Sorry [Rebirth]

Zhong Maoshi came too early, Xun Mi glanced at the time, thinking that it would take more than half an hour to come from Zhong Maoshi's house, and it's only a little past eight o'clock, so he probably hasn't eaten yet.

So by the way, he helped Zhong Maoshi get a pair of slippers and came out and said, "Have you eaten yet?"

Zhong Maoshi really shook his head.

Xun Mi narrowed his eyes and smiled, and led him to the living room.

Zhong Maoshi watched Xun Mi's back from behind, and looked up and down many times.

Xun Mi's clothes are different from when he was outside alone. Maybe because he has nothing to do at home, so on the day off, he wears pajamas, and the layout is quite cute. The temperature is not high yet, but The heating had been turned off, and the pajamas were thick and fluffy.

...just like a rabbit.

He smiled and sat down behind Xun Mi.

On the table, Zhong Maoshi naturally saw the bowl of soft-shelled turtle soup in the middle.

He looked strange for a while.

After all, he lives in a different circle, and Zhong Maoshi has a thorough understanding of these things that make up the body—his father, in the early years, bullwhip, antlers, pork kidneys, etc., can be seen on the dining table almost every meal .

As for soft-shelled turtle soup, which is almost well-known to everyone...it's even more uncommon.

Xun Mi helped him serve a bowl of rice and put it in front of him. In fact, the meals at home are usually porridge with a little pickles, and some that can fill his stomach.

But today it was more unusual, but seeing Xun Zezong and Mo Jue's expressions of being familiar with each other, Xun Mi didn't ask any questions, thinking that it might be that Xun Zezong wanted to replenish his body, and he should have eaten for a while.

After all, he heard before that soft-shelled turtle soup can also prevent acute leukemia, but ordinary people may not like to eat it, after all, it looks really ugly.

Zhong Maoshi took the small bowl of rice, sat down next to Xun Mi, and said in a low voice, "Who in your family wants turtle soup?"

After he finished speaking, he looked around the table again, and found that Mo Jue seemed to be the only one who kept putting the spoon into the bowl of soft-shelled turtle soup. Like kidney deficiency?

Xun Mi didn't think there was anything wrong with it. This stuff really nourishes the body, so he said enthusiastically, "You can drink it all. Would you like some?"

"Yes!" Zhong Maoshi stretched out the bowl.

The aunt who made the soup is very skilled, and it doesn’t have any fishy smell. Zhong Maoshi used to eat it with his father, and he has long been used to the taste, and today’s soup is relatively refreshing. It doesn’t feel greasy, and it’s okay to drink. .

Who knew that Mo Jue over there suddenly stretched out his hand and said, "Give me a bowl too."

Xun Mi took a bowl of soup for Mo Jue with a puzzled expression, looked at the two green onions floating on it and said, "Isn't it right in front of you..."

Mo Jue raised his eyelids and looked at him, but said nothing.

The meal was completely weird, and Xun Mi actually had nothing to do at home.

If Zhong Maoshi hadn't come to him for tutoring today, he might have already packed up and went to the school library to kill time.

The time for the college entrance examination was approaching, and Xun Mi had already graduated and didn't think it was a big deal. It was the first time that Zhong Maoshi showed a very serious spirit of preparing for the exam, and he was very focused when doing the questions.

Xun Mi was next to him, playing with his mobile phone boredly. The final exam of their major was easy to handle, and there was nothing special to review. After entering college, he relaxed instead, and even wanted to skip classes all day and go home to sleep.

From time to time, he would put down his phone and take a look at Zhong Maoshi's scroll, and suddenly found that his handwriting seemed pretty.

Xun Mi blinked in surprise, put down the phone, and moved his head closer.

"When did your handwriting become so beautiful?" And I can't see a little bit of reluctance, because when I first started to practice handwriting and started to write independently, the speed was very slow, and there would be obvious traces of imitation .

But Zhong Maoshi wrote very fast and smoothly. Although the handwriting on the draft paper on one side was scribbled, it was also beautiful.

Xun Mi's breath suddenly came so close from the side, and Zhong Maoshi's smooth draft drew a long line on the paper, and his breathing quickened instantly.

Xun Mi didn't seem to notice this, but took a closer look at the handwriting, and then stepped back to look at his phone.

Zhong Maoshi just turned the page of the discarded draft paper and changed the place. When he spoke, he felt a little bit annoyed, and said, "Didn't you always say that I was a dog..."

Xun Mi blinked, "Did I tell you that?"

Zhong Maoshi paused, "No."

But Xun Mi once tactfully suggested to practice calligraphy by himself.Zhong Maoshi lowered his head, glanced at him, and stopped talking.

Today is the weekend, and there is no extra class in high school, but the teacher may add some remedial classes outside to earn extra money. Xun Mi checked the time, and it was almost eleven o'clock, so he asked, "Aren't you going home at noon?" go home?"

Zhong Maoshi shook his head and said hesitantly, "It's not too far from my home to yours. I drove here today. If you have something to do, I'll go back at noon and come back in the afternoon."

Xun Mi said, "I'm fine, I just want to ask you, did your teacher hold any remedial classes outside? You seem to have nothing to do on weekends."

"What do you mean there's nothing to do..." Zhong Maoshi muttered, "The second child has been asking Xu Changdu to supervise my studies every day in order to let me be admitted to Huada University, so he almost slept in my room at night... and reported What remedial class."

Xun Mi's expression changed when he heard the words.

He looked at Zhong Maoshi calmly, not knowing where the impulse came from, and suddenly said, "I heard before... Xu Changdu is the object of your father's funding?"

"Yes." Zhong Maoshi glanced at Xun Mi, but he didn't say too much because it was related to other people's privacy. He just said, "The son of the old man's first love back then couldn't afford to go to school. The old man was kind enough to help It's gone... who knows how I got mixed up with my brother later."

Xun Mi nodded.

The two of them didn't say anything after that.

The phone was about to run out of power, Xun Mi charged the phone and put it aside, checked a paper for Zhong Maoshi, circled a few mistakes, and a few double-calculated questions, and said, " I'll take a nap, you can rest after writing for a while, and call me after dinner."

The aunt downstairs has already started preparing lunch. Although Xun Mi didn't move much at home in the morning, he didn't eat much in the morning, so he would still be hungry.

Zhong Maoshi nodded, and silently responded.

In an instant, the only sound left in the room was the sound of the pen nib writing on the paper. The sun was shining on Xun Mi's face, and with this sound, Xun Mi gradually fell asleep.

At some point, the sound of writing suddenly stopped.

Zhong Maoshi stared at Xun Mi's sleeping profile, and slowly moved closer.

As the two were getting closer, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Mo Jue stood by the door, looked indifferently at the two people sitting at the table inside, stared at Zhong Maoshi for a while, and said, "What are you doing?"

Zhong Maoshi's mind went blank for a moment, and the only sound left was the sound of 'buzz'. He stood up from the stool in a panic, and stammered, "Xun, Xun Mi's face was accidentally splashed with ink by me."

Mo Jue looked at the water-based pen in Zhong Maoshi's hand, with no special expression on his face, "It's time to eat, let's go down."

Zhong Maoshi responded hastily, and passed Mo Jue.

When he was at the door, he suddenly looked back again.

Mo Jue had already walked to the table, and lightly stroked Xun Mi's face, not so much for wiping the stains on his face, but rather for stroking.

Zhong Maoshi was taken aback by this thought, and quickly shook his head.

Xun Mi was made to open his eyes by the touch on his face, subconsciously stretched out his hand to scratch, and said confusedly, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Mo Jue glanced back at Zhong Maoshi, who was still standing by the door, and chuckled vaguely, "Zhong Maoshi said, he accidentally got some ink on your face."

Xun Mi wiped it carelessly, but couldn't see anything on his hand, so he just yawned, stood up from the stool, patted his face for a refresher, and said, "Is dinner ready?"

"En." Mo Jue responded lightly, and stepped back a little.

Xun Mi just walked out, patted Zhong Maoshi's arm by the door, and walked down with him, saying, "Don't do math problems in the afternoon, I remember that you were not very good at Chinese before, and you should memorize ancient poems more What's more, there are ancient poems analysis, let's say you can earn more than ten points in the college entrance examination..."

When he was about to go downstairs, Xun Mi touched his face again and said, "I'm going to wash my face, you two go down first."

Zhong Maoshi subconsciously wanted to go with him, but Mo Jue walked up to the two of them in a few strides, stretched out his hand and rubbed Xun Mi's face vigorously, then raised his eyebrows and said, "It's already clean."

Xun Mi covered his face and took two steps back, looking suspiciously at Mo Jue.

But there is something on the face, if I don't see it with my own eyes, I always feel as if there is something in my heart, which is uncomfortable.

So he ran to the bathroom anyway, looked in the mirror for a long time and didn't see anything, he washed his face before going out.

When I went out, I saw Zhong Maoshi and Mo Jue still blocking the stairs, neither of them moved.

"What are you two doing?" Xun Mi went over with a look of surprise, and had already seen the food on the table, but the two of them blocked the doorway of the stairs, and neither of them moved.

Xun Zezong went fishing with his old friends in the morning, saying that he was almost home, so there was no one at the dinner table, only the vegetable soup in the middle was still steaming.

Zhong Maoshi stared at Mo Jue, feeling inexplicably unnatural in his heart. When Mo Jue didn't move, he didn't give in.

When Xun Mi came back, he looked at Xun Mi, and was about to say something, but Mo Jue on the side took him a step ahead.

"I have your favorite ribs for lunch." Mo Jue walked forward directly holding Xun Mi's hand.

Xun Mi already had a meal of pork ribs yesterday, and he ate quite a lot.No matter how delicious things are, you can't eat them one after another. If you get tired of eating, you won't think about it again for a while, so you have a bit of resistance on your face.

Mo Jue seemed to have opened his eyes behind his back, without turning his head, he pushed him on the chair on the second floor, "I did it."

Xun Mi still looked confused.

Mo Jue sat down opposite him, held one between his hands, handed it to Xun Mi, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

Xun Mi glanced at Mo Jue, and said aggrievedly, "...Eat."

Only then did Mo Jue withdraw his hand, not minding that Xun Mi had already used the chopsticks, picked up another rib and put it in his bowl, chuckled, "Good boy."

Xun Mi: "..."

Mo Jue, why is something wrong today?