony of Mo Quan's three meals a day - mainly fish and vegetables, supplemented by porridge.Absolutely do not touch chili, it is so light that people wonder if this person has no sense of taste.If the cafeteria did not meet the above requirements that day, he would rather eat bread.It is precisely because of this that his skin is so good - Ye Rui thinks so.

But as a senior foodie, she couldn't imagine how tragic it would be if her taste buds couldn't accept the baptism of spicy food.She also tried to share the fried meat on her plate with Mo Quan, Mo Quan politely did not refuse on the spot, but in the end the shredded pork was also left on Mo Quan's plate, and was taken away by the aunt in the cafeteria.

"Mo Quan, don't you think we're annoying. Follow you all day." Ye Rui has never been afraid to directly confront others about things that people would not ask out of politeness.

"No." Mo Quan just ate lunch mechanically, eating to prolong his life, without the satisfaction of being full.The sudden extra servants around him didn't interfere too much with his mechanical life, so they didn't arouse his disgust.

"Then you are always so silent."

"I'm just not good at expressing." Mo Quan looked into Ye Rui's eyes and gave a sincere answer. Although he was burdened with a huge lie, he rarely lied. There was no emotion in his eyes, but everyone could feel it. to the sincerity of it.

Ye Rui feels that looking at the handsome guy doesn't need to eat at all, it's so eye-catching, he used to think that hehe was still very good, but now hehe has been shielded in the shadow by the mysterious aura.

"Then, Mo Quan, why did you suddenly move into the dormitory? It's not good to live in your own home?" Le Tiantian is even more inexplicable than Mo Quan. Suddenly, because of his best friend, he was forced to associate with another person who thought he would never have anything to do with him for the rest of his life. Together!

Mo Quan chewed the contents of his mouth slowly, and said calmly: "The person who raised me passed away." So calm and calm.

The atmosphere froze with a "click", Ye Rui's heart seemed to hit the ground suddenly, she stomped on the side of the table from under the table, the pain was so painful that Le Tiantian almost spit out a mouthful of rice on the spot.

"Mo Quan..." Although Ye Rui is a girl with a serious middle school illness, she is a girl after all, and she can't stand such sad things. If it wasn't for the scruples in public places, she would maintain her "Setting the image", I would probably cry when I was alone-even if it had nothing to do with her.

"Your father..." Le Tiantian automatically assigned the "person who raised Mo Quan" to Mo Quan's father. He knew he had said something wrong and wanted to make up for it. He patted the table: "Mo Quan! It's okay, buddy! We are brothers and sisters, and I don't have a father either."

"Eh?" Ye Rui was shocked, and Le Tiantian said it directly.

Mo Quan's eyes turned to Le Tiantian.

"My original name was Le Yutian." The latter began to tell his own story. It had been a long time and could not arouse his hurt. My name is Le Tiantian, although I am a little idiot, but life, what, what, oh my Chinese is not good, you just need to understand what I mean."

Although Le Tiantian (Le Yutian) is full of chicken blood, Mo Quan is still indifferent.The scene is mysterious and dignified.

Ye Rui quickly changed the subject: "Mo Quan, why are you called Mo Quan?"

"Father's surname is Mo, and mother's surname is Quan." Mo Quan replied.

"Quan? This is the first time I've heard of this surname."

"You misunderstood." Mo Quan put down his chopsticks after finishing his meal, "My mother is Japanese."

"Oh——!" Ye Rui's eyes lit up instantly, "Hybrid! So it's Izumikun (Quan Jun)! My mother! It's the first time I met! こんにちは (Hello)!"

"Mixed race? It's not surprising that Asians are mixed with Asians." Le Tiantian couldn't get Ye Rui's point.

"こんにちは." Mo Quan replied, quite cooperative with the excited girl, "The pronunciation is good."

"Everywhere, I learned it from watching anime..." Someone blushed in embarrassment.

"My mother watched it too."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—— ! You really communicate well, you are completely different from what I imagined! I like you more and more, what should I do!"

That was the simplest liking, and Ye Rui knew it herself, so she dared to admit it boldly.This is the liking of a perfect object.

"izumi! I'm your little fan girl!"

"Izumi! Izumi!" Ye Rui was already crazy with joy.

"Izumi! Izumi!"

Someone who has been completely betrayed by his best friend and has been excluded from sight: I never want to hear that name again in my life!

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School is over on Friday.

Leaving the isolated school and returning to the noisy urban area.Baiping Street is an ordinary street submerged in the hustle and bustle of the city. It connects the two major business districts in the city, but there is no light rail subway passing by. Compared with the roads in satellite cities, the roads are too narrow.It's bustling, but crowded.Buildings of different grades are clustered in this area, living here seems to be submerged in the world.

Only under the dirty lights, amidst the traffic, amidst the sea of ​​red taillights, amidst the complaints and exhaustion of countless office workers, can I forget that I am still alive.Just like a speck of dust, it is enough to be forgotten in the depths of the sea like a dull boy.

After getting off the bus and walking to the gate of the community, he stopped.

There were many cars parked here and there in disorder, among which a pitch-black Bentley stood out.

"Crack." The car door opened.The driver in formal attire and white gloves stepped down and picked up a lady in plain dress from the back seat.

The driver saluted Mo Quan respectfully.

Mo Quan returned the salute slightly, and the driver sat back in the car.

"Koizumi." The lady walked over in a hurry. She was thin and light, with an elegant figure as graceful as a butterfly, and a girlish appearance. She was wearing more energetic lipstick, nothing else.As if meeting a lover she hadn't seen for a long time, she rushed forward in two or three steps, and hugged Mo Quan, who was nearly two heads taller than her.

"Mother."

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The setting of this article is an overhead China. Many settings in the article are contrary to the real situation. The location is fictitious, and the characters are fictitious. Yes, that’s it (laugh~