Junior Bamboo Horse is a squeamish beauty

Kuang Mu didn't sleep well that night, he closed his eyes, his thoughts were confused, and he had a dream.

The beginning of the dream brought him back to the year when he was nine years old.

Kuang Mu came home from school with his schoolbag on his back and opened the door of the house.

Kuang Jinshan and Yan Minhui were sitting on the sofa talking. There were many documents spread out on the coffee table. They turned to look at him when they heard the door open.

"Father." Kuang Mu called from the door, and walked up to Kuang Jinshan.

Kuang Jinshan gave a grunt, without even looking at Kuang Mu, he pointed at Yan Minhui: "Why don't you call me Auntie?"

Kuang Mu called out in a low voice, "Aunt Yan."

Yan Minhui patted Kuang Mu's head: "Little Mu is so good."

Kuang Jinshan and Yan Minhui talked for a while, while Kuang Mu sat on the carpet beside him and played puzzles. When it was time for dinner, Kuang Jinshan asked Kuang Mu if he wanted to go out for western food.

Kuang Mu put down the jigsaw puzzle in his hand, and asked with watery eyes, "Brother Huan?"

"He won't go." Kuang Jinshan said.

Kuang Mu's face dropped.

Yan Minhui said from the side: "He's going to a cram school tonight, so the three of us will have dinner, okay?"

Kuang Mu hesitated for a moment, then nodded obediently.

Kuang Jinshan was very patient that day, not only took Kuang Mu to eat western food, but also took him to see a movie.

Kuang Jinshan held Kuang Mu's hand the whole time, while Yan Minhui held Kuang Mu's other hand.

It was summer, and it was hot and humid to hold palms together, but Kuang Mu held their hands tightly, afraid that they would let go if he moved.

After walking out of the shopping mall, Yan Minhui bought a rabbit balloon for Kuang Mu, then knelt down and asked Kuang Mu, "Xiao Mu, do you like Aunt Yan?"

Kuang Mu nodded.

"Then do you want Aunt Yan to be your mother?"

Kuang Mu's eyes were blank, facing Yan Minhui's gentle and beautiful eyes, his eyes glowed, he tightened the small balloon in his hand, and nodded vigorously.

Yan Minhui smiled, her crooked eyes resembled Ji Xiaohuan's when she smiled, she stood up, took Kuang Jinshan's arm and said, "Xiao Mu agrees."

The picture in front of me changed, and the season changed to winter.

Snowflakes were falling in the sky, and the north wind was blowing extremely cold, Kuang Mu walked to Ji Xiaohuan's house with a small gift box in his hand.

The flowers and plants in the yard were all withered but no one cleaned them up, and they hung limply on the ground, looking desolate and withered.

Kuang Mu felt his fingers were a bit cold, he walked quickly towards Ji Xiaohuan's house.

In the middle of winter, the door of Ji Xiaohuan's house is actually wide open.

Kuang Mu walked in cautiously, the lights were not turned on in the room, only the dim TV light was on in the living room.

Ji Xiaohuan was wearing a thin black sweater, sitting on the sofa, watching TV expressionlessly, pursing his lips and looking cold.

The TV was smashed somehow, and half of the screen was black. The news broadcast was playing, but there was no sound. The room was eerily quiet.

Kuang Mu walked to Ji Xiaohuan's side step by step, and called softly, "Brother."

Only then did Ji Xiaohuan raise his eyes and glance at him lightly, his eyes were gloomy, and he didn't speak.

Kuang Mu bent down, put the small box in his hand on the coffee table, opened the box and inside was a small cup.

This was made by Kuang Mu himself. He has been working on it for a long time. What is painted on the cup is a black and blue night sky and a very conspicuous little golden moon.

"This is my painting, the night sky is Brother Huan, and the little moon is me. Aunt Sun told me that the cup symbolizes "a lifetime". Do you like it brother?"

Kuang Mu squatted down, supported the sofa with both hands, looked at Ji Xiaohuan with sparkling eyes, and said softly: "Happy 13th birthday to my Brother Huan, Little Moon hopes that you can be happy every day and be with you all your life Little Moon..."

At this time, a woman's hysterical noise came from upstairs, interrupting Kuang Mu's remaining blessings.

"Ji Mingyi, what's the point of doing this!"

"We're divorced! Let me go!"

"I don't love you anymore! Do you understand! I don't love you anymore! I don't want to be with you! What's the point of you being so entangled!"

The quarrel upstairs pierced Kuang Mu's ears, and he recognized that it was Yan Minhui's voice. Her voice was not as gentle as before, but became harsh and sharp.

Kuang Mu's face turned pale from fright, and he stared at Ji Xiaohuan with wide eyes.

And Ji Xiaohuan was also staring at him, the TV was still playing, and the light shone on Ji Xiaohuan's face, reflecting his cold face and silent eyes.

"Are you happy, Yue'er?" Ji Xiaohuan said in a hoarse voice, "You are going to have a new mother."

Kuang Mu's heart was beating wildly, and he stood up hastily.

He didn't know what was going on, and he didn't know what to say.

At this moment, Yan Minhui came down from upstairs, pushing a large suitcase in her hand, she was taken aback when she saw Kuang Mu, and rushed over to grab Kuang Mu.

"Xiao Mu, why are you here? Go, I'll take you home."

While tugging, Kuang Mu saw Ji Xiaohuan ignoring him, and a strong fear suddenly rose in his heart.

He stubbornly stood where he was, and cried with a bang, shouting intermittently: "Brother......Brother..."

Yan Minhui picked up Kuang Mu and walked outside, saying softly, "Xiao Mu, don't cry, Auntie will buy you a lot of rabbit balloons later, okay?"

Kuang Mu rested his chin on Yan Minhui's shoulder, struggling frantically and shaking his head.

Boundless despair filled his heart, he stretched out his small hand towards Ji Xiaohuan, crying out Ji Xiaohuan's name.

"Brother Huan...I want Brother Huan...I want my brother..."

Kuang Mu shouted heart-piercingly, but Ji Xiaohuan ignored it.

Facing the commotion here, Ji Xiaohuan didn't even turn his head, still watching TV with his legs crossed, he reached out to get the remote control, as if he thought the box on the coffee table was in the way, and casually swept the box to the ground.

The cup fell out of the box and hit the ground.

Broken.

The picture in the dream turned black, and when Kuang Mu opened his eyes again, Ji Xiaohuan's immature face appeared in front of him.

At this time, Ji Xiaohuan became a little younger, only six or seven years old.

He bent down, looked anxious, held Kuang Mu's face and said: "Little Moon, it's all my fault, please stop crying, please, what can I do to forgive me?"

After finishing speaking, Ji Xiaohuan thought about it and turned around, threw the unfinished ice cream on the coffee table into the trash can, and then took out a pile of ice cream and iced soda from the refrigerator and threw it into the trash can as well.

Finally, he ran back to Kuang Mu and pointed to the trash can: "Little Moon, look, I threw it away! I will never steal food behind your back again, and I will also eat all the things you can't eat in the future." Stop eating! Don't be angry, okay?"

But Kuang Mu didn't listen to him at all, he turned his face away from looking at Ji Xiaohuan, his eyes were red and he was shaking from crying.

Ji Xiaohuan didn't know how to coax him anymore, he gritted his teeth and put his arm in front of Kuang Mu, then grabbed Kuang Mu's little hand and beat himself hard several times.

Kuang Mu was frightened, quickly withdrew his hand, stared into his big red eyes, and even forgot to cry.

Taking advantage of Kuang Mu's ability to listen, Ji Xiaohuan stretched out his hand to wipe the tears on Kuang Mu's face, coaxing softly: "Little Moon, I was wrong, I promise I won't be angry with you in the future! I won't lie to you! I won't mess with you Cry! Can you forgive me this time... If you are still angry, hit me, scold me, just stop crying."

Kuang Mu sniffed, took Ji Xiaohuan's arm, and asked in a crying voice, "Does it hurt..."

Ji Xiaohuan poked his head and saw that Kuang Mu had stopped crying, he was overjoyed with joy, and said pitifully, "It hurts..."

Then Ji Xiaohuan watched helplessly as the teardrops that Kuang Mu had just withdrawn poured out again in an instant, and fell onto his arm with a patter, crying even more fiercely than before.

"Hey???"

Ji Xiaohuan's face froze, his face turned pale with shock, and he wished he could slap himself.

He stretched out his hand to hold Kuang Mu in his arms, patted Kuang Mu's back and coaxed him repeatedly: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt! Yue'er, I was wrong! It doesn't hurt at all! Don't cry, don't cry... ...Yue'er stopped crying..."

.........

Kuang Mu woke up from the dream with a rough gasp, opened his eyes suddenly, stared at the ceiling in a daze, tears rolled down the corners of his eyes unconsciously.

He didn't know for a moment whether he had a good dream or a nightmare.

After the dream dissipated, the heart couldn't bear such a huge gap, and Kuang Mu was so depressed that he could hardly breathe.

That's right, only Ji Xiaohuan in the whole world can call him Little Moon, Yue'er, but that's only in the past.

Kuang Mu turned over and curled up into a ball, and wrapped the quilt tightly, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, even under the quilt, he was still very cold.

In the second half of the night, Kuang Mu couldn't fall asleep, he was in a trance, and stayed up until the alarm clock rang at six o'clock in the morning.

Kuang Mu sat up and felt a tingling pain on his forehead. He lowered his head and rubbed his temples, stood up and went to the kitchen to think about what to have for breakfast. His headache was splitting and he had no appetite. Kuang Mu simply took two pieces of bread and stuffed them into his mouth. go out.

For several days in a row, Kuang Mu had nightmares again and again, until Saturday, ordinary high school students in the first and second grades were on vacation today, and the competition class had to make up lessons all day.

Kuang Mu arrived very early, there were only two people in the classroom, and there were small glasses among them.

Little Glasses goes to the class for morning reading at six o'clock every morning. It is a good habit to do this every day, but everyone in the class is unwilling to read with him.

Because his morning reading is too loud, other people read in a low voice, but Xiao Glass reads the Chinese text aloud, and even brings himself into the protagonist, and the reading is full of emotions.

Kuang Mu didn't sleep well last night, so he fell asleep on the table in class.

Just about to fall asleep, the little glasses took out the Chinese textbook.

"The road to Shu is difficult, Li Bai, hey, the danger is so high! The road to Shu is so difficult that it is difficult to go to the blue sky! Silkworms and yufu, how at a loss is the founding of the country!"

Little Glasses read impassionedly, with three exclamation sentences in front of it like three heavy hammers, which woke Kuang Mu awake.

Kuang Mu changed his sleeping position irritably, without raising his eyes, he slapped the glasses on the table with a bang: "Keep your voice down."

Little Glasses was startled, opened his mouth subconsciously and wanted to scold Kuang Mu.

In the end, he choked back and rolled his eyes.

Kuang Mu didn't wake up until the people in the class gradually became noisy.

He opened his eyes and felt that his head was terribly covered, so he stood up and washed his face. When he came back, he met Teacher Feng just as he entered the classroom door.

Holding a stack of exercise books in his hand, Lao Feng called to Kuang Mu by the way: "Kuang Mu, Gao Ping, you two come here and distribute the notebooks."

Kuang Mu went over and took half of the notebooks, and handed them out one by one in order. When they were distributed in front of Ji Xiaohuan, he held the notebook in his hand and looked up at Ji Xiaohuan.

Qiu Qing didn't come to class again today, she hasn't come for several days, and Ji Xiaohuan was playing with her mobile phone with earphones on.

At this time, a classmate behind him rushed back to his seat and bumped into Kuang Mu hard.

Kuang Mu suddenly fell forward and bumped into Ji Xiaohuan's table with great force, and with a sharp scratching sound, the table moved back.

All the notebooks in his hand fell onto Ji Xiaohuan's desk, and a few more fell to the floor.

Kuang Mu supported Ji Xiaohuan's table with both hands, his face was right in front of Ji Xiaohuan's eyes.

His face was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, but his cheeks and lips were abnormally bright red, he opened his eyes with trembling eyelashes, and met Ji Xiaohuan's falcon-like eyes.

Ji Xiaohuan's eyes are not friendly.

Kuang Mu is very self-aware, he knows that Ji Xiaohuan doesn't want to see him, but coincidentally, Kuang Mu's anger from being humiliated by him yesterday has not dissipated, and he doesn't really want to see him.

Kuang Mu straightened up uncomfortably, bent down to pick up the notebook on the ground, and saw the notebook with Ji Xiaohuan's name lying on the ground, and someone stepped on the cover with a big footprint.

"Student, I'm sorry." Zhu Xingjun stood behind Kuang Mu and apologized perfunctorily.

Kuang Mu looked at Ji Xiaohuan's dirty notebook and was a little angry, but now his whole body is sore and he doesn't even have the strength to lose his temper.

He supported the table with one hand, bent down to pick up the book, and patted the dust on the book vigorously, trying to clean the book, but the black marks on it could not be wiped off, making Kuang Mu's annoyed eyelashes tremble.

Ji Xiaohuan put down his cell phone, leaned against the table, and looked at Zhu Xingjun with gloating face.

Ji Xiaohuan flipped the phone back and forth with his fingertips, and said faintly, "You did it on purpose."

"......"

Zhu Xingjun looked at Ji Xiaohuan's half-smile face, not knowing whether Ji Xiaohuan was joking or serious.

Although in the eyes of many people Ji Xiaohuan is sunny and handsome, has a good temper and is easy to get along with, he is a near-perfect person, but Zhu Xingjun always feels that Ji Xiaohuan is a gloomy person, who doesn't know his heart under the virtual surface. What are you thinking.

Zhu Xingjun turned his face away, picked up the notebooks on the table and the notebooks on the ground, and said to Kuang Mu, "I'm sorry, I'll send these."

After speaking, he walked away quickly.

Kuang Mu's mouth moved, and he raised his face to say something to Ji Xiaohuan, but before he could speak, he coughed, his face flushed red, and he couldn't stand upright.

"You... cough cough cough cough..."

Ji Xiaohuan's smile didn't change, and he clenched the phone tightly in his hand.

He took the notebook back from Kuang Mu's hand, put on the earphones, blocked Kuang Mu's coughing, and then said slowly: "Student, please excuse me, you are standing here blocking me from the sun."