Sorry [Rebirth]

Because it was Mo Jue's birthday, Xun Mi also pushed for a dinner for his roommates to celebrate together.

Yang Ye won an award for a small paper he submitted in the school, and the prize money happened to come out today, and he planned to invite them to have a meal together, but he suddenly remembered that brother Xun Mi's birthday was today, and he had made an appointment a long time ago, so the few people We discussed it... eat in the cafeteria and celebrate together another day.

Today he had classes all day, and he didn't have any free time for the entire eight periods. At noon, he didn't even go home. After eating in the cafeteria, he took a nap in the dormitory, and he was more energetic in the afternoon.

But this is the case, for a whole day of computers and codes, when the last class is over, Xun Mi feels that he is about to faint, and it seems that a group of code symbols have turned into meeting words when he opens and closes his eyes. Floating like a writhing bug.

I walked home slowly. Fortunately, it was not too late. It was around seven o'clock in the evening, which is usually the time for dinner at home.

But at night, I thought that Mo Juezong would eat something good for his birthday, so Xun Mi didn't eat dinner, but just bought some small snacks to fill his stomach. He was already too hungry at the moment, so he speeded up a little. , Go back and prepare quickly.

The floor-to-ceiling windows on his side were bright, obviously someone was inside.

He handed over the key to Mo Jue at noon, and Mo Jue said that he had nothing to do in the afternoon, so he would deal with those difficult things first, so that Xun Mi could attend class well.Otherwise, after Xun Mi finished his last class, it would be too late to deal with it when he got home.

Xun Mi stood downstairs for a while.

The night wind blew and it was a little cold, but for no reason, it felt as if something had touched my heart lightly.

It's late after school, but the feeling of having someone waiting at home is... really nice.

He quickened his pace, and was about to rush up in two or three steps. He saw Xun Zezong's car on the side of the road. There was no one in it, and it seemed that he had already gone up.

The landlord only gave him one key, but Xun Mi made a new one just to be cautious, and put the other one in the gap behind the fire box outside the house.

He didn't bother to get the key again, and he knocked on the door "tuk-tuk-tuk" for a while, trying the feeling of needing to knock on the door when he returned to his side for the first time.

The door was quickly opened, and it was Xun Zezong who came to open the door. After seeing that it was Xun Mi, he smiled and took a pair of slippers for him from the shoe cabinet next to him.

While watching Xun Mi put on his shoes, Xun Zezong rubbed his hands with a smile, and said strangely, "This feeling is quite good."

He has never experienced any opportunity for his children to prepare slippers for him after returning home - their house is a duplex villa, and the children's bedrooms are all upstairs, so they can't hear them at all, and he usually doesn't have one when he goes home. Accurate time, plus Xun Mi goes to school, Mo Jue works, sometimes there may not even be a person at home.

It's not like now, he is playing here, and Xun Mi is back, and he can still open a door for Xun Mi.

Although it is very fresh, it feels really good.

Xun Mi laughed when he heard this, rubbed his hands in the same way as Xun Zezong did, then put his bag aside, and said, "How is your cooking?"

It's a bit embarrassing to say - he was supposed to prepare today's meal, but in the end it was Mo Jue who came to clean up.

Hearing this, Mo Jue came out of the small kitchen for a while, leaned there and said with a smile, "Go wash up, there is still some soup."

Xun Mi smiled and ran to the bathroom to wash his hands and face.

As soon as he entered the door, he could smell the aroma. He hadn't eaten anything good all day, and the saliva had already started to overflow in his mouth.

After a meal, Xun Zezong was naturally not the one to clean up.

But today he volunteered to put away the plate, looking particularly interested.It's a pity that he has never been in the kitchen in his life, and he doesn't even have the opportunity to go to the kitchen to find food secretly. He knows how to serve dishes, but he doesn't know what to do next.

In the end, Xun Mi took the things in his hands and went in with them.

However, after the meal, Mo Jue seemed to have no energy, leaning on the bed with the pillow Xun Mi bought, lazily flipping through his phone, and covered his body with a cup, which was slanted and not tightly covered, and did not move much.

Xun Zezong listened to the voice from the kitchen, and cast a slanted glance at him from the corner of his eye.

Mo Jue raised his eyelids and looked at his father without moving.

Xun Zezong pursed his lips and moved towards the kitchen.

Mo Jue still didn't move.

This slap made Xun Zezong very angry, and he slapped Mo Jue on the forehead with a slap. He just wanted to scold him for not being up to date, but he didn't know that the heat of the tentacles seemed not right.

He put his hand on Mo Jue's forehead suspiciously, compared it with his own, and said, "Have a fever?"

Only then did Mo Jue speak, but he seemed to be fine, just nodded and said, "I'll have a low-grade fever in the afternoon, it's okay."

In fact, he already seemed a little weak when he spoke, but he didn't realize it.

Only then did some disapproval look appear on Xun Zezong's face. He looked at Mo Jue's slightly wrinkled face and said, "Son, you are not young this year. After you get older, you need to pay more attention to your body. Mi is still young, you said that if something happens to you before you catch him..."

Mo Jue's face darkened for a moment: "..."

"Okay." He stood up from the bed with a headache, stopped looking at Xun Zezong, and went to the kitchen to help Xun Mi pack up the things together.

Only then did Xun Zezong happily get up from the suffocated little stool, and leaned on Xun Mi's bed to rest for a while.

Then he looked at this small place, although it was comfortable, but he still had to find a way to bring people back home.

Xun Zezong touched his stomach, feeling that he was really worried about the child.

Xun Mi also noticed that Mo Jue was not feeling well. Usually, although the two of them did not wash things together often, they definitely did.

Normally at this time, Mo Jue would always try to tease him, but today he was surprisingly quiet, Xun Mi looked at him suspiciously several times, and finally said, "Brother, are you alright?"

"It's okay." Mo Jue said very briefly.

In fact, he already had a little fever in the afternoon, and then bought some medicine randomly and took it, and didn't take a good rest, and it seems that the fever hasn't subsided now.

Xun Mi didn't believe it, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch Mo Jue's forehead.

The water is too cold, I can't feel it after putting my hand in it for too long, I'm used to the water temperature, but the temperature of my hand out of the water is much higher than the temperature of my forehead, Mo Jue was touched so suddenly, and then subconsciously backed off a little.

Xun Mi wiped his hands and said in a low voice, "Don't move."

As he spoke, he held Mo Jue's head in both hands, stood on tiptoes, and gently pressed his head against his forehead, leaving it as soon as he touched it.

"Looks like I really have a fever..." Xun Mi muttered, not seeing Mo Jue's eyes that darkened in an instant behind him.

Mo Jue cleared his throat and leaned against the wall behind him.

The kitchen is too small, the two of them stand here, and if they move a little, they may bump into each other at any time. At this moment, his and Xun Mi's legs are tightly attached. Feeling hot, he smiled, "Try again, whether you have a real fever or a fake fever."

Xun Mi didn't doubt that he was there, so he put his forehead on it again.

However, as soon as he stood on tiptoe, Mo Jue's hands were already supporting his sides, and his whole body pressed up, blocking Xun Mi on the cabinet behind him, and then, amidst Xun Mi's somewhat confused expression , Mo Jue directly kissed her with an irresistible tendency.

Xun Mi was dumbfounded.

Feeling the unnatural temperature on his lips and the breath on his face, Xun Mi waited until Mo Jue finally receded before covering his mouth, "Brother..."

Mo Jue looked at him quietly, leaning back without any strength.

Xun Mi lowered his head in a panic and wanted to go out of the kitchen, but forgot that there was a small stool behind him, and tripped over him accidentally. Although he didn't fall, he jumped onto the wall of the kitchen door.

Xun Zezong outside heard the movement and shouted from a distance, "What's wrong?"

"fine!"

Xun Mi yelled out before pursing his lips, looked at Mo Jue, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything after moving his lips twice, and finally walked out with his head buried in frustration, completely ignoring For a moment, his heart beat like a drum.

In the evening, Xun Mi sent Xun Zezong downstairs, and Xun Zezong walked slowly to the car with Xun Mi, saying to Xun Mi, "Your brother has a fever, I won't let him go back today, you can take care of him later. "

Xun Mi bowed his head in response.

The two walked slowly to the side of the car, Xun Mi opened the door for Xun Zezong, but Xun Zezong didn't go in.

Xun Mi turned his head back and said, "Dad, what's wrong?"

Xun Zezong shook his head and finally put his hands on the car door, but before going in, he turned around tremblingly, looked at Xun Mi eagerly and said, "Mimi, if you are not used to living outside, just... Just move back."

Unexpectedly, Xun Zezong would say this suddenly, Xun Mi was silent for a moment.

Afterwards, he did not reply to Xun Zezong positively, but said, "It's getting late Dad, you go to bed later when you get home, and be careful about food accumulation."

Xun Zezong looked a little disappointed, and got into the car slowly.

When the car started, he still pinned his hands on the window and looked back anxiously. Xun Mi was still waiting there, not moving.

When he could no longer see the back, Xun Zezong sighed, slowly raised the car window, and leaned back.

The driver in front of him naturally heard the conversation between the father and son, and couldn't help but said, "Mr. Xun, children at this age will always be a little rebellious. Boys, college is a bit wild."

It was rare for Xun Zezong to have a conversational nature, but he shook his head and said, "Mimi is different."

Perhaps related to his childhood experience, Xun Mi has almost a sense of paranoia about his family.

When so many children always want to leave home, Xun Mi will never.

Since he was in junior high school, when he learned that he might have to live in school, he cried silently for a long time alone. It wasn't a child having a temper tantrum, but he just said that he didn't want to leave home.

He would rather spend two hours on the road every day when he gets up early and goes to bed late every day, rather than lie comfortably in the school dormitory.

Xun Zezong touched his chin with his hand, and suddenly felt that he really worked hard for the two children to be together.