I am miserable by being attacked by the social bully

I teased, "Look at you, if you hadn't dragged him to chat with you so late yesterday, wouldn't he be able to get up?"

When it was over, she put a bowl of rice in my hand and continued to tease: "Although it is presumptuous to say that you are young, but you have to restrain yourself if you are too crazy."

I opened the chair for my mother, and after she sat down, I said: "I am wronged, if he hadn't hugged him too much yesterday, I wouldn't have tossed and turned to make him fall asleep in the middle of the night. Besides, you don't feel sorry for me but So accuse me, is it my real mother?"

"Maybe it's because I think Xiaoqiu's personality is better than yours, and he looks better than you. I can't help but want to swap your positions with him to see the effect."

My mother looked at me with a smile, "Is it really not Xiaoqiu?"

"What's the effect?" I told my mother, "He has a lot of energy to get up in the morning. It's better not to wake him up, let him wake up by himself."

My mother put a piece of onion in my bowl, "The effect is--I am very happy."

I picked the onion from the bowl to the table, shook my head, and sighed at the onion, "What else can I say? As long as you like it."

My mother reached out and picked up another piece of onion and threw it into my bowl, "You're welcome."

I looked at the onions in the bowl speechlessly, and finally conceded, "I was wrong, I will go and wake him up right away."

My mother smiled, "Thank you for your hard work." After finishing speaking, she took a piece of fried meat and put it in my bowl.

I stood up helplessly, turned and walked into the room.As soon as he opened the door, he saw Liao Muqiu sitting on the bed with his back slightly bowed, his hair disheveled and his eyes empty. The only thing that remained unchanged was that his expression was as indifferent as ever.

I approached Liao Muqiu, sat down beside him, and looked at him a little curiously.

His eyes were focused on a certain place without focus, and he looked forward motionlessly, not caring whether I had come in at all.

The line of her lips was slightly pursed, her hands grasped the sheet, sometimes loosening and sometimes tightening, her brows were also wrinkled, as if thinking of something, and seeming to be enduring something.

I stared at Liao Muqiu without saying a word. To be honest, he sometimes makes me feel strange about him. I can't describe this feeling with words because I can't find the right words. to express.

It's like a climber who is about to fall off a cliff, trying to find something to rely on, and finally sees a strong tree, and finds out the rope after a lot of effort and finally secures it.

When I was about to climb, there was a snap and the rope broke.

And my strange feelings about Liao Muqiu are just like the climber who broke the rope. I finally figured it out, and when I was about to rejoice, I realized that it was all nonsense.

I waited for Liao Muqiu for a long while, but it was as if he couldn't see me, his eyes fell here and there, but he didn't fall on me.

In the end, I couldn't help but pat him on the head twice, "Are you awake? Come out to eat when you are awake."

Old houses usually have a characteristic, that is, when the atmosphere is quiet, if you suddenly speak, it will appear particularly empty.If the room was a little bigger, there might even be an echo.

Liao Muqiu's eyes rolled very slowly, and after a few minutes, they silently fell on my face.

He spoke with an unusually hoarse voice, "Nanbei...I miss her so much."

17. I am an account that you can't shake on WeChat.

The sunlight poured down on Liao Muqiu's body in circles from outside the window, coating him with an almost transparent yellow layer.

At that moment, I almost thought he was going to cry.

"Who?" I asked him, frowning.

He didn't answer anymore, just looked at me quietly.His complexion was a little pale, and I could even see the blue blood vessel on his neck clearly.

I thought about it, went to sit beside him, lowered my voice, and made it sound as soft as possible, "Did you miss your mother?"

His pupils constricted instantly when he heard this answer, and I stared at him motionless, seeing a slightly searching face reflected in his brown eyes.

After a while, he pulled out a hasty smile, but the question was rushed by him, "What's for dinner today?"

"Onion." I answered him without thinking.

"I don't like it," he said.

"I know." I answered him, "Sometimes, people have to learn to accommodate. Even if you don't like things, as long as you see more and get used to them, you won't reject them. The same is true for things that cannot be forgotten, such as memories, Like the past."

He froze for a few seconds, lowered his eyelids, and said softly, "I can't let it go... and I can't forget..."

I saw the red mole again, thinly dotted on his eyelids, looming.Just like the slight ripples on the surface of the water, slowly swaying into my heart round by round.

I wanted to comfort him, but I didn't know where to start.Maybe I'm not suitable to be a facilitator, because when I finished what I said before, his expression was even sadder.

Finally, I had to reach out and pull him out of bed and push him into the bathroom.

Liao Muqiu didn't bring his pajamas, so he slept in a vest and beach shorts that I bought in high school.

The trousers were a bit too big, hanging loosely on his hip bones, but the vest was just right, and it was flat on his upper body, outlining a sexy figure.

Especially his collarbone, which is deep and clear, always makes people look twice unconsciously.

If the red mole is the first sign of Liao Muqiu, then the collarbone is his second sign, and these signs are much more beautiful than his face.

After he finished washing, I took him to the dining table. My mother had finished eating, but she was still sitting at the table waiting for us.

My mother picked up two pieces of chicken chops for him, and he ate them quickly without hesitation. When I thanked him, I saw a happy gleam in his eyes.

After eating, Liao Muqiu even offered to help wash the dishes.But what cannot be denied is that I always feel that he is pretending.Probably because I was used to seeing him stupid before, but suddenly he became so humble and polite, I couldn't get used to it.

When Liao Muqiu was washing dishes in the kitchen, I leaned against the door and watched him wash dishes.

One is because of curiosity. After all, Liao Muqiu's image in my heart has always been that of a lavish young master. Intuitively, I think that he doesn't know how to do housework, so I want to see how he does housework.

The second is that if he accidentally cuts his hand or breaks the bowl while washing the dishes, I can also clean up the stall for him.

But the facts proved that Liao Muqiu was quite surprising sometimes, until the last bowl was neatly stacked in the cabinet, not only did he not break it, but he also washed it clean.

I couldn't help but praise him, "It's not bad, let's wash the dishes when I go home and cook."

"Fuck you," he said, "unless it costs 100 yuan to wash a bowl."

"That won't work." I refused, "It's only [-] per night to find a lady to ask P, you are so expensive, I can't afford it, it's cheaper."

"Fifty." He said firmly.

I still shook my head, "No."

"So how much did you say?" he asked me.

"A dime." I said, "on credit, and I'll give it back to you in ten years."

"go to hell."

I smiled and asked him, "What do you think of today's dishes?"

"Delicious." He also laughed, "Better than yours."

"Isn't that bullshit?" I asked him, "kind?"

He didn't respond, "What?"

"Atmosphere." I said briefly.

He looked up at me, his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of breaking something: "Very good."

I laughed when I heard it, and told him, "If you miss her in the future, come over for dinner, the taste won't be bad."

"North and South—"

Liao Muqiu called me suddenly, I looked at him, but saw the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and he said with a low laugh: "Thank you."

I was a little surprised, and joked: "It's not easy to hear the word 'thank you' from your mouth."

"That's it." He replied shamelessly, "I won't talk about it in the future, you have to savor it carefully."

I looked at him speechlessly, and suddenly regretted my previous question.Then he turned and went back to the living room, lying on the sofa and watching TV.

My dad went out to work early in the morning, and my mom also went out to find poker friends by herself after dinner with us, so now there are only me and Liao Muqiu left in the family.

Within a few minutes, Liao Muqiu also came out of the kitchen and sat down beside me.Seeing that my parents were not at home, he began to resume his young master habits.

He bumped me with his knee, pointed to the water dispenser opposite and said, "Go, get me a glass of water."

I turned to look at him, "Can you wash your hands off after washing the dishes?"

Liao Muqiu seemed to know that I would answer him like this, so he replied calmly, "I am a guest."

"Guest, sir." I lay motionless on the sofa, "Pour yourself, and pour me a glass by the way."

He squinted at me, "How do you know to let others pour it for you? Do it yourself!"

I looked at him funny, "I said by the way, if you want to go, pour me a glass too." After a pause, I emphasized: "By the way, by the way."

"By the way? Hehe." He raised his eyebrows, with a look that would rather die than surrender, "By the way, I won't pour it for you!"

"That's fine." I compromised: "Then you can just pour yourself a glass."

Liao Muqiu responded, but his body sat next to me without moving.

I smiled and asked him, "What's wrong?"

He glanced at me and didn't speak.

I pushed him, saw through his mind at a glance, and joked: "Want me to pour it for you?"

Liao Muqiu looked at me again, but still didn't speak.

I was happy and asked him: "Is there any benefit?"

"Go to your uncle's benefit." He replied in a bad voice: "I will die if you pour me a glass of water? Anyway, I have washed so many dishes."

After hearing his answer, I was even more happy, "Is it too much for you to wash seven fucking dishes?"

"Why not many