My old enemy from my previous life shared a bedroom with me

Fang Li was startled, and became even more nervous than him, blushing: "What, what?"

Fu Songhua touched his pocket, took out an unregistered canteen recharge card, and stuffed it to him: "Here, there is some money."

Fang Li stared blankly at the meal card: "Huh?"

"Use this money to buy some delicious food, and let's buy meat dishes!" Fu Songhua looked around and whispered.

Fang Li was stunned for a moment: "What is this for?"

Fu Songhua rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "Don't you and Ruan Qingmu often eat together? Let me see, your family is not very rich, and that little cripple is even more poor. You two are so thin, you always don't eat meat , Poor development is a lifetime thing. You buy delicious food and take him to eat with him."

Fang Li's lips twitched slightly: "He, he won't accept it?"

"Hey, you just say that he covers you every time, you are grateful, so treat him to dinner." Fu Songhua scratched his head, "Besides, the key is that you have to eat better, and I can't be with you all the time. .”

Fang Li stared at him blankly, squeezed the meal card tightly in his hand, and said in a low voice: "You...why are you so nice to me?"

Fu Songhua smiled, and poked his forehead with his hand: "That's the person I'm covering. Then it's settled, and I will deposit money on this card regularly. You just swipe, what do you and the little cripple like to eat?" , let go of the purchase.”

Just as he was talking, his eyes lit up, he looked at a figure on the path beside the playground, and hurriedly shouted: "Boss, boss!"

The tall and tall boy stopped, stood under the big camphor tree, and looked towards them.

Fu Songhua shouted at the top of his voice: "Didn't you say that you returned to school early? Why are you here again?"

The shadows of the trees were mottled, shining on the handsome young man's side face, with a clarity that was rarely seen at ordinary times, standing there, Zhilan Yushu, with handsome features.

"Well, there's a power outage at home."

Fu Songhua did not doubt that he was there, and jumped up happily: "Everyone is here, let's have a fight!"

The handsome young man under the shadow of the tree shook his head: "I have something to do, I'm going to the dormitory first."

I don't know if it's because the sun is just right and the breeze is intoxicating. He who is usually cold, arrogant and reticent seems to be full of vitality, and his whole brows are stretched.

Fu Songhua suddenly remembered that incident, and shouted at him at the top of his voice: "Boss, read WeChat."

He took out his mobile phone from the clothes next to him, avoiding people, and sent a message: "Boss, the task you gave me has been completed. The meal card is given to Fang Li. Don't worry about my work, I didn't say you gave it to me, hehe~ ~~"

Several members of the basketball team watched Qin Yuan go away, and laughed: "The boss of your class hasn't cooperated with you for a while, old Fu, you are no good, people despise you."

Fu Songhua jumped up and threw the leftover water into Fang Li's arms: "Help me hold it!"

With a basketball in his arm, he ran towards the field vigorously: "Fuck, whoever says I can't do it, come here and see if I don't torture you two to death!"

The corridor on the first floor was very shady, Qin Yuan opened the door of room 106, and closed the door behind him.

The owner of the bed table has only moved away for a day, and the whole bedroom seems to have been empty for a long time, and it looks extraordinarily empty.

He quickly packed the things in his suitcase, stood in the room, and silently took out his mobile phone

The dialog box is still stuck at the last time: "Then I will go back to school early, I can't wait to learn!"

——The words on the phone are in regular italics, but for some reason, it seems to have the same look as the owner, with a squinting air.

Qin Yuan sat at the table and opened a competition exercise book.

I did half a set of questions absent-mindedly, and looked at the time, it was already past five o'clock.

After a while, when it was past six o'clock, the door was still quiet and no one came in.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, picked up his phone, hesitated for a long time, and typed a sentence: "Is there a traffic jam? Are you coming to the school to eat in the cafeteria?"

No response.

Until the sky outside gradually darkened, and the twilight of the sunset gradually dissipated in front of the window, the person who had promised to return to school early did not appear.

The Wechat on Qin Yuan's mobile phone rang from time to time, and Fu Songhua's text messages kept skipping.

"Squad leader, what time do you go to the cafeteria?"

"Boss, have you eaten yet? Why can't the cafeteria find you!"

After a while, the voice message was changed: "Boss, where do you go to self-study? The school committee of the glasses boy in class 2 is asking, saying that if you go to the competition class for evening self-study, he has a question to ask for advice!"

Qin Yuan watched quietly, and it took a long time before he replied lightly: "You ask him to take pictures for me, and I will write to him."

……

In the small kitchen, Ruan Qingmu was sweating profusely, suddenly screamed "ah", and a plate fell to the ground with a slap.

Xiao Zheng was startled outside, and hurriedly fumbled to the door: "What's wrong?"

Ruan Qingmu hurriedly shouted: "Don't come in, there are broken porcelain pieces on the ground!"

Xiao Zheng was calmer than him: "Okay, I won't make trouble. Be careful when cleaning, don't cut your hands."

It's terrible, Mu Wanli and Xiaoyun haven't come back yet, usually their mother is responsible for the meals of the whole family, now there are two people left, one is blind, and the other is the young master who has never cooked, but they can't be both. Individuals are so hungry.

Ruan Qingmu finally studied the buttons of the rice cooker, cooked rice, and heated up some leftovers, and the two of them ate it hastily.

By the time I finished cleaning the dishes clumsily and got everything done, it was already past seven or eight o'clock.

Finally, I took the time to look at my phone again, only to see that line of questioning.

"Is there a traffic jam? Are you coming to the school cafeteria?"

Lying there quietly, it seemed that he was still waiting stubbornly.

Ruan Qingmu flicked the water off her hand, stared blankly for a while, and sighed.

"I'm helping my mother cook, I can't make it in time." Ruan Qingmu thought and thought, and could only reply like this.

Qin Yuan sat in the dormitory, looking at the WeChat page.

Cooking and eating with my mother, no wonder.That's right, a loving mother, filial piety, and having fun with your knees are the daily routines of normal people.

Not everyone is like him. His father and his stepmother, who is pregnant again, have already lived in other cities, with only Aunt Liu who cooks and Uncle Yan, the bodyguard, accompanying him.

He replied lightly: "Well, it should be."

Ruan Qingmu was a little confused, what should be?

Grabbing the phone, he gritted his teeth, and suddenly replied impulsively: "I'll go back right away! I have a monthly exam tomorrow, and the house is so noisy that I can't study."

Qin Yuan grabbed his schoolbag and was about to go out to the classroom when he suddenly saw this sentence and was taken aback.

Where will he go when he comes back?Should I go to the study room of Class 9, or come here directly?If you come here, if your review is late...

Ruan Qingmu didn't say anything, and he couldn't ask any questions.

Standing at the door in a daze, he turned around in a daze and put down his schoolbag.

He opened the cabinet, found a bed sheet and a spare pillow, climbed onto the empty bed next door, and laid it on it carefully.

Even if you don't live here anymore, what if you are tired from studying and want to take a rest?

……

Ruan Qingmu finished tidying up the floor, grabbed the suitcase, and went out. As soon as she reached the door, there was a noise outside, and a group of people finally came back.

Mu Wanli assisted Xiao Yun to enter the door, followed by the flower-armed man Qiu Ge with the little mute on his back.

Brother Qiu put the little boy down, sat down on the chair, sweating all over his face, and opened his mouth to curse: "Fuck me! I'm so mad!"

A lot of lotion was applied to the little boy's body, gauze was applied to some places, and the back of his head was bandaged, making his head look bigger.

Getting off Brother Qiu's back, he threw himself at his sister's side immediately, hid most of his body silently, and carefully looked out through the cracks in her arms.

Ruan Qingmu put down the box and frowned: "What did the doctor say?"

Xiaoyun was still crying silently, and Mu Wanli said, "Fortunately, it's okay, it's just a flesh wound, the ribs are not broken, and the wound on the head from the brick has grown back by itself, and there is no way to stitch it up."

When Xiaoyun heard it, she couldn't do it anymore, and she burst into tears: "Xiao Zhuang, sister, I'm sorry..."

The little boy couldn't hear anything, Xiaoyun's tears dripped on his face, he raised his head, showing a little anxiety, and tiptoed to touch his sister's face.

Ruan Qingmu squatted down, carefully avoiding the wound on his leg, picked him up, and brought him to Xiaoyun's face.

The little mute stretched out his dirty hands and slowly wiped his sister's beautiful face, making anxious and hoarse "ho ho" sounds from his throat.

"I shouldn't be so soft-hearted, I should chop up that family with a knife!" Brother Qiu took the towel handed over by Mu Wanli, wiped his sweat, still feeling displeased.

Ruan Qingmu hugged the little mute, and turned her head to look at him eeriely.

"How can you chop them to death so easily? If you want me to say, you have to hang the couple upside down, cut off their hands, and let the blood flow slowly. Then use a brick to smash the head of the little bastard, One to the left, one to the right."

Brother Qiu patted his thigh: "Oh, well said, it suits my taste, so I will do it like this next time!"

Mu Wanli stretched out her hand and slapped him on the head, neither light nor heavy: "Shut up! Don't bring my son into harm's way."

Brother Qiu was thrown to the side by her beating, and he was extremely wronged: "Sister Li, please be reasonable, it is obviously your son who is bloody..."

Mu Wanli turned her head to look at Ruan Qingmu, her pungent face immediately changed to tenderness: "Mu Mu, don't talk nonsense, and don't learn those lines from TV dramas, it's so creepy."

Ruan Qingmu smiled.

Mu Wanli turned her head and stared at Brother Qiu again: "Okay, you can go too. You've been busy for a few days, go back and get a good sleep."

From running to Xiaoyun's hometown to save people, to running thousands of miles to bring the child back, being caught in the police station for a long time, and today carrying the child to the hospital, after a few days, it was really exhausting.

Xiaoyun stood up, cried and bowed deeply in Brother Qiu's direction: "Brother Qiu, Xiao Zhuang can't speak, I thank you for your kindness on his behalf..."

Brother Qiu was so frightened that he quickly hid to the side: "Oh, don't say that, if you want to thank, you can thank Sister Li, I will listen to her!"

Mu Wanli smiled: "Okay, come to eat at noon tomorrow, and I will thank you on behalf of Xiaoyun."

Brother Qiu put on a smug face: "Sister Li, then I'm not welcome. Let me have a plate of sauerkraut fat beef. I ate it last time. I'm still hungry."

Mu Wanli glared at him fiercely, then stretched out her hand and pushed him out of the door.

Ruan Qingmu pulled Mu Wanli into her room: "Mom, that child will sleep in my bed from now on, and there is usually no one in my room, so it might be empty."

Mu Wanli looked at the mat on the floor and was stunned.

No matter how kind she is, this is also her only son, and she usually wants to give him the best. Now, in such a small house, do you still need her son to make the floor?

"Twilight, don't worry about—"

Ruan Qingmu interrupted her gently: "Mom, let's make it so."

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy is already quite tall. Standing under the light, his spine is straight and his smile is light, as if the summer wind blows through the bamboo forest, and the expression in his eyebrows and eyes has an adult's opinion.

Mu Wanli stared blankly at her somewhat unfamiliar son, feeling sore in her heart.

"Okay, let's do this first..."

Ruan Qingmu smiled, and pulled up the small suitcase beside her: "Mom, then I'm leaving."

Mu Wanli was in a hurry: "Going to school so late? It's past ten o'clock to get there. What if the dormitory building is closed?"

Ruan Qingmu shook her head: "It's okay, I can catch up."

He didn't want to take the bus, he just went out to take a taxi, and no matter how poor he was, he had to go back as soon as possible!

Mu Wanli had no choice but to say, "Okay, then you can go."

The house is in such a mess, my son might as well go back to school if he stays here.

She turned around, looked at the little mute who was closely following Xiaoyun, and sighed: "Xiaoyun, let go, you have to take a bath for Xiao Zhuang, he is really dirty."

Although the wound was treated in the hospital, the doctor couldn't wash his whole body. Brother Qiu and the other big men couldn't get close to the child, scratching and scratching, and crying.

With tears streaming down her cheeks, Xiaoyun spoke with difficulty: "Sister Li, I, I can't see..."

Neither Xiao Zheng nor her eyesight is good, and this dumb brother can't communicate, so someone has to take care of him, but I have to rely on others for everything, and I feel miserable and hopeless in my heart.

Mu Wanli sighed: "I know, I'll wash him."

She squatted down, went to pull the little mute, and made a gesture of undressing: "Come on, auntie will take you to take a bath, clean up, understand?"

The little mute suddenly shrank back, buried his head firmly behind Xiaoyun, and never came out again.

Mu Wanli and Xiaoyun chatted for a long time, but the little mute just didn't let go, and was embarrassed and confused for a while.

"Oh, how old is this child, are you embarrassed?"

Xiao Yun whispered, "Seven years old soon."

Mu Wanli was a little surprised.

He looked like he was only five or six years old, and he didn't have the stature of a kid in the city at all.

She was helpless and funny: "Even if I'm seven or eight years old, I'm afraid my mother will do something? Xiao Zheng is a man, but he can't see it!"

While in a hurry, Ruan Qingmu's voice sounded from behind.

"Okay, let me try."

……

In the bathroom, Ruan Qingmu set up a basin of water, put a small plastic stool beside it, and pressed the little mute on it to sit down.

It's strange to say that brother Qiu rescued the child all the way, but the little mute was afraid of him, and when he saw Ruan Qingmu, he was very obedient.

From the moment Ruan Qingmu took his hand, he kept quiet and kept his big head on his head without saying a word, staring at Ruan Qingmu with his dark eyes.

Ruan Qingmu nodded his nose: "Look at your little appearance, you have cheated on me again, right? You wanted to follow me life and death in your last life, and you didn't leave anything behind."

When he saw this child, he felt trembling in his heart, and there was really no way to let him go.

The appearance of his personal bodyguard in his previous life was seven to eight points, especially the eyes, which looked very familiar, dark, deep and empty, as if he was used to seeing the sadness in this world.

The little mute couldn't understand what he said, lowered his head, put his black feet into the big basin of water, grinned suddenly, and laughed silently.

Ruan Qingmu looked at his small naked body and sighed.

It's too dirty, but with so many injuries on his body, and gauze and so on, he can't hold the shower faucet to flush desperately, nor press it into the bathtub to soak.

Ruan Qingmu picked up a towel and dipped it in some water, and made a gesture to the little mute: "I'll wipe it for you, don't hide."

As the saying goes, ten are deaf and nine are dumb. Most of them are hard of hearing. They cannot learn to speak because they cannot hear other people's voices.The child can obviously babble, and the vocal cords are obviously good.

The little mute stared at him, but he didn't dodge.

Her small body was pitifully thin, her limbs were lonely, and her neck was so thin that it seemed to be broken at any time, but her face was beautiful. After wiping off the stains, she revealed a face as delicate and lovely as her sister's.

Ruan Qingmu took the towel, avoided the wounds on his body, and wiped them bit by bit, gritting her teeth from time to time.

No matter how careful you are, it will inevitably affect the injuries from the abuse. Sometimes the little mute will suddenly twitch and yell once or twice, and more often he will be obedient, looking down at the basin of water, as if he is used to pain Same.

Ruan Qingmu said to herself: "You are so young, how can you have such a hard life? I used to have a little guard who couldn't speak, but he was not born with it. Besides, he is better than you."