Abducted the female teacher's best friend

The end of the new year is approaching, and all kinds of tickets are in short supply. Now it is no longer possible to buy high-speed rail tickets from City B to City J.

On the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, Zhou's father called and said that he would drive Mo Zebei back to J City for the New Year.

It was freezing cold outside, and the biting north roared past the window. Father Zhou closed the window, holding the phone, his face tense, his attitude tough, and he would not refuse.

This person's mother abandoned her since he was a child, and now that he has no father, how could he have the heart to let the helpless Mo Zebei stay in City B, like a fisherman who lost his way, on the endless sea, against the fog In the white mist, paddling lonely oars, amidst the lights of thousands of houses and the sound of fireworks and firecrackers, drifting sadly until dawn.

Because Mu Hanxi was still at work, Mo Zebei didn't call her, thinking to tell this person about going back to City J for the New Year later.

In the afternoon, she went to the supermarket to buy vegetables as usual, and was going to make dinner for her parents.

At 06:30 in the evening, Mu Hanxi called and said that the company was temporarily working overtime and would not be home for dinner, and told them not to wait.

At seven o'clock, the three of them ate together around the dining table.

At around eight o'clock, Mo Zebei cleaned up, tidied up the kitchen, took off the apron, put it away, and then went to Professor Mu's bedroom. Father Mu was also there, leaning against the bedside to read a book.

Mo Zebei greeted them both, and briefly said that he was going back to J City for the New Year.

Father Mu took the lead to look away from the page, looked up at her, moved his lips, but didn't speak.

Professor Mu even pursed his lips, and the atmosphere was very silent.

Mo Zebei tugged at the hem of the sweater uncomfortably, with embarrassment and embarrassment on his face.

"I'm going back to the apartment now..." She lowered her head, looking at the shaggy brown carpet, her voice getting lower and lower, "Go back and pack... pack your bags."

She talked on her own, but no one responded, and the scene was a bit embarrassing.

An unspeakable sadness suddenly came to her heart, she forced a smile, then turned and walked away.

She was carrying a bag, facing the cold moonlight, and riding an electric scooter against the bone-chilling chill.

The road was slippery, she rode very carefully, the cold wind blew her short hair, the tip of her nose was red from the cold, her lips trembled slightly...

There was a section of the road that was flooded and then icy, like a roller skating rink, untenable. Many people suffered here this morning.

At night, the light was poor, and the light of the electric car had a limited range of light. Mo Zebei fell to the ground without paying attention.

Her helmet was stolen yesterday. She went shopping for groceries and put the helmet in the front basket of the car, and it was gone when she came back.

She touched the gurgling blood on her forehead with her gloved left finger, and she was still thinking that if the helmet was still there, her forehead would not have been scratched by the ice front.

The clothes on her body were thick, so they should not have been bruised, at most they were bruises, she slowly sat up with support, the blood on her forehead ran down her cheeks, along her neck, all the way down, and sank into the neckline.

She pressed the ground and stood up with strength. She felt severe pain in her right elbow and knee. She closed her eyes and inhaled, frowned, resisting the discomfort, and stood up.

After a while, she put down her schoolbag, took off her gloves, and took off her down jacket and sweater. The cold and wet night wind blew in violently. She shivered uncontrollably, and wrapped her trembling hands in the white shirt she had taken off. Closed the wound on the forehead, tied a knot, the blood flow gradually decreased...

She put on her coat again, picked up her schoolbag, carried it behind her back, limped, took small steps, bent down, and slowly helped the electric scooter that had fallen to the ground.

She was pushing the car, staggering, and walking very slowly, the dim yellow streetlights stretched the shadows of people and cars very long.

I don't know how long I pushed and walked like this, and finally arrived at the apartment complex.

After parking the car, she suppressed the pain from all over her body and went back to the apartment to take a hot shower.

There were many bruises on his body, the most serious ones were on his right elbow and knee, which caused severe pain when he touched her a little.

She turned off the shower with her hand, and took off the white shirt that wrapped the wound. The part that touched the wound was already stained red with blood.

After cleaning the wound and drying her body, she reluctantly put on her pajamas and went out, threw the blood-stained shirt into the trash can, and then went to the bedroom.

The last time Meng Yuanhao came to the apartment to look for her when he was broken in love. Once he fell drunk and scratched the back of his hand. Mo Zebei gave him a simple hemostasis treatment, and went to the pharmacy to buy medical supplies to help him clean and disinfect, and bandage the wound. Items are not used up, some are left.

She dug out the iodophor and gauze from the suitcase, looked in the mirror, and carefully treated the wound by herself.

At around eleven o'clock in the evening, Mu Hanxi called Mo Zebei. She had just taken a shower and was lying on the bed.

"What time did you go back?"

"It's around eight o'clock." The wound and bruise were oozing pain, she endured it, and her voice was very soft, "Tomorrow I'm going back to City J, and Uncle Zhou and his family will drive over to pick me up."

Mu Hanxi was stunned for a moment, then lifted the quilt and got up: "I'll go find you now."

"Don't come!" Mo Zebei didn't want Mu Hanxi to know about her injury, so he subconsciously blurted out, aware of the urgency in his tone, afraid that this person would think too much, and explained slowly, "It's too late, Lu Slippery, not safe."

"I don't want you to go."

"Uncle is also kind," Mo Zebei thought, "and your parents haven't agreed with us, so I shouldn't stay and spend the New Year at your house..."

Mu Hanxi lowered her eyes and remained silent.

"I haven't been back for a long time. There must have been a lot of dust in the old house. It's just a good time to clean up inside and out during the New Year."

When Mu Hanxi thought of Mo Zebei wiping every corner of the old house alone, she felt so sad, her relatives passed away, and her lover was not by her side, how sad it was...

Her eyes turned red quietly, and she bit her lips tightly: "I want to spend New Year's Eve with you, don't leave."

Mo Zebei's nasal cavity felt sore, she put the back of her hand against her nose: "There are still many opportunities in the future..."

The two chatted for more than half an hour, and finally Mo Zebei hung up the phone on the pretext of packing his luggage.

At noon the next day, Mu Hanxi ordered a meal for her family. She didn't have lunch, so she drove directly from the company to find Mo Zebei.

Mo Zebei might as well have her come over suddenly, thinking it was a food delivery, and opened the door directly, with the gauze oozing blood on her forehead, she looked terrible.

Mu Hanxi froze there directly, her expression was astonished, amazed...

"You...how did you get hurt?" Mu Hanxi gently touched the man's forehead, her lips trembled, and her eyes gradually became moist, "Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?"

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore," Mo Zebei wiped the tears from the corners of the man's eyes with his fingertips, and said distressedly, "Don't cry...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kept it from you, I just didn't want you to Worry......"

Mu Hanxi's voice was choked up, tears streaming down her face: "You just want to bring this injury back to celebrate the New Year?"

"It's not serious, it's just that I accidentally fell down on my bike..."

"Where else is injured?" Mu Hanxi said with a nasal voice, "I want to see for myself, you are not allowed to hide it."

While the two of them were talking, the delivery boy came over, and Mu Hanxi helped him carry the lunch box, and the two of them walked inside and went to the bedroom.

Just as Mo Zebei was about to take off her clothes, her cell phone rang. It was Zhou Ruoxin calling, saying that she would arrive in an hour.

"Okay, I see, I've already packed up, and I'll wait for you at the gate of the community."

Mu Hanxi gently hugged this person from behind, tears dripping silently.

Mo Zebei's heart trembled, and he slowly covered the back of the man's hand, and waited for Zhou Ruoxin to finish speaking before she hung up the phone.

"I'll be back early, and we'll see each other soon."

Without making a sound, Mu Hanxi slowly backed away and took off the man's clothes.

She checked Mo Zebei's injury carefully, and helped him apply the medicine. She didn't say a word the whole time, she only had red eyes and bit her lip.

Looking at her like this, Mo Zebei felt extremely uncomfortable.

She wanted to kiss this person to comfort him, but Mu Hanxi turned her head away: "You can eat, they will be here in a while."

Realizing that this person might be angry, Mo Zebei didn't dare to make any further moves. She ate honestly. During this time, Mu Hanxi sat aside and stared out the window in a daze.

After the meal, Mo Zebei took her hand and said softly, "I promise I won't be like this in the future, I will tell you anything, no matter good or bad, I will never hide it from you."

Mu Hanxi turned her head away, not looking at her, trying to hold back the tears that were about to burst into her eyes.

"I'm sorry, don't be sad...I'm sorry, please forgive me."

Mu Hanxi's heart softened when she heard this, and she reached out to hug her.

The two hugged for a while, and after calculating that it was almost time, they went downstairs.

Mu Hanxi helped her carry the suitcase, while Mo Zebei wore a black hat to cover the wound and bandages.

The two of them waited at the gate of the community for a few minutes before the car arrived.

The three members of Zhou's family got out of the car, Mu Hanxi greeted them briefly, gave Mo Zebei a few instructions, and left.

One minute later, Zhou Ruoxin received a text message from Mu Hanxi: Mo Zebei is injured, try not to let her drive on the way back, safe journey.

Zhou Ruoxin didn't ask any more questions, she just replied 'yes', then turned off the screen, and went to the co-pilot.

Back in J City, Mo Zebei insisted that he lived in the old house and refused to go to Zhou's house.

"Uncle, aunt, don't worry, I will definitely come over on New Year's Eve."

She was resolute, and Zhou's father was not good at forcing others, so he had to let her go back.

Zhou Ruoxin said that she hadn't seen Mo Zebei for a long time, and she was going to stay overnight at Mo's house and go back tomorrow, Zhou's father and mother didn't say anything.

In the end, Zhou Ruoxin carried Mo Zebei's suitcase and climbed the stairs slowly with this man.

"She told me that you were injured, what's going on?"

Mo Zebei fumbled for the keys, then said calmly, "I just accidentally fell down while riding an electric scooter, it's fine."

"Take off your hat, there is no one else here." Zhou Ruoxin raised her hand to turn on the light, and looked at her in a blink of an eye.

Under her gaze, Mo Zebei slowly took off his hat.

Zhou Ruoxin frowned lightly, lowered her head, concealed the distress in her eyes, and quietly went to this man's bedroom with the suitcase.

At night, the two of them lay under the blanket, one at each other, and the surroundings were silent.

"Her parents still disagree with you?"

Tiredness hit, Mo Zebei almost fell asleep, and suddenly heard this man talking again.

"Ah."

After a long silence, at the end, Zhou Ruoxin just sighed and said, "Go to sleep, it's getting late."

Mo Zebei closed his eyes slightly, and pulled up the quilt.

The old house that Zhou Ruoxin helped clean the next day didn't let Mo Zebei do much.

Zhou's mother also came to Mo's house at noon with a lunch box and fruit.

After the two left, Mo Zebei lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

As the dusk gradually fell, she closed her eyes and nestled under the quilt, her expression a little numb.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Meng Yuanhao came.

"This year I plan to celebrate the New Year at home by myself, not going to my father's house, nor my mother's house," he choked up, his eyes reddened, "it's unnecessary to go anywhere anyway."

Mo Zebei took the cigarette handed by the man, lit it, and took a puff. After a moment of silence, he smiled bitterly: "At least they are still alive."

This night, Meng Yuanhao didn't leave, he sat on the sofa with her all night, and only left in the morning