Junior Bamboo Horse is a squeamish beauty

Kuang Mu and Qiu Qing walked off the stage together.

When passing by the first row, a female voice suddenly called out to Kuang Mu.

"Kuang Mu, Kuang Mu!"

Kuang Mu turned his head and saw Qin Mi was waving at him excitedly, pointing to the seat next to him bouncingly: "Sit here? Sit here?"

Qin Mi's position is very good, in the middle of the second row.

Kuang Mu didn't want to sit in such an unobtrusive position in the second row, and was about to refuse, but accidentally caught a glimpse of Ji Xiaohuan sitting behind him and slightly to the right.

The two locations are not far apart, and you can see them as long as you tilt your head slightly, so Kuang Mu paused, and nodded in a strange way.

Qiu Qing said with some regret: "Ah——I still want to invite you to sit next to me."

In front of the crowd, Kuang Mu took two steps back and said in a calm voice, "Thank you for the flowers, I'll go first."

Kuang Mu's expression was cold, and Qiu Qing couldn't say anything more, so she pouted and said, "That's fine."

Turned around and walked back.

The second row was full of people, and it was difficult for Kuang Mu to squeeze into the seat with a bouquet of flowers in his hands, so he lowered his head slightly, and raised the bouquet a bit higher, and the sleeves of his suit were shrunk up, revealing his distinct bones Every time Kuang Mu walked by, the girls around him would scream in a low voice.

Kuang Mu frowned and quickened his pace, and sat next to Qin Mi. When Qin Mi and Ren Yan who was next to her saw Kuang Mu coming, they immediately turned sideways excitedly and chattered at Kuang Mu.

"Kuang Mu, I didn't know you were so good at playing the piano! You're hiding too much!" Qin Mi patted the armrest with excited hands.

"That's right, just now Qin Mi was still saying that he will call you Kuang Dashen in the future, and I saw a lot of girls taking pictures of you just now, maybe you will be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Senior Ji on the podium soon."

"What do you mean standing on the podium with Senior Ji? It is not certain whether this competition is Senior Ji's No. 1 or Kuang Mu No. 1. What if our class Kuang Mu wins the championship?" Qin Mi stuck his neck retorted.

Ren Yan is Ji Xiaohuan's fan girl, upon hearing this, she let out a dissatisfaction and leaned back to her seat.

Qin Mi wanted to turn his head and continue to say something, but was interrupted by Kuang Mu's expressionless face: "Let's watch the show."

Qin Mi choked on what she said later, she could only turn her head and continue muttering to Ren Yan in a low voice.

Although Kuang Mu said he wanted to watch the show, his mind was not on the stage at all.

Sitting in the second row, he couldn't see Ji Xiaohuan, but whenever he thought of Ji Xiaohuan standing behind him and possibly looking at him, Kuang Mu's back felt hot and his palms were sweating uncontrollably.

The contestants on the stage passed one by one until the end of the game at 48:[-] pm, and finally it was the turn of No. [-].

The hostess walked onto the stage as usual, held up the announcement card, and said loudly: "Let us invite No. 48, Ji Xiaohuan!"

As soon as the words "Ji Xiaohuan" came out, ear-piercing discussions erupted from the audience.

"Ahhh, it's Ji Xiaohuan, he's finally here!"

"Where is your phone, quickly take it out and take a picture!"

Many of the girls in the audience came here for Ji Xiaohuan. For a while, many girls raised their mobile phones, and the loud voices almost overwhelmed the microphone of the host on stage.

Kuang Mu clenched the armrest tightly with his hands, leaned forward slightly, his beautiful eyes were fixed on the stage, and the pupils were shining with light.

But no one appeared at the exit of the stage for a long time.

The host frowned, looked at the announcement card and repeated it again. At this time, a fat man rushed onto the stage and whispered a few words next to the host.

The host listened sideways, with a hesitant expression on his face, and the two chatted a few more words.

In the end, the host turned around to the microphone and said apologetically, "I'm sorry everyone, I just got the news that No. 40 No. 49 contestant has retired. Now let's invite No. [-] contestant, Chen Cheng!"

The audience in the audience exploded when they heard the news.

"Fuck, what's the situation?"

"48 is Ji Xiaohuan, right? He retired?!"

"Fuck, I came here just for him, isn't this a scam?!"

Ji Xiaohuan was last year's champion and this year's favorite. Many girls in the arena came all the way to see him.

Most people have their cameras behind their backs, waiting to record the moment when he made history again, but this person actually retired in public. What could be more exciting news than this.

Amidst the din, Kuang Mu sat on his seat, feeling his heart suddenly constricted, his ears humming continuously, he slowly turned around and looked back.

Sure enough... Ji Xiaohuan's place was already empty, even his friends had left, the dark place was like a big mouth open to laugh at the situation Mu's stupid.

He was so stupid that he sat here for so long, thinking that Ji Xiaohuan was always sitting behind him.

Kuang Mu lowered his head, bit his lower lip with his teeth tightly, his wrist was trembling slightly while holding the water bottle, and suddenly he stood up and ran towards the backstage.

"Hey? Kuang Mu, where are you going?! The game is not over yet!" Qin Mi was startled by Kuang Mu's action, and shouted behind him.

There was a lot of noise around, and the second row was full of people, but Kuang Mu couldn't care about anything. He supported the back of the chair in the front row with one hand, and staggered out of the crowd, not caring about what was behind him at all. rage.

The fact that Ji Xiaohuan left again made Kuang Mu extremely terrified.

I don't know what happened to him today, why he panicked like this.

Before, Ji Xiaohuan always disappeared without making a sound, but this time Kuang Mu felt inexplicably afraid.

He couldn't help but think of the day when Ji Xiaohuan walked away from him when it was snowing heavily...

bang.

Kuang Mu pushed open the backstage door.

Several staff members were sitting at the table, counting the scores of the contestants, and they were shocked when they heard the sound of the door slamming open.

One of the girls laughed when she saw Kuang Mu, and she congratulated, "Isn't it Kuang Mu? You're the champion, you'll have to wait for the awards ceremony..."

Kuang Mu took a few breaths and interrupted her: "I want to ask, where is Ji Xiaohuan? Why did he retire?"

The staff did not expect that Kuang Mu would not have any joy about winning the championship. Instead, she asked about other people first. She was stunned for a moment, and said in embarrassment: "Ah...we don't know much about this , We respect the player's choice, and he will retire if he wants to."

Kuang Mu stood there in a daze, his face was as white as paper, and there was a trace of sweat on his forehead.

A staff member next to him felt that something was wrong, so he took two steps forward and asked Kuang Mu: "Student, what do you want?"

Kuang Mu closed his eyes, clenched his fists and tried to regain his sanity. He gritted his teeth and said, "Do you have the contact information of each contestant here? Can you give me Ji Xiaohuan's phone number?"

"Ah good."

Kuang Mu got Ji Xiaohuan's cell phone number, went to an empty corner of the corridor and dialed the number.

After two beeps, the phone was connected: "Hello, who?"

Ji Xiaohuan's voice over there was deep and deep, accompanied by gusts of wind, like a sword piercing into Kuang Mu's heart.

Kuang Mu froze for a moment, his fingers holding the phone trembled slightly, but his mouth seemed to be sewn shut, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"Hello?" Ji Xiaohuan's voice became a little impatient.

"Ji Xiaohuan..."

Kuang Mu was afraid that he would hang up the phone, so he spoke quickly, but the tone of his voice changed as soon as he spoke, becoming soft and soft.

Now it was Ji Xiaohuan's turn to be silent.

"where are you......"

Kuang Mu rubbed his eyes and asked again.

The wind on the opposite side was still blowing, but Ji Xiaohuan still didn't speak, the strong wind seemed to blow on Kuang Mu's body, making him more and more cold, his hands and feet were icy cold.

After a while Ji Xiaohuan said lightly: "Hang up."

Then there was a busy tone on the phone.

Kuang Mu froze on the spot holding the phone.

His eyes were wet in an instant when he realized it, and he dialed Ji Xiaohuan's number two more times with shaking hands, but they were hung up after a beep without exception.

But Kuang Mu kept hitting without any fatigue.

When Kuang Mu made the fourth call, Ji Xiaohuan finally gave up fighting with Kuang Mu.

He answered the phone and said only one sentence: "The grove behind the performance hall."

Pop, the phone hung up again.

After getting Ji Xiaohuan's answer, Kuang Mu's heart was relieved at once.

He put down the phone and softened his body as if he was exhausted. He leaned against the wall for a few seconds, and then barely stood up and walked towards the grove.

On the way, a backstage teacher stopped him: "Kuang Mu, what are you going to do? The awards ceremony will start soon, and you are No.1."

Kuang Mu bypassed the teacher and said in a low voice, "I have something to do now." Then he walked away quickly.

When he came to participate in the competition in the morning, the team leader teacher led the contestants from the parking lot to the performance hall, and passed through the small forest on the way, so Kuang Mu knew that the forest behind the performance hall was big and deep, and it was easy for people who were not familiar with the terrain to walk in. get lost.

In addition, it was half dark now, and there was no one around. The leaves rustled in the night wind, and it seemed to be full of man-eating ghosts.

Kuang Mu was afraid of the dark and didn't know his way.

The forest is so big, and he doesn't know where Ji Xiaohuan is.

Kuang Mu walked back and forth around the grove twice, wanting to rush in without hesitation, but was terribly frightened, and finally stomped himself anxiously and circled around a tree.

He looked around to make sure there was no one around, and after a long time of mental preparation, he lowered his self-esteem and whispered twice into the woods: "Ji Xiaohuan...Ji Xiaohuan. ..."

The only answer to him in the woods was the rustling of the wind.

Kuang Mu sniffed, and rubbed his toes on the ground helplessly. He wondered if it was because Ji Xiaohuan hated him so much, so he deliberately tricked him here to scare him.

But even so, the desire to see Ji Xiaohuan was still stronger, Kuang Mu closed his eyes, clenched his fists with both hands, took a deep breath, and planned to rush in with his head depressed.

At this time, the sound of rustling footsteps came from the woods, and Kuang Mu slightly opened his eyes.

When he saw the person's face clearly, Kuang Mu shook his body twice and let out a sigh of relief.

A tall figure stepped out from the depths.

Ji Xiaohuan was wearing a dark green windbreaker, and walked slowly from the darkest part of the woods, stepping on the branches and leaves of dead trees, making a crackling sound with every step, the cracking sound seemed to be stepped on the ground. In Mu's heart, his heart was shaken.

In a few steps, Ji Xiaohuan walked to the outskirts of the forest.

He stopped five meters away from Kuang Mu, holding a bright object between his fingertips, and looked at Kuang Mu faintly, instead of moving forward, he leaned against a tree with his body crooked.

Kuang Mu stood on the spot and regained his composure, then raised his foot and walked in Ji Xiaohuan's direction.

He walked up to Ji Xiaohuan, looked up at him and asked, "Ji Xiaohuan, why did you retire?"

Ji Xiaohuan glanced at Kuang Mu lazily with downcast eyes, raised his hand and put the cigarette near his mouth and took a puff. The dense white smoke floated out from Ji Xiaohuan's fingertips, and it turned into white mist when the wind blows his eyes. up.

Kuang Mu frowned, silently staring at Ji Xiaohuan.

No one around him smokes, and he doesn't like the smell of smoke.

This was the first time he saw Ji Xiaohuan smoking.

The breath of smoke was inhaled into Kuang Mu's nostrils, like a feather scratching his heart and lungs, making him want to cough uncontrollably.

But Kuang Mu didn't take a step back, he still looked up at Ji Xiaohuan, quietly waiting for Ji Xiaohuan's answer.

Ji Xiaohuan held a cigarette in one hand, and looked at Kuang Mu for a while through the dense mist.

Kuang Mu's eyes were originally cold, but when he looked at Ji Xiaohuan, they were always shining, like the stars in the sky, shining tirelessly, as if they would never go out.

Ji Xiaohuan just looked at him indifferently for a while, then suddenly laughed and said, "Kuang Mu, are you free every day?"

Kuang Mu's pupils shrank suddenly, his expression was sombre and he didn't speak.

Ji Xiaohuan raised his eyebrows and looked Kuang Mu up and down.

Kuang Mu is wearing a white suit today, exactly the same as he was back then.

Ji Xiaohuan flicked the cigarette ash and answered Kuang Mu's question: "Because the song you chose is the same as mine."

Kuang Mu paused, his red lips trembling: "I don't know, this song is..."

Ji Xiaohuan waved his hand impatiently, and interrupted Kuang Mu: "It's not important, I'm more curious about why you played that song than this?"

Kuang Mu pinched the corner of his clothes tightly with his fingers and choked.

At Ji Mingyi's 36th birthday party that year, Kuang Mu played this song while sitting on the high platform of the banquet hall to celebrate Ji Mingyi's birthday.

At that time, he was also wearing a white suit, while Ji Xiaohuan stood in the middle of the hall and said to everyone very firmly.

He is his younger brother.

He likes him, so he is his own brother.

Kuang Mu knew that the liking that came out of his mouth when he was a child was a childish and simple liking, not mixed with those complicated emotions. At that time, Ji Xiaohuan was cheerful and lively, and he probably liked many friends.

Ji Xiaohuan may not remember what he said that day, but Kuang Mu always remembers it.

Because Kuang Mu has only liked him since he was a child.

"You did it on purpose?" Ji Xiaohuan stared at him.

"........Yes."

Kuang Mu did it on purpose, he played this song on purpose, selfishly thinking that Ji Xiaohuan would recall the good memories about them.

Kuang Mu stared at Ji Xiaohuan without blinking, trying to see the past from Ji Xiaohuan's eyes.

"This song was in Ji..."

But Ji Xiaohuan seemed to be unable to remember these things, he interrupted Kuang Mu's words in a low voice.

"That song was written by my father, do you remember?"

".........I remember."

"But you still play it."

"Yes."

This song was written by Ji Mingyi. Back then, Ji Mingyi taught him and Ji Xiaohuan to play this song. Only the three of them in this world can play this song.

Seeing Kuang Mu being so frank, Ji Xiaohuan had nothing to say.

He nodded and said, "Okay."

Then the two fell silent.

I don't know how long it took, the cigarette in Ji Xiaohuan's hand was about to burn to the end, he leaned against the foot of the tree and rubbed the broken leaves on the ground, and asked as if chatting: "I don't understand Kuang Mu, family, money, Fame, it seems that as long as I have something, you want it, but now that you have got it, why are you still pestering me?"

Kuang Mu's chest heaved violently twice, and the cold air choked into his throat. He held back his cough and looked at Ji Xiaohuan stubbornly, trying to reduce the number of words he said: "If you feel unhappy, I can give you all those things."

"Give it to me?" Ji Xiaohuan smiled suddenly: "What do you want to give me? Money? Or that woman from your family?"

Ji Xiaohuan seemed to have heard a huge joke, he sighed and threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stomped on his foot vigorously: "Don't worry, I don't care about it, I'm not my father, I will commit suicide for a woman , as long as it is stained with your Kuang family's things... I think it's dirty."

When Kuang Mu heard this, his breath stopped suddenly, he raised his head, and asked in a very slow tone: "What did you just say..."

Ji Xiaohuan raised his eyebrows, looked at Kuang Mu, but didn't speak.

He thought that Kuang Mu couldn't accept it because he spoke too harshly, but he didn't expect Kuang Mu to take two steps forward, with red eyes, and asked him, "Who did you just say committed suicide?"

"........"

"Who are you talking about...suicide?"

Kuang Mu lowered his voice, accompanied by the wind, trembling violently.

Ji Xiaohuan narrowed his eyes and looked Kuang Mu up and down, he didn't believe that Kuang Mu didn't know that Ji Mingyi had passed away.

That incident happened suddenly back then, and the city was full of storms. Ji's family was completely in disarray because of Ji Mingyi's death.

Yan Minhui still showed up at the funeral and wanted to compete with Lin Guiye for Ji Xiaohuan's custody.

Once thinking of Yan Minhui's expression that did not shed a single tear at that time, Ji Xiaohuan felt a monstrous hostility overflowing from his heart.

Ji Xiaohuan rolled his Adam's apple, and answered Kuang Mu's question in an incomparably low voice.

"My father, Ji Mingyi."

"He, has he passed away..."

"died."

The wind in the grove was getting stronger and stronger, Kuang Mu stood in front of Ji Xiaohuan, his face was as pale as a sheet of white paper, but his back was still standing straight.

He didn't show any expression, just looked at Ji Xiaohuan, his mouth moved, like a puppet on a string opened its mouth but made no sound.

The wind kept blowing, and Kuang Mu's mouth was shaking all the time. I don't know if he wanted to speak, or he was shaking from the cold.

Kuang Mu stared blankly at Ji Xiaohuan, and after a long time, he uttered a few extremely ridiculous words from his throat.

Those few words seemed to have been gouged out of his chest, making him bloody and heart-piercing, and his voice was so hoarse that he could barely hear what he was saying.

He said: "Then you, don't you have a father..."

Ji Xiaohuan paused, raised his lonely eyes to look at Kuang Mu, and did not speak for a long time.

It seemed like a few seconds, or a century, Ji Xiaohuan said calmly.

"Yes, I don't have a father anymore."

.......

At that moment, Kuang Mu felt a blast of thunder around him, and the bleak wind in his ears seemed to turn into a ghost. Those black ghosts climbed up his back, strangled his throat, and rolled Ji Xiaohuan's body. The voice repeated in his ear again and again.

Yes, I don't have a dad anymore....

Yes, I don't have a dad anymore....

Yes, I don't have a dad anymore....

Kuang Mu was about to be driven crazy by those voices, his mind went blank, like a machine suddenly started, he rushed to Ji Xiaohuan frantically, his fingertips tightly grasping Ji Xiaohuan's arms, like It was as if grabbing the last straw to survive, and said in a hoarse and piercing voice: "You lied to me, Ji Xiaohuan, you can't do this..."

"You can't lie to me..."

"You promised me before! You can't lie to me..."

Kuang Mu's voice was full of crying, and he pulled Ji Xiaohuan hard. His extremely beautiful eyes were so red that they were about to bleed. His eyes were filled with tears, and tears flowed continuously from his eyes. The corners of the eyes flowed down.

Ji Xiaohuan just looked at him indifferently, his body still being pulled by him swayed.

Kuang Mu gradually lost his strength, he even had to tug on Ji Xiaohuan's sleeve to stabilize his body, those red eyes looked at him, silently shedding tears.

This bone-deep and helpless look is like a puppy that is about to be abandoned by others. He tightly grasps the corner of his master's clothes, as if as long as his master lets go of his hand, he will die.

Ji Xiaohuan looked down at him, and his thin lips moved slightly: "Three years ago, he jumped from the sixth floor and died in front of our whole family."

Ji Xiaohuan's voice was like a pair of hands, peeling off Kuang Mu's flesh and blood. The pain was so painful that he couldn't resist, and the pain made his heart throb.

Kuang Mu couldn't stand anymore, he slowly let go of Ji Xiaohuan's hand, his body began to tremble violently, tears flowed all over his face, at that moment all his arrogance and self-esteem disappeared. Gone.

It was his fault.

It's his fault.

It's his fault.

Kuang Mu covered his face with his hands. He leaned against a big tree and slowly slid down. Then he crouched on the ground. He shrunk himself very tightly, as if he wanted to form a group that everyone could live with. Invisible little dumpling.

"sorry Sorry........"

At that moment, Kuang Mu wished he could disappear from this world.

If when he was eight years old, when faced with Yan Minhui's questioning, he made it clear that he didn't want Yan Minhui to be his mother, if he had resisted more resolutely when he knew that Yan Minhui and Kuang Jinshan were together, would everything have happened? Nightmares will never happen....

His brother Huan is still by his side, and Ji Mingyi will still treat him like his own son.

It was his wrong phone call, his greedy heart, it was his fault.

Now that he can't love her, it hurts so much that he deserves the revenge he deserves.

Ji Xiaohuan lost his mother because of him, and his father died in front of him.

His elder brother...his favorite elder brother...was an orphan since he was 15 years old.

But he didn't know it at all, he was lucky and tried to forgive.

He killed the person who treated him best, he killed the person he loved the most.

Kuang Mu's body trembled violently, and suddenly he broke out into a strong cough. He coughed and staggered to his knees on the ground, propping himself up on the ground with one hand, his beautiful white suit was stained with dust on the ground, and the tears he coughed trickled down.

Ji Xiaohuan's clean shoes were right in front of his eyes, Kuang Mu raised his muddy hand, and grabbed Ji Xiaohuan's trousers, his hands were so hard that his slender and beautiful joints trembled slightly.

"I'm sorry... Ji Xiaohuan, can you stop hating me..."

Ji Xiaohuan looked down at Kuang Mu's shrunken figure, in a trance.

Kuang Mu is so small in front of him now, with thin and trembling shoulders, as if he was crying helplessly in front of him when he was a child. At that time, Ji Xiaohuan was all he relied on, as if Ji Xiaohuan If you leave, Kuang Mu will have nothing.

Ji Xiaohuan looked at Kuang Mu's hairy head, with his hand hanging by his side, he raised it irresistibly.

He wanted to touch Kuang Mu's head, just like every time Kuang Mu cried before.

Ji Xiaohuan understood that heart-piercing pain better than anyone else.

He knew that Kuang Mu was not in good health, and it would be very uncomfortable for him to cry like this, but at this time, as long as he hugged Kuang Mu and patted him on the back, Kuang Mu would feel much better.

What's wrong with Kuang Mu?

He was still so young back then, he only knew how to circle around Ji Xiaohuan foolishly, so what could he know?What can stop it?

But in the face of the whole family.

Shouldn't he hate it!

Shouldn't he have hated Kuang Jinshan to avenge his revenge, stepping on his father's corpse to ascend to a high position step by step? !Shouldn't he hate Yan Minhui for abandoning her husband and son, and seeing his father's body in the end without even shedding tears? !

So what about Kuang Mu......

At this time, several people came running from the road ahead, and the leader said loudly: "Teacher, I just saw that Kuang Mu has indeed come here."

Ji Xiaohuan was stunned, like waking up from a dream, his hand was slowly clenched into a fist in the air, and he let it down, then took two steps back to break free from Kuang Mu's hand.

Turned around and strode out of the woods.

"Student, have you seen Kuang Mu?!" A person grabbed Ji Xiaohuan and asked.

They were sent by the organizer to look for Kuang Mu. Kuang Mu won the No.1 in the art festival competition this time, but he disappeared when the awards were presented. All the major media were waiting below, and the organizer was dying of anxiety.

Ji Xiaohuan raised his hand and pointed casually behind him, and that person immediately exclaimed: "Oh! Is that Kuang Mu?"

For a moment, all the people walked past Ji Xiaohuan.

The alley was long and narrow, and from time to time there was still the moisture of the soil after the rainy day.

Ji Xiaohuan walked to the front of the alley and stopped.

He fished from his pocket and took out the cigarette case.

Ji Xiaohuan's hands were too cold, his fingertips became sluggish, and it seemed very difficult to even get a cigarette out of the cigarette case, so he simply emptied the cigarette case, poured the cigarettes in the box into his palm, and took out a cigarette A cigarette was lit and held between his fingertips.

After a while, several school doctors rushed over, Ji Xiaohuan moved to the side, turned his back to Kuang Mu, and smoked one puff after another.

The cold wind was getting stronger and stronger, Ji Xiaohuan looked at the sparks from the cigarette butt in his hand, and couldn't help but think of that year's New Year's Eve.

He always shy away from thinking about that incident, but every time he thinks about it, it makes him more sober and calm.

When he was 15 years old, Ji Mingyi's depression was already very serious. He was taciturn, couldn't eat, locked himself in the room every day, and was only skinny.

Ji Xiaohuan's uncle Ji Haojun found him a psychiatrist, after a few weeks of treatment, the situation really began to improve, and he gradually began to laugh.

On New Year's Eve, Lin Guiye summoned more than a dozen members of Ji's family to the ancestral house. Everyone sat at the big round table and had a New Year's Eve dinner, talking and laughing. In other words, Lin Guiye drank some wine and happily wiped away tears.

She held Ji Mingyi's hand and said, "Mingyi, this year is over, tomorrow is the new year, our Ji family will definitely get better and better, will definitely get better and better, will definitely... It will get better and better, so you have to get better......"

Three will definitely happen, as if it just needs to be said a few times and it will definitely come true.

Ji Mingyi picked up the wine glass with his bony hand, nodded with a smile and said, "Okay."

After dinner, everyone gathered in the garden to watch the fireworks.

Colorful fireworks exploded in the sky with the sound of explosions, so that when Ji Mingyi jumped down from upstairs, Ji Xiaohuan couldn't tell whether the explosion was the sound of fireworks or Ji Mingyi's bones and flesh. The sound of crackling.

The surroundings are all red, as bright as the big red of the New Year.

Ji Shili and Ji Xiaohuan were building a snowman in the center of the garden, and Ji Mingyi's body was shattered beside them, and if they got closer, they could even smash them to death together.

At that time, Ji Shili was standing opposite Ji Xiaohuan, holding a small snowball in his hand, giggling and telling Ji Xiaohuan that he was going to the kitchen to get a carrot to be the little snowman's nose.

Then the blood and flesh from the corpse sprayed on the two of them.

Ji Xiaohuan didn't know what kind of embarrassment he had become at that time, he could only see blood dripping down Ji Shili's immature hands, and the snowball in his hand turned into a blood ball.

His cousin was only seven years old at the time, looking at Ji Xiaohuan with red eyes through the bloody fog.

The snowball in his hand shattered to the ground with a snap.

Lin Guiye was 68 years old that year, and saw his own son die in front of his eyes, while his cousin Ji Shili, a seven-year-old child, was forced to face the cruel and bloody things in front of him.

Since then, Ji Shili has not spoken.

It's not that Ji Xiaohuan never resented Ji Mingyi. He hated him, who had already begun to improve, but why he chose to end his life in such a decisive way, gave hope to everyone in the family, but chose to live in a place where the whole family should be happy. Days, so cruelly ended his life.

It wasn't until later that he found Ji Mingyi's cell phone, only to find that the last thing Ji Mingyi watched before his death was a piece of news.

It reported that the Kuang family couple attended a business dinner together on New Year's Eve. In the photo, Yan Minhui was holding Kuang Jinshan's hand, and the two were smiling intimately.

.......

"I was blown by the cold wind, so it should be fine." The school doctor's voice came from behind.

Ji Xiaohuan threw the cigarette butt that was about to burn dry in his hand on the ground, put his hands in his pockets, took a breath of air-conditioning, and strode away.

Kuang Mu contracted mild pneumonia and stayed at home intermittently for a week with a low-grade fever.

Fortunately, Yan Minhui and Kuang Jinshan went abroad together, and Aunt Sun was busy taking care of the Kuang family's affairs every day, so her condolences to Kuang Mu changed from once a day to once every three days.

Kuang Mu always pretended to be very good when talking with Aunt Sun, so he kept this matter a secret.

During this period, some greetings are also indispensable. Every time the mobile phone text message rings, Kuang Mu will always pick up the mobile phone to read it immediately, but when he sees the sender of the text message, he will put it down in frustration.

Most of the text messages were from Qiu Qing and Qin Mi, and Kuang Mu only chose to reply with a few innocuous words, and stopped replying.

Kuang Mu went back to school after his fever subsided.

As soon as Kuang Mu sat on the stool in the class, Qin Mi turned around and asked with concern: "Kuang Mu, have you recovered from your illness?"

Kuang Mu is wearing very thick clothes today, with a white sweater inside and autumn school uniform on the outside. He looks thinner and thinner than a week ago.

Kuang Mu's hair was a little long, and it was about to droop to his eyes. He hung his head down, his pale face was wearing a mask, his chin was tucked into his collar, and he gave a faint hum. , is harder to reach than ever.

His throat was still sore, and it was hard for him to say a word.

Seeing that Kuang Mu's condition was not good, Qin Mi worried a little more, and when he saw that Kuang Mu didn't want to say anything, he also turned his head.

After a while, she turned around again, and thoughtfully handed the notes she had organized to Kuang Mu, and said, "These are the notes from last week's class, and I will lend you to copy them."

"Thank you..." Kuang Mu spoke more slowly than usual, the voice in his throat was full of grit, and he coughed in a low voice from time to time.

Little Glasses frowned when he heard Kuang Mu cough, and moved his bench a little further away from Kuang Mu.

During the big class break, Qiu Qing came to the gate of Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School, which caused quite a commotion.

After all, Qiu Qing was considered a man of the day in school, and the rumors about her relationship with Kuang Mu had been murky before, and now the two of them finally got together, and someone with good intentions stood by and watched.

I saw Qiuqing walked to the window, called out to Kuang Mu, and then handed the thermos cup in her hand to Kuang Mu, her expression astringent.

Kuang Mu was writing a question, stopped his pen, and looked up at Qiu Qing.

He didn't take what was in Qiuqing's hand, nor did he speak, but just shook his head at Qiuqing.

The smile on Qiu Qing's face froze, she leaned forward a little, passed the window and put the things in her hand directly on Kuang Mu's desk, said a few words quickly, turned and left before Kuang Mu could respond.

"What did Qiu Qing give Kuang Mu..."

"It's probably some kind of soup that I made by myself, tsk tsk tsk to let the goddess cook it herself, what a skill."

"I just said that the two of them must have talked, otherwise Qiuqing wouldn't have come here on purpose..."

The surrounding voices came intermittently, and Lian Qin Mi looked back at Kuang Mu, wanting to see his reaction.

Kuang Mu didn't respond. He pushed the thermos cup into the table and continued to write questions.

Today is Friday, I don’t have evening self-study at night, and within 5 minutes after school, all the people in the class run away, and they don’t even stay for their small glasses to study.

Kuang Mu copied Qin Mi's notes and was only a few pages away from finishing. He didn't want to take the notes home, so he sat alone in the classroom and finished the rest of the notes.

The sun was setting and the sky was turning red.

Kuang Mu was only halfway through his mathematical geometry when someone knocked on the table.

He raised his head and saw the little glasses going back and forth, standing beside him, panting and saying, "Why haven't you left yet? Someone is waiting for you."

Since the beginning of school, Little Glasses has not initiated a conversation with Kuang Mu, especially with such a long sentence, this is the first time.

Kuang Mu asked, "Who?"

The little glasses paused, turned their heads slightly, and avoided Kuang Mu's gaze uncomfortably: "Who else could it be? The girl who came to you today, she...she is waiting for you to return her money." Thermos, let me tell you something."

Kuang Mu frowned: "Where is she?"

"At the back door of the school."

After talking about the small glasses, he walked away quickly.

Kuang Mu turned his head to look at the thermos next to him, hesitated for a moment, put the unfinished notes in Qin Mi's drawer, and walked out with the thermos.

The thermos was heavy, and he didn't take a gulp of what Qiuqing gave him.

Kuang Mu didn't want to be wasted like this anymore.

He understands Qiuqing