Silent Confession

Zhou Mu was angry, and Xin Yi could clearly feel it.

His wrist was tightly held, and the man took him out of the kitchen with a blank expression, and spread him out on the sofa to play games. Hearing their voices, he thought it was time to eat, and told them to wait without raising his head. Said to finish this round and get up again.

"not finished yet."

Xin Yi explained obediently, and tried her best to break away from the hand held by Zhou Muhui.

The man tightened his grip, and Xin Yi was a little scared, but she didn't know why he was angry.

"Then come here, I'll teach you, let's play together."

Before Xin Yi could speak, their cat jumped onto the sofa and knocked down his game console with all hands. Xin Yi let out a cry and quickly called to it, "Cat, come down."

Qi Fang was caught off guard by the cat, and yelled in fright. When he looked up, he saw Zhou Muhui staring at him with a cold face, and he realized that Zhou Muhui was here too.

"What, what's the matter...?"

Qi Fang retreated reflexively and looked towards Xin Yi.

Xin Yi blushed, and didn't break away from Zhou Muhui's hand, Qi Fang held the cat to look left and right at them, then shrank back into the depth of the sofa hesitantly.

"fine."

Xin Yi comforted him, put their clasped hands behind her back, and used the other hand to pull Zhou Mu back.

Zhou Muhui watched Qi Fang for a long time before letting go of him. At that time, Xin Yi's wrist was stretched out with an obvious red mark. Xin Yi didn't dare to look at his hand, but Qi Fang noticed it first.

"Kid, what happened to your hand?"

He shouted in a fuss, Xin Yi was stunned for a moment, quickly hid her hands behind her back, and hissed at him.

Zhou Muhui was already very angry, and Xin Yi didn't dare to add fuel to the fire.

Zhou Muhui didn't speak, just looked at Qi Fang silently again, Qi Fang's back felt cold, seeing him turn and leave, he pulled Xin Yi and asked nervously, "My child... did I do anything wrong?"

Why stare at him so horribly?

Xin Yi lowered her head, rubbed her wrist, and then gently closed her hand.

"…No."

He was immersed in his emotions and explained in a low voice, "He's mad at me."

Qi Fang let out a cry, his eyes moved back and forth with his hands, he saw the small piece of gauze in Xin Yi's palm, he was quiet for a while, then he came over and asked furtively, "Did you quarrel?"

Xin Yi shook her head, and said honestly, "No... I accidentally hurt my hand before, and I only discovered it when I was washing the vegetables."

"..."

"Child, how did you get on good terms with Brother Zhou?"

Qi Fang changed his posture and looked at Xin Yi strangely, "Are you so nervous just by waving your hands? My mother didn't shed a single tear when I was in a car accident before."

Xin Yi was silent for a while, not knowing whether to nod along with him or to say that he is really pitiful.

The less he talked about Qi Fang, the more interested he became. He simply stopped playing the game and squeezed beside Xin Yi.

"Son, tell me, I've never heard of Brother Zhou's gossip."

He winked, Xin Yi paused, and suddenly raised his head.

"Do you think...he likes me?"

He looked at Zhou Muhui behind the frosted door, and asked Qi Fang softly.

Qi Fang scratched his head, not understanding what he meant.

"Like it. I have a buddy too. If I accidentally offend my sister-in-law, he will chop me off with his eyes."

Xin Yi fingered her injured palm, feeling a little confused.

"You see that he is so angry when you hurt your hand. Isn't that called liking? He must have stared at me just now because he thought I was the one who caused your injury. I'm so miserable. I'm going to be your cannon fodder if I came to hide from a reporter."

"..."

"Isn't he mad at me?"

Xin Yi was stunned, he thought... Zhou Mu replied that it was because of him that he was so angry.

Qi Fang smiled narrowly, as if he had understood something, sat up solemnly, and said, "Child, you are so stupid."

"Tell me gossip, and I'll tell you what Brother Zhou is thinking."

The cat jumped off Qi Fang's lap, threw itself into Xin Yi's arms, and bit his wobbly, intact hand. Xin Yi didn't pay attention, but just raised his head in a daze, looking at him even more suspiciously.

Qi Fang understood the puzzlement in his eyes, and smiled inscrutablely.

"I have been debuting for so many years, and I have caused countless troubles for Brother Zhou. I understand his face best, kid, trust me."

Qi Fang inexplicably found confidence in this matter, and lied to him with nonsense.

Xin Yi believed it, he nodded blankly, let the cat in his arms bite him, and said hesitantly, "...OK."

Xin Yi and Zhou Muhui met because of his mother Xin Shao.

At that time, Xin Shao’s birthday was approaching, and Xin Yi’s gift had just been selected. Not long ago, Xin Shao said that the inkstone at home had been knocked off. New inkstone.

Xin Yi doesn't understand these things, all he knows is that his father often goes to some auctions, but he doesn't even know where the doors are open, let alone buy them.Later, I finally asked someone to find a piece, but when I was at school, my deskmate saw it and told him seriously that it was a fake, a fake.

"If you don't believe me, go to the Confucian Temple and find someone to take a look. Anyway, tomorrow is the weekend!"

His tablemate is a ghost, who grew up in a pile of books, and knows a lot of things that Xin Yi doesn't know, Xin Yi nodded blankly, and went to the Confucian Temple the next day with the inkstone in her arms.

The Confucian Temple is their antique city, and Xin Yi was impatient, waiting at the door, and when the lock of the door was unlocked, the elders beside him ran faster than him, Xin Yi was stunned, and hurriedly hugged her schoolbag in her arms , huddled in a corner and waited for them to leave first.

He was unfamiliar, and he was still young. When he squatted at the door, he was stared at by someone. Before Xin Yi took out his things, the other party came up to him to get close to him. Xin Yi was startled, and quickly ran away after saying a few words open.

Xin Yi didn't understand much, but he was educated by his deskmate before he came here. The other party told him not to trust those glib words, and asked him to find someone who didn't seem to pay him any attention. That's a master.

Xin Yi is a little confused, the antique city is too big, in addition to stalls and shopkeepers, there are all kinds of people at a glance, shouting and bargaining all over the street, he really doesn't know which one is the master.

Zhou Muhui appeared at this time.

Xin Yi actually didn't notice him at first, because Zhou Muhui was wearing a mask and was still tall. When he walked past him, he didn't see the other person's face at all. He slammed into each other's arms.

Zhou Mu happened to be moving goods back there, holding a solid wooden box in his hand, Xin Yi stood watching others appraise things, was squeezed by someone on the side of the road, and knocked his head into Zhou Muhui's arms on the box.

He was stunned by the impact, and sat down on the ground without screaming out the pain. Zhou Muhui was also stunned. When he looked down at him, the child was already in tears, holding his schoolbag and crying for a long time.

"..."

The person who received the goods called him nearby, Zhou Muhui frowned, handed the things to the other party, and said, "You go first."

Then he bent down and pulled Xin Yi up.

"Can you still go?"

Zhou Mu asked him back.

Xin Yi's eyelashes were all wet, seeing that he looked a little familiar, she realized slowly that when she came in just now, Xin Yi bumped into him too.

"…can."

Xin Yi rubbed her eyes, nodded while holding her schoolbag.

There was a burning pain on his forehead, like a swollen piece, or a broken skin. The weather in October is not too hot, but in the bustling antique city, it is really stuffy, and the pickled wound looks like it is going to explode open.

"Follow me."

Zhou Muhui let go of him.

Xin Yi was stunned, staring at his back for a long time, then hurriedly chased after him as if regaining consciousness.

Afterwards, he also felt that he was too defenseless, and he would leave when others told him to leave, but Xin Yi thought about it again, and felt that he could not be blamed for it, after all, he was stunned at the time, and Zhou Muhui's half-revealed eyes came back again. It's really pretty,

He nodded in a daze, and followed behind the other party.

Zhou Mu led him back to disinfect, and Xin Yi obediently stood in the store waiting for him. He came in in a hurry, but this time he stopped and found that this place was different from the stores he just visited. He held his schoolbag and looked curiously. Unexpectedly, someone inside suddenly called him, "Child, what are you doing?"

Xin Yi was taken aback, quickly took a step back, and explained to the other party.

"I, I wait for someone."

An old man walked out from behind the door curtain, as thin as a bamboo pole, wearing a sweatshirt and waving a cattail fan, he glanced at him casually, "Wait for someone, I'm the only one in this shop."

Xin Yi swallowed her saliva, hugged the schoolbag in her arms tightly, and whispered, "The man wearing the mask... is very tall."

Also very nice.

It happened that Zhou Mu came back, holding iodophor and gauze in his hand, and asked Xin Yi to go over.

Xin Yi seemed to see the savior, and quickly hid behind him.

"Xiao Zhou, aren't you going to deliver the goods?"

"I bumped a child on the road, and the goods were given to Du Jia."

He hadn't taken off his mask yet, and he washed his hands with alcohol before he was dealt with by Xin Yi.

Xin Yi lowered her head and glanced at him from the corner of her eye, but didn't dare to speak, he and Zhou Muhui were very close, and from this angle, she could see the other's tall nose bridge and the small shadow cast by the thick eyelashes.

It was the first time that Xin Yi was curious about a person, and her heart beat uncontrollably.

This feeling was so strange that the old man behind him called him for a long time and he didn't recover.

"Child."

The skin on his forehead did seem to be broken. The other party rubbed some ointment on him and wrapped it in gauze. Xin Yi was dizzy the whole time, as if swimming in clouds. What the hell, Xin Yi blinked his eyes, watching him tie a knot for himself, and put his head down to pack his things.

"Child, what are you holding in your arms?"

Xin Yi was hit on the shoulder, he raised his head in a daze, and the person who called him just now was standing in front of him, stretching his face to look at the things in his arms.

"... Inkstone."

He whispered, but didn't really want to take it out.

Because this person doesn't look like the expert he said at the same table.

"Want to sell? Or find someone to look at the goods?"

Xin Yi stopped talking, and leaned towards Zhou Mu unconsciously.

"Go to the hospital if you have an infection. This is my number. Let me know the cost when the time comes."

Handing over a note, Xin Yi raised her head and looked at him in confusion.

"...you didn't hit it."

But the hand was very honest, tightly curling the note in the palm of the hand.

Zhou Mu looked back at him and didn't argue with him again.

"I'll take you out."

After collecting the things, he turned sideways and told Xin Yi to follow him.

"Child, take it out and take a look, I'll help you take a look."

Seeing that he was about to leave, the old man urged him by waving his cattail fan, Xin Yi was stunned for a moment, then shook his head quickly, "No, no, no."

"If you don't sell it, you don't need me to take a look. Otherwise, you can find some random people on the street and fool you with a few unreliable words."

He raised his head and said, "I just caught up today, kid. If you miss it, you'll be gone."

He wobbled and walked back, sat behind the counter, drank tea, Xin Yi tightened his hand holding his schoolbag, and stopped hesitantly.

"...Is he reliable?"

Xin Yi didn't believe him, she pulled the corner of Zhou Muhui's clothes aside, and asked secretly.

Zhou Mu paused and said, "It's okay."

"...Then help me take a look."

Xin Yi turned around again, and took out the inkstone from her schoolbag.

The day after tomorrow is his mother's birthday, and he has no more time.

The old man behind the counter moved the teacup away, showing a beaming face, and hurriedly said, "Zhou Mu is back, you will leave later! Bring me the things behind!"

Xinyi quietly

She stopped silently, peeked at him from the corner of her eye, and asked in a low voice when the man entered the room.

"Is he here every day?"

The old man didn't even look up, "One, three, five, I don't open the door at other times, today is special, I only open it for a while."

Xin Yi snorted, and secretly rolled the note away in her heart, and carefully put it in her pocket.