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

In the morning of eleven, there are many people traveling, and the bus is quite crowded.

Ruan Qingmu carried her schoolbag, changed trains, and returned home.

As soon as he entered the door, there was no one sitting on the reception desk. Apparently, today was a holiday, and many people came to massage and relax. Even Mu Wanli had a job.

Ruan Qingmu passed by two massage parlors, looked at them, and sure enough, they were all full.

His mother, Mu Wanli, was in the room with Xiao Zheng. Inside, two little golden retrievers were lying obediently. One was pinching his feet and the other was pushing his back.

Ruan Qingmu probed in and called out, "Mom, I'm back."

Mu Wanli turned her head in surprise, and when she took a closer look, she became anxious: "Oh, what's wrong with this face?"

Ruan Qingmu touched the wound on her forehead, it was caused by fighting with Liu Jun and the others yesterday, after sleeping all night, it was more obvious.

He said with a smile: "I fell in the sports meeting, a bastard tripped me on the track, and I just hit it, but I got No. 1."

Mu Wanli looked at it distressedly, seeing that it was not serious, she was relieved: "There are fresh meat pot stickers made this morning in the kitchen, I will fry them for you again, so you can eat some more?"

Ruan Qingmu nodded: "Okay, let's eat some more."

Mu Wanli wiped her hands with a clean towel, and said to the little golden retriever who was bowing his head and playing with his mobile phone, "It's alright, alright, I'll only charge you half the price, get up."

The golden retriever had a bitter face: "Sister Li, I still have a milk bath on my feet, is this the end?"

The brother next to him was lying comfortably on the bed, enjoying pushing his back: "What are you talking about, I continue to soak myself, how moisturizing! My girlfriend uses milk to make facial masks."

The blind Xiao Zheng laughed silently.

The golden retriever sat up resentfully: "Sister Li, you really don't care too much. You just pinched my feet, so why don't you make breakfast for your son?"

Mu Wanli was anxious, she reached out to pick up the towel and wanted to whip him: "Shut up!"

Behind him, Ruan Qingmu said: "Mom, go ahead, I'll heat it up in the pot myself."

Mu Wanli had no choice but to give up: "That's fine, you can do it yourself, don't mess with it."

Ruan Qingmu casually asked the golden retrievers: "Where is your big boss?"

The two golden retrievers said in unison: "Brother Qiu went to buy stewed vegetables. He wants to come here for dinner. He said that the stewed beef from 'Huang Ji Laolu' in the next street is good."

Mu Wanli looked at Ruan Qingmu in embarrassment, then turned around and spat: "Of course, how dare you not bring food when you come to Cengfan?"

Ruan Qingmu smiled and said nothing.Passed by another room and looked inside.

Xiaoyun was standing by the massage table, knocking on the back of a big sister, and there was no one around.

Ruan Qingmu probed in: "Sister Yun, where is Xiao Zhuang?"

Xiaoyun turned her face halfway, pointed out with a smile, "Uncle Li took him to play at the canteen next door."

Ruan Qingmu turned and went out, and sure enough, Old Li Tou was sitting on a small wicker chair next to the canteen in front of the neighbor's house, with the little mute in his arms, teasing him.

"Is this delicious? Or this?" Under the sun, the old man was holding a few colorful things in his hand, and showing them to the little mute attentively, "This is yellow peach, this is strawberry..."

Ruan Qingmu tiptoed in, stood behind him, and said in a sinister voice, "Where is the kid abducting?"

Old Li shook his head and jumped up suddenly: "Little brat, you're pretending to be a ghost, the old man will have a heart attack because of you."

The little mute turned his head and saw Ruan Qingmu, his eyes lit up.

He tried his best to break free from Old Li's embrace, rushed over, and hugged Ruan Qingmu's leg.

Old Li was holding several beautiful jellies in his hand, but the little guy was still afraid of people. He held him in his arms, and he was too timid to move, but when he saw Ruan Qingmu, he immediately stuck to him, and he didn't mind it. hot.

Ruan Qingmu grabbed a piece of jelly from Old Li's hand, peeled it off, and handed it to the little mute: "Eat."

The little mute immediately opened his mouth and swallowed happily.

The owner of the canteen gave a "tsk" sound: "Don't give Xiao Zhuang more food, he's getting hungry."

Ruan Qingmu took another one from Old Li's hand: "Eat it, it's normal for a child to be greedy. It's not that I won't give you money."

The little guy is much more energetic than a few days ago, all kinds of scars on his body have faded, and the gauze has been removed from the place where the brick was slapped on his head, and a little fluffy hair has grown out.

Holding the big cup of jelly, he sucked it carefully a few times, took out the yellow peach inside, and smacked it in his mouth cherishingly.

The owner of the canteen sighed: "It's not that I don't want to sell it, Lao Li has fed him more than a dozen in the morning."

Ruan Qingmu was taken aback, looked at the little mute's stomach, stretched out her hand and patted it: "I can't tell, it's so edible?"

More than a dozen, even if he came to eat, he would feel overwhelmed.

The weather was a bit autumnal, and it was still very hot in the morning in early October. The little mute was only wearing a small vest, with a bit of his bony belly exposed, and a round navel.

After being slapped like this by him, the little mute immediately "giggled" and laughed, twisting his small body like a little brown candy.

Old Li was sour on the side: "Take food to tease him and he won't smile for a long time, but when he sees you, he smiles like a flower. This kid really doesn't know how to raise him."

Ruan Qingmu squinted at him: "Of course, I have a fate with him."

He stretched out his hand to pull the little mute over, gestured to zip the zipper on his mouth, pointed to his belly, and made an explosive gesture: "Don't eat too much, your stomach will explode!"

The little mute was very clever, and he understood it immediately, and immediately hid aside in shock, holding his belly in his hands, his little face was sallow with fright.

The owner of the canteen was amused, and Lao Li hurriedly hugged the dumb boy and glared at Ruan Qingmu angrily: "You are an adult, what are you doing to scare a child? You are so bad!"

Ruan Qingmu laughed loudly, let go of the little mute in a good mood, and ran into the kitchen.

Sure enough, there was a row of potstickers lying in the pot, still slightly steaming.

He lit the gas stove, briefly heated it up for a while, picked it up and ate five or six.

In fact, I ate it at school.

Qin Yuan's feet are in good condition, the cold compress is timely, and it is not serious in itself. There is no swelling when he wakes up in the morning, and there is no obvious pain when he moves.

But Ruan Qingmu was still afraid that he would get worse, so she set the alarm clock early and went to the breakfast street outside alone, and brought back two baskets of steamed buns that she ate last time, and two bowls of red bean porridge.

Fearing that the steamed stuffed bun would become greasy when it got cold, he trotted back all the way. When he got to the dormitory, he saw that the vinegar given by the boss was packed in a small plastic packing box and spilled a lot.

The two cats were in 106, and the room was full of vinegar, and they lingered for a long time.

Ruan Qingmu felt that of course it was not as delicious as dine-in food, but Qin Yuan insisted that this time it was better than last time.

Standing in the kitchen, Ruan Qingmu suddenly remembered something, took a few pictures of fried dumplings with her mobile phone, and casually sent them to someone on WeChat.

"Fresh meat pot sticker dumplings are no worse than Liji soup dumplings."

Soon, Qin Yuan's reply arrived: "Are you home? Didn't you have enough in the morning?"

Ruan Qingmu replied with a smile: "My mother made it, if you don't eat some, it will make her feel so uncomfortable."

Qin Yuan paused for a while, and then calmly replied: "It must be delicious."

He doesn't like to be disturbed by his aunt who cooks early in the morning. He always eats simple bread and milk for breakfast. It seems that he has never eaten this kind of homely breakfast since he lived alone.

Ruan Qingmu went back to her small room, looked at the line and replied, her heart suddenly felt sore and soft.

"Next time I go back to school, I'll bring you some?"

Qin Yuan was quiet for a while before replying: "Okay."

While chatting with Ruan Qingmu, his cell phone rang.

Qin Yuan stared at the number, with a calm face, and answered: "Dad?"

The background sound on the opposite side was messy, and his father's voice was anxious and embarrassed: "Xiaoyuan, I'm really sorry, I was about to leave for the airport, but something happened suddenly at home..."

In the distance, there was a nanny with a startled and high-pitched voice: "Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin! My wife has a stomachache again. Would you like to come and see me? Are you going to be sent to the hospital?"

The male voice on the phone obviously quickly covered the microphone, and the weak voice leaked a little: "Okay, I'll go right away, you guys watch carefully!"

The microphone sounded louder again, and his father was extremely embarrassed: "Your Auntie Wei has been hurting in her stomach all the time. I'm afraid she's about to give birth. I'm afraid I won't be able to go back for the National Day."

Qin Yuan listened calmly without speaking.

His father's voice gradually lowered: "I put 5 yuan on your card, so you can buy something for the holidays. By the way, Secretary Gao bought you two pairs of limited-edition sneakers. Do you like them?..."

Qin Yuan said "hmm": "It's okay."

His father seemed to be relieved, and was about to speak when another scream came from upstairs: "Mr. Qin! The pain is too much for my wife!"

Qin Yuan said before his father: "Dad, Aunt Wei's health is critical, and you can accompany her when she goes to the hospital."

He looked at his feet indifferently: "If you give birth to younger siblings, you have to stay with me in the hospital. Everything is fine here, don't worry."

The screen of the mobile phone went out, and the huge apartment was lonely.

Aunt Liu opened the kitchen door and asked him, "Young master, should the silver cod be pan-fried or baked in salt?"

Qin Yuan raised his head: "Oh, whatever you want. Sister-in-law Liu, come here as you see fit."

The kitchen door was closed and the apartment was quiet again.Qin Yuan stared blankly at the phone, then suddenly lowered his head and buried his face in his arms.

……

Ruan Qingmu looked around the room.

It turned out that his crib had been occupied by the little mute, and there were two toys beside the pillow.A small water gun and a cuddly bear, although they are all newly bought, they also look shabby.

There was also a small cabinet in the room, standing beside the bed, Ruan Qingmu opened it to look, there were some little boy's belongings in it, pitifully, there were not many clothes.

He sat down at the table, took out the test paper from his schoolbag, and sent another one casually: "Are you doing the test paper?"

This time, Qin Yuan answered very slowly.After a long time, a photo was sent: "I have finished a set of English."

Ruan Qingmu zoomed in on the photo and took a look, sure enough.

The background is a large solid wood desk, the test papers are neatly arranged, and Xueba is already working on the second set of math problems.

The [-]th holiday is actually not long, only three days, and the teachers of each subject frantically handed out the test papers, for fear that the students would completely neglect their subject in the past few days.

For the English test papers alone, three sets were handed out, and mathematics, physics and chemistry were not far behind, and two sets were handed out each.

Ruan Qingmu picked up the set of English papers: "Okay, I will do it too."

He didn't leave classes except language and math, and the test papers were all the same. He did it in a "swish" manner. After a while, except for the composition questions, the entire paper was finished.

"I'm done too." He immediately sent a message, showing off, "How's the speed?"

Qin Yuan replied: "Take a few photos, and I'll check the answers for you."

Ruan Qingmu scratched her head: "Forget it? This is so troublesome."

It's easy to take pictures, but it's obviously a lot more laborious to answer the answers one by one with a screen as small as a mobile phone.

Qin Yuan was silent for a while: "Actually, it's better to face the answer face to face."

Ruan Qingmu stared at the line, always feeling as if there was some hint, but also felt that she was thick-skinned and overthinking.

Which one to do next?Ruan Qingmu was a little worried.

He focused on Chinese and English, and he didn't pay much attention to mathematics, physics and chemistry.

In the original memory, there are only the most basic knowledge points, enough to barely understand in class, but if you want to improve quickly, you have to spend more time.

It's either that you can't work hard, or you don't have much motivation.

Before he could think about it, the door was gently pushed open.

The little mute poked his head in through the crack of the door, stared at the open textbook on his desk, and this time, he didn't come to hold Ruan Qingmu's leg, but ran in with a "thud thump", Climb up on the bed and hug the little bear, playing in silence.

Ruan Qingmu turned her head to look at him, feeling a little headache.

It's really similar to the one before.

After bringing the child by his side in the previous life, the child never left him.Whether he is practicing martial arts or going out, he always follows silently, and he can't be chased away.

Looking for someone to teach him martial arts and so on, he learned diligently, but when he learned every move, he rushed over immediately and practiced it for him.

Ruan Qingmu stared at the little mute for a while, then pointed to the schoolbag in front of her: "Be good and play by yourself, brother is busy."

The little mute couldn't hear his words, but nodded immediately, very well-behaved.

Ruan Qingmu then turned on the phone again, wanting to answer Qin Yuan, but another WeChat message popped up over there.

"Are you going to have lunch with your family? That won't bother you."

Ruan Qingmu stared at the line of words, no matter how she looked at it, she didn't think she was suspicious.

She was obviously polite and polite, but she seemed vaguely lonely.

Ahhhh, Ruan Qingmu went crazy: he must be thinking too much again!Why do you think that such a strong person is resentful and lonely, and still acting like a baby!

"Yeah, a big family." He replied slowly, "Me, my mother, two people who work in the store, and that little mute, and a social brother."

Brother Qiu's loud voice came from outside: "Sister Li, I've bought the stewed beef. Let me tell you, it's dangerous. I just got there, and there's only one piece left!"

The phone was quiet for a while, and this time, the message that popped up was even colder.

"Well, go and eat, I have noodles here."

Ruan Qingmu: "..."

this liar.

Last night in the dormitory, the two of them couldn't sleep, chatting head to head, he couldn't help asking Qin Yuan how he usually eats alone, the guy made it clear that the aunt who cooks will come on time.

I cook four dishes and one soup on weekends. If I can’t finish it, I will throw it away immediately. I will definitely make it fresh the next day.What the hell are the noodles!

It's almost lunch time, the dilapidated residential buildings are approaching each other, and the smell of food is wafting from upstairs to downstairs.

Looking out from the window, there are many housewives in the opposite kitchen window. I don’t know who is frying the spices in the pan. Mixed with the smell of pan-fried octopus from his kitchen, the aroma of various home-cooked dishes is mixed together. It is warm and delicious. Full-bodied, filled the room.

On the other side, Mu Wanli also finished a few dishes, and she was talking in a low voice outside: "Wait, Xiao Zheng, he will serve the meal after finishing this order."

Ruan Qingmu gritted her teeth: "You are jumping around in the kitchen, making noodles yourself?"

Qin Yuan replied with a "?".

"By the way, do you want a crutch? I used the leftover last time and haven't thrown it away yet. Why don't you use waste?"

Qin Yuan was silent for a while, then looked down at his feet which were in good condition.

He imagined Ruan Qingmu's appearance a few days ago, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he reluctantly replied: "Okay...you can bring it to me when you go back to school."

"Why don't I send it to you?" Ruan Qingmu summoned up her courage and typed quickly, "Otherwise you'll have to jump around for three days!"

Qin Yuan looked at the line of characters, it was obviously the regular script that came with the phone, but for some reason, it seemed to escape from wanton cursive script.

He stared blankly, the haze that filled the room seemed to dissipate suddenly, and the knots that were firmly pressed in his heart melted quickly like snow that had seen the sun.

"Okay, I'll send you the location of my home!"

Ruan Qingmu got up, rushed over, and hugged the little mute off the bed.

He stretched out his hand to touch the little mute's head, and suddenly his heart beat a little bit violently.

Regardless of whether the little mute could hear him or not, he said in a low voice, "Hey, I'll take you to meet an old acquaintance. Let's see...do you remember him?"