C position study, God chooses the way

Ke Han finally opened the door for Mu Heng.

When Mu Heng saw him for the first time, he was stunned for a moment. He felt that something was different about Ke Han.

"Ke Han..."

Under the twilight of the morning light, the young man was as clean as someone who would only appear in a dream.

Ke Han's complexion is fairer than ordinary yellow skin. His skin color is as pale as milk due to not going out for a long time, and a trace of black and blue under his eyes is particularly obvious.

"Why?" He raised his head, a line of sweat slipped from his temples, and finally sank into the depths of his broken hair.

Mu Heng's Adam's apple twitched slightly, and he finally opened his mouth with some distress: "Um... Is the rice I cooked delicious?"

Ke Han immediately calmed down, and asked strangely, "What do you want?"

Mu Heng rushed over and hugged Ke Han suddenly, and whispered in his ear, "Good friend, please take me in for a few more days..."

His pounce almost made Ke Han lose his focus. He adjusted his movements with difficulty, and heard Mu Heng's heartbeat slightly faster. At the end of his nose was the smell of the same but different shower gel on Mu Heng's body.

The hot embrace was completely different from his cold body.

Ke Han reacted in astonishment for a few seconds, and finally looked at Mu Heng: "What's wrong with you?"

Mu Heng hugged Ke Han and found that he seemed to be a little taller than the other party, so he deliberately bowed slightly to make Ke Han try not to feel uncomfortable.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and showed Ke Han what he had received.

"In fact, I still have a little private money that I secretly hid, but I actually donate a portion of the money every month to this foundation... It's not for anything, it's just..."

Ke Han saw the foundation's transfer feedback record, and was stunned for a second, then finally raised his head and looked at Mu Heng, whose voice became quieter as he spoke.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes that had been dim for a long time suddenly brightened: "You want to say that if you give the money from your private house to that side, you will have no money to rent a house, right?"

Mu Heng was a little embarrassed: "I didn't mean it... If you find it troublesome, I'd better move out... Maybe..."

It was rare for Ke Han to see Mu Heng look so embarrassed.

After all, he walked all the way to his own classroom under the watchful eyes of the public. There was no trace of artificiality in being late, playing truant, and pretending to be aggressive. He was born to do such things.

Freedom is like the wind and snow wrapped in sand and gravel in Everest.

Mu Heng raised his head and met Ke Han's eyes firmly. It is not in his character to escape, and it is his normal behavior to actively seek solutions.

He has always believed that there are always more solutions than difficulties.

Ke Han chuckled lightly.

Mu Heng looked at him, quite surprised.

It seems that since he saw Ke Han who transferred from another school, he has basically never seen Ke Han's smile.

He has always given people that very gloomy and unspeakable feeling.

It was as if he had fallen into an abyss, and crawled out desperately, dripping with blood, and then fell back into the endless darkness once again under the fingers of the people standing on the edge of the cliff watching him.

On the surface, he is a good person, but no one knows how the desolate scene of Ke Han being smashed into pieces under the skin.

Under Mu Heng's complicated eyes, Ke Han took out his mobile phone, opened an app, and showed it to Mu Heng.

A pair of big eyes that were so bright that they seemed to glow flashed in Mu Heng's sight, followed by a not particularly dilapidated earthen classroom.

There are mechanical voices, immature and young voices, and the hoarse voice of an old man.

【"What do you want to do in the future?"】

It's the old man's hoarseness.

【"Teacher, I will be a teacher in the future!"】

Several immature voices rushed to answer.

【"Why do you want to be a teacher? You should have more possibilities!"】

It is a mature female voice with slight mechanical traces.

【"But teacher, didn't you tell us that there are places in this world that don't even have schools? If they don't have a teacher, then we can learn from the teacher and then teach them. Then they will have a teacher, as long as We help each other, and the world will always be better.”]

……

It was obviously just a short clip, and even the picture was not clear, but there was still a suspicious glimmer in Ke Han's eyes.

He tried to keep his tone as calm as possible.

"You seem to know that I had a miserable time before."

Mu Heng nodded silently.

Ke Han blinked his eyes, and told Mu Heng about his past for the first time: "During that time, I was really uncomfortable. Even if I took medicine on time every day, it still couldn't completely eliminate the feeling that came from the spirit. deep pain."

"At that time, I went back to her hometown with my mother."

"However, it didn't seem to improve my treatment. One day later—" Ke Han took a deep breath, and his breath became a little unstable. "My mother came to see me with something, and she gave it to me. Downloaded the app."

"There are a lot of short video records in it, and the recorders are not humans, but machines."

"Every record in the app tells me that although it is difficult, gentle flowers can always grow from barren land."

Mu Heng was speechless: "I...haven't actually downloaded this app."

Ke Han smiled.

He seemed very happy.

"That's good, it shows that you are purely doing what you think is right, instead of having ulterior motives like me."

Mu Heng shook his head: "I think, no matter what reason is given to charity, kindness is kindness."

Ke Han followed his words: "So, if you borrowed my house for this reason, it doesn't really matter. Although my house is not big, there is still a room for you to sleep in. I don't have any relatives in my house. You Living in my house, although my mother doesn't say anything, she is still very happy because it is so lively."

"A lot of times, when the excitement gets up, it's easy for everyone to forget the pain."

"Aren't you..." Mu Heng looked into Ke Han's eyes and could see the black-brown colored contact lenses in his eyes, "What do you mean, do I need money from you when I live in your house?"

Ke Han reacted thoughtfully for a while, then asked back with a strange expression: "Why do you say 'being fostered' so fresh and refined?"

Mu Heng: "..."

Ke Han: "Just kidding, you can stay at my house. If something happens to my mother, how can I be busy alone? Just don't ask me for money then, I thought we were already friend."

Mu Heng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, he didn't promise Ke Han that he would help to take care of him and asked, "What do you want for supper?"

"Double Skin Milk!"

Ke Han's expression betrayed that he had already thought about what he would eat.

Mu Heng: "..."

"If you said earlier, I can still do it."

but now?

The soft light of dawn adds a bit of hazy beauty to everything under it.

"It's already six o'clock in the morning, are you sure you want to eat double skin milk? I think if you really want to eat it, I can't do it, but it will be more troublesome... We are arrested three times a day, and we will be dragged over by him to conduct a review next week during the speech under the national flag."

The implication is, are you talking about a hammer now? !

"Forget it, I'll cook you some breakfast, and we'll go to school after eating."

...West Eighth District, PAYM Center.

Bayarova got out of the virtual reality device, her head covered in cold sweat, and even the back of her clothes were soaked in sweat.

The first time she opened her eyes, she saw Hastings sitting in front of her.

Hastings sat on the chair coldly, and seemed to have waited for them for a long time.

The president is also in the room where the spare virtual reality equipment is placed. When he came out, he didn't dare to make too much noise, for fear that Hastings would come to trouble him.

When he saw Bayarova being dragged into the battle by the player pretending to be "Hastings", he already felt that something was wrong.

And the strangeness came to a head when Hastings was spotted staring at them from a chair outside.

Bayarova's emotions were a little out of control.

Her beautiful emerald eyes are wide and wide, with thick eyeliner, which is pulled to the maximum at this time.

"Hastings, he's back."

Hastings didn't react at all, as if he had no idea who Bajalova was talking about.

But in fact, there is no one who knows better than the two of them.

Caesar is not here, so they can talk a little bit about "that person".

only……

The chubby president of PAYM's affiliated association rushed out and seized the opportunity to bid farewell to Hastings.

There was a sudden silence in the room of the spare virtual reality device.

"No one can stop him from returning to the field."

Hastings glanced lightly at Bayarova's weeping little expression, and said extremely indifferently: "In this world, the only ones who can stop Graham are himself and some force majeure."

Bayarova screamed hysterically: "He can't come back! He's a devil! He's gone mad!"

The cool Hastings, who will never be seen by the outside media, showed a cruel smile and said: "If you don't want him back, you'd better act as soon as possible. You have to be ready, if he does come back , For us, it was a nightmare catastrophe."

"He knows us so well, he knows our weaknesses, strengths, and even our little habits."

The sound was like the whisper of a demon.

It kept circling back and forth by Bayarova's ears, stimulating her nerves that had been a little weakened by Ke Han's fright just now.

"As long as he wants to destroy us now, it's like moving his little finger."

Bayarova left the room in a daze.

Only Hastings was left alone, sitting quietly in his seat, like a statue without emotion.

"What can you do when you come back?" He whispered, "I can destroy your 'genius' once, and I can destroy you a second time."

The voice was lower than when he was talking to Bayarova just now.

With an imperceptible tremor.

It sounds powerful, but in fact it is impossible not to be afraid.

"No one can take my things from me, not even you...no..."

The author has something to say: [I like Mr. Liu Cixin's "Country Teacher" very much. That short article is very soft and realistic science fiction, but it brings a very inner touch. 】