Sorry [Rebirth]

Xun Mi went upstairs to take a shower by himself, probably because people subconsciously act as thieves and have a guilty conscience, so he specially locked the door this time - this was not enough, and he also locked the bathroom door at the same time .

Even in summer, after taking a shower, there is a steaming mist in the mirror.

The mirror was covered in white mist, and only a very vague figure could be seen from inside.

Xun Mi opened the door, and a piece of air that was cooler than the inside was poured in through the crack of the door. He shivered, quickly dried himself, changed into his clothes, and went out.

He wandered around the room for a while, and finally picked up his cell phone.

Xia Dahai's phone number is not difficult to find - he called himself before, and Shao Ya also sent him Xia Dahai's contact information at that time, telling him that if he wanted to eat some fruit, he could ask him to save some for the evening.

He sat on the stool, thinking that the more he thought about it, the more annoying he became, so he cut the mess quickly and dialed the phone in a random manner.

Before the phone rang, Xun Mi himself was almost frightened by his own nervousness - he didn't know how nervous deterrence was, but at that moment he thought, anyway, the matter will be settled sooner or later.

He also didn't want to see what kind of time bomb suddenly appeared in his peaceful life. This thing seemed to be lurking in his life, and it would be difficult to be stable if he didn't get rid of it.

When the connection was made over there, Xun Mi found that he was at peace like never before.

"Hello?" A middle-aged man's voice with an accent came from over there. He didn't seem to realize who it was the moment he connected the phone, and shouted loudly, "Who is it?"

"It's me." Xun Mi's tone was extremely calm. At this moment, he even felt that he had never been so calm in his life.

There was silence for a moment, and then there was a panic, Xia Dahai's voice sounded again, with a little caution, "Yes, it's Mimi...you, do you have anything to do with me?"

"Yes." Xun Mi pursed his lips, frowned unconsciously, and then found a small box where he usually put cards.

Inside are all restaurant coupons, business cards, cash vouchers and so on. I usually go out to eat and I haven't searched for it. Most of them just think of it temporarily to eat.

It was helpful now - he had no idea where to meet Xia Dahai.

"You went to find my brother this afternoon, I know." He explained the matter clearly in a few words, and then, Xun Mi glanced at a Chinese restaurant he found in his hand, and after thinking about it, there should be private rooms inside , and can be booked in advance to avoid embarrassment.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and after a long time, Xia Dahai's mumbling voice sounded, "I, I..."

Xun Mi put down his business card with a headache.

Xia Dahai is cowardly and cowardly by nature, just a petty citizen with no knowledge at all, who has worked hard all his life in the city.

He is not very kind to Xia Fan, he has the natural male chauvinism of northern men, and is cowardly to the outside world, but at home he is completely arbitrary and autocratic, always feels that he is the head of the family and has to listen to him in everything.

——In the previous life, Xun Mi and Xia Dahai didn't even live together. They just met once in a while, and they were almost overwhelmed by this feeling.

Finally, he said to the other end of the phone, "When do you have time, let's meet and clarify things."

This time, there was no continuous silence on the other end of the phone, but he quickly said, "I have it, I have it, any time!"

"Then tomorrow, I'll send you the address later." Xun Mi frowned.

He didn't start school either, and as the last few days of school approached, he didn't want these things to affect his mood too much, whether it was with Shao Ya, Meng Yiyi, or going out with Mo Jue, watching a movie or something Yes, it's better than worrying about this matter.

It's better to cut through the mess with a sharp knife and explain it thoroughly, so as to avoid confusion in the future.

"Okay, okay." Xia Dahai said quickly, "Well, let...then, I'll wait for you."

Noticing the pronunciation of his word, Xun Mi frowned subconsciously.

It was a kind of rejection and resistance that came from the bottom of my heart.

He sighed, pinched his eyebrows, and sent the address on the business card to Xia Dahai's phone. After seeing the notification that the sending was successful, he put the phone in his pocket.

With a towel hanging over his head, Xun Mi swayed downstairs.

He didn't pay much attention to the time, only to find out when he got downstairs that Mo Jue's meal was almost ready.

Aroused by the smell, Xun Mi sniffed and ran to the kitchen, and found that the pork ribs had been cooked, waiting to be put into the pot by Mo Jue to stir-fry, and then pour syrup to make sweet and sour pork ribs.

"Ready to wash?" Mo Jue gave Xun Mi a look.

The child who had just been washed even looked a little translucent.

Xun Mi's skin is fair, and because he was often sick when he was a child, and he couldn't see the sun often, he would appear sickly pale, but in recent years he has recovered well, so he looks like a normal person complexion.

But at this moment, under the illumination of the warm lamp in the room, he couldn't think of any other adjectives.

Xun Mi stole a piece of spare ribs and ate them, not caring that his hands were stained with a lot of oil. He nodded his head up and down, and said while breathing vaguely, "Wash, wash, it's easy to mess with. So hungry bro!"

A piece of pork ribs under his stomach, not only did not fill his stomach, but he was even more hungry...

Xun Mi wandered around in front of the stove eagerly, and by the way, he gave Mo Jue a hand and poured out the soup on one side.

At the dinner table, Xun Mi's main attack was indeed the plate of sweet and sour pork ribs.

It is strange to say that when he was young, he actually preferred to eat vegetables, but the older he was, the more he liked to eat meat. The most exaggerated time, he begged Zhang Ma to make ribs for more than half a month, and he ate until he saw the ribs It's time to give up when you feel like throwing up.

He didn't even miss the juice in the food he ate here, and he ate all the food on his face without knowing it.

When Mo Jue was cooking, he deliberately made boiled ribs in the side stall, and after feeding Xun Mi, he would pass it to the dough ball to feed him a little bit.

"Brother, Tuantuan won't be upset by this..." Xun Mi muttered.

The little milk dog's stomach is very fragile. Although Tuantuan is more than four months old now, it seems that he can't eat too much meat.

"It's okay, I've picked the bones." Mo Jue smiled, and put a small rib with only the middle bone in Xun Mi's bowl - this kind is Xun Mi's favorite, one bite, you can eat the whole piece of meat All torn off.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder can be satisfied in one go!

Xun Mi felt relieved, and picked another rib from the inside.

Mo Jue also took a piece, and after swallowing his last mouthful, he said, "I'll take you to the movies tomorrow. Zhao Sixi's home has opened a home theater near the central square."

Xun Mi was caught off guard for a moment, biting a bone with a 'crack', and his teeth were sore immediately, tears welled up in an instant!

He glanced at Mo Jue with tears in his eyes, and said without tears, "brother, can we, can we go another day..."

"Why?" Mo Jue was a little puzzled, "Didn't you just clamor to see..."

When he said this, he paused for a moment before asking, "Xiong Da and Xiong Er?"

"Isn't that just playing with you..." Xun Mi muttered softly, then scratched his head.

Changing the time agreed with Xia Dahai would definitely not be able to be changed - Mo Jue knew his own daily movements clearly.

Apart from going out with Shao Ya and Meng Yiyi at ordinary times, or going to the library by myself, there is nothing special about it.

He can't find any reason not to go...

Mo Jue paused for a while, then suddenly said, "Did you hear that?"

Xun Mi blinked, thought for a while, and then nodded, "Well... I heard it."

After all, the parking lot was so quiet, let alone Xia Dahai's voice was so loud, Mo Jue hadn't hung up the phone at that time, how could he not have heard it?

Originally, he wanted to solve this matter by himself, but in the end, Mo Jue found out.

This made Xun Mi depressed.

"The appointment is to meet tomorrow?" Mo Jue asked.

Xun Mi nodded, thinking that nothing could be hidden from him.

"I have an appointment at a restaurant tomorrow afternoon." Xun Mi sighed, "Bring a private room to save embarrassment."

Outsiders will never know what is involved in a family. If we meet like last time in the small restaurant at the school gate, I am afraid that in everyone's heart, he will be firmly nailed down as a second generation ancestor and deny his father. , People who dislike their father.

Even if this father has nothing to do with him at all.

"I'll go with you." Mo Jue frowned.

"No need..." Xun Mi couldn't laugh or cry.

This time, he suddenly felt a little funny.

Mo Jue is like the head of a family, as long as he encounters something, he can't wait to give birth to eight hands and create countless avatars to help him walk a bright road.

... If this goes on like this, he will be spoiled by Mo Jue into a little trash.

Xun Mi smiled.

Those sufferings in the previous life seemed to be like a dream at once. He didn't even remember how he, who couldn't bear it and had to hold on, forcibly gave out psychological hints and forced himself to find chicken soup to drink .

"No need." Xun Mi smiled, and it wasn't the children who were going to fight, but also pulling his older friends to help and support him, "I can go there by myself, don't worry."

Mo Jue looked at him again.

Xun Mi blinked at him.

After a while, Mo Jue still put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, and said thoughtfully, "How about...I'll send you downstairs and wait for you downstairs?"

Xun Mi couldn't hold back now, and laughed 'puchi'.

Mo Jue couldn't help laughing.

A child who is about to grow up, and a big friend who is reluctant to let go, neither of them is better than the other, and they have become subconscious habits and actions.

"Alright then." Xun Mi nodded pretending to be calm, "You just wait for me downstairs, remember to find a place with shade and don't let yourself get too hot."

Mo Jue glanced at him.

Xun Mi wiped his hands, and patted Mo Jue's shoulder with his still oily paws, not caring about his cat-like mouth, "I'll pack some more vegetables tomorrow to feed you."

After finishing speaking, before Mo Jue was about to beat him up with chopsticks, Xun Mi ran away in a hurry!