Deficit

The scenery outside the window gradually faded in his eyes, Mu Chan turned his head, "Did you do it?"

Mousse stared at his palm to confirm whether the sweat on his palm had been dried. He never understood his brother's intentions. For example, now, was he punishing his hand for making random phone calls during self-reflection, or was it because the sweat was too slippery to fail? He didn't know the fingertips tightly clasping the seam of his trousers, even, he was used to it, and he didn't think about it when he shouldn't.

My brother was standing beside me, the window was huge, and the two were side by side. Mousse even felt that his outstretched palm could receive a lot of sunlight pouring in from the window, "Yes."

Mu Chan then put the phone in his open palm, "138xxxx3922".

"What?" Mousse was a little dazed, but even more uneasy.

"Apologize." Mu Chan only had two words.

"I don't!" He finally remembered the phone number, his owner was Zuo Xiaonan, that is, the boy who took the lead in bullying Lu You.Although Mousse does not have the power to participate in decision-making in Kadi, he still has absolute authority on the basement floor.Zuo Xiaonan's full-time teacher chose to avoid disasters all over his body, and completely threw him out to vent his anger for Mousse and clear himself.Therefore, the fight this time was classified as an attempted rape, and Zuo Xiaonan paid the painful price of being banned from training for three years. At the same time, he also had the heaviest D25 whip, twelve strokes.The person holding the whip is Mousse himself.The three-year ban on training is equivalent to being hidden in the snow before debuting. The artist's youth can't bear to wait, which can be said to be a very severe punishment.The fifth blow of Mousse's whip made this ignorant boy call out to stop. At the same time, Zuo Xiaonan, who felt that his future was hopeless and was beaten to the point of unconsciousness, hurriedly proposed to terminate the contract in the training classroom.

For ordinary people, Kadi's liquidated damages are of course enough to pay for a lifetime, but Zuo Xiaonan's family is quite good, and he entered Kadi to sign a long-term contract, just for a chance to make his debut.Now that he has suffered such a big loss, he is a domineering young master, but after all he can't offend the deeply rooted Ka Di and the second young master of the Mu family. His parents lost money and took away the child as if they were fleeing.Although he was only beaten five times, Zuo Xiaonan is still lying in the hospital because of the heavy instruments of torture and Mousse's harsh lessons.After all, he was already wounded, and the wound was in a dangerous place.

Mu Chan saw that Mousse showed no remorse at all, and even had a bit of resentment in his eyes. He looked at him quietly, as if giving him the last chance, but Mousse seemed unwilling to understand at all. "Very good. The old rules." There was some peaceful reproach in Mu Chan's eyes, but he was not impatient.

"Brother, I did nothing wrong. It's unfair for you to treat me like this." Mousse almost jumped up.

Mu Chan didn't say anything, just raised his eyes.

Mousse was very angry, but he opened his mouth a few times, but he finally stopped talking. He lifted his feet, and his two legs couldn't take a step immediately because of the punishment of standing for more than twelve hours. Mu Chan deliberately didn't watch him pinch The pitiful look of keeping balance on his legs, just waited for him to go inside and move out an old box.

Mu Chan stood up, and the two brothers put the box close to the corner together.

Silent all the way, Mousse went to wash his hands, and then went back to the inner room.When he came back, he already had a 10g weight in his mouth.According to the usual practice, when I was punished, I talked back to my brother, and I couldn't speak casually for a whole day.

Mu Chan didn't ask him to open his mouth to check, his brother, he didn't have to.Now that Mousse came over, he stood squarely opposite him.

Mu Chan waved his hand lightly, and Mu Si's eyes were complicated, but he couldn't speak now, no matter how wronged he was, he could only obey his brother's orders.Walk to the box and sit upright cross-legged in a full lotus position.Keep your spine straight and keep your knees on the ground.Close your eyes, start from the leftmost end of the box, and silently draw the "Analects of Confucius?"Study".

Standing behind him, Mu Chan watched his fingers draw the last quotation mark before saying calmly, "Are you angry with me?"

His voice was not harsh, but for some reason, Mousse shivered fiercely.

According to Mu Chan's rules, his younger brother never forced him when he did not admit his mistakes, but only asked him to silently write "The Analects" or other classics.

This wooden box was originally a very ordinary maroon color, but over the years, Mousse used his fingers to write silently on the surface of the box. Not to mention the original color was worn away, even the height of the box surface dropped a few millimeters every year.Mu Chan punished him to write silently, not only to temper his temper, but also to give him more time to think.Since he didn't want to punish his younger brother, there was no need to embarrass him.Therefore, every time he was punished for dictation, he would be asked to put a cushion under his buttocks. After all, the marble floor of the punishment room was too cold.But now, Mousse didn't hold a cushion at all, and just sat on the ground in a daze.He couldn't speak with a weight in his mouth. Such a move was undoubtedly a silent protest.

Hearing his brother's question, Mousse stood up consciously, standing upright with his hands down, with a really low-browed and pleasing look.

Mu Chan looked at him, and for about a minute, Mu Si stood like that, obviously feeling cramped.Mu Chan still didn't speak, just stared at him, Mu Si didn't dare to look into his eyes at all, and lowered his head even lower.When Mousse's fingers tightly attached to the outside of his thighs had unconsciously clenched his home pants, Mu Chan said lightly, "Go back."

Mu Si stood there without moving, but raised his head, but before meeting Mu Chan's expression, he immediately lowered his head again.

But Mu Chan didn't look at him again, turned around, and stared out of the window again.

Mousse didn't dare to move, and returned to the box, but heard Mu Chan's voice from behind, as if separated by the backs of two people, the volume was not high, but very deep, "Where do you put the mat?" I know it. If you like it, you can put it on it, if you don’t like it, you can kneel, if you don’t want to cherish yourself, I don’t have to love you.”

Mousse turned his back and couldn't see his brother, but when he heard him say this, he got farther and farther away from him, and finally walked out.He stood alone in front of the box for a while, and finally went back to the room to get the mat out, but after all, he was struggling with his heart, and instead of sitting down, he knelt on the mat.

Mu Chan didn't come in to see him again, and just knelt down to eat dinner.

The punishment room of Mu's house does not allow any outsiders to come in, and even the servant who delivered the meal just knocked on the door and left the lunch box outside. Mu Si rubbed his sore knee and carried the food box to the corner table inside.The corner table is only about half the size of a student's desk, and the stool is the simplest kind of round stool.This corner table is for eating while introspecting, absolutely keeping everything simple.From last night to today, Mousse settled his three meals on this corner table. This morning, he had toast with ham and eggs, and he brought a glass of 250ml milk. At noon, he had one meat, two vegetables and one soup. In the middle of a meal, breakfast lunch, and a medium-sized apple.What was delivered now was a plate of stir-fried shredded potatoes, a plate of celery and bean curd sticks mixed with peanuts, and a small piece of fermented bean curd. In the small steamer were two steaming white steamed buns.People who reflect on themselves don't need to eat well, but they definitely don't treat them badly.At any time, starvation will never evolve into a form of punishment.

The corner table was very small. Mousse washed his hands and sat upright in front of the table, holding the steamed buns neatly and serving the dishes. He rubbed his fingertips that seemed to have peeled off a little bit aggrieved, and took every bite seriously. Really eat, with a cautious attitude, like a primary school student who has done something wrong.When you are almost full, pack up the dishes and put the food boxes outside the door, and someone will come to collect them.Mousse came back again, stuffed the stool under the corner table and put it away.Wipe the corner table with a rag, tidy up everything, then wash the rag, and put it on the shelf for hanging rags.After doing all this, I have to stand for another half an hour, waiting for the food in my stomach to digest.Then you can go back and reflect.

Planned choices, regular advances, step by step forward, down-to-earth, these are the life principles of Mu Chan.

Now, Mousse, who had been standing for half an hour, returned to the mat and knelt down. He thought that the pain in his fingers scratching the surface of the box was gone, but now he began to write silently, but his fingertips seemed to be rested delicately.Mousse gritted his teeth, desperately pressed his fingers on the box surface, and waited for the numbness to rewrite.

Mousse was more worried about Lu You than the small punishment that was limited to peace and concentration.He never thought that his brother would go home yesterday, otherwise, he would never bring Lu You back.It's just that it's useless to think about it now. I can only pray that my brother treats him as an ordinary person and doesn't pay too much attention to him.But looking at his brother's attitude towards Lu You, it is obvious that his idea is too unrealistic.If there is one thing that is on his mind, his hands will naturally be messed up.

Mu Si recited "Yong Ye" silently, but felt a chill on the back of his hand, and was raised by a waiter with a gesture like a rabbit's ears. When he looked back, it was Mu Chan.Mousse's face turned pale immediately.

Mu Chan shook his head slightly, and put his hand back on the box.

The Mousse man knelt on the mat, but his face was red up to the neck.