He likes you

Qiao Mo came out of the bathroom, and Li Yang was already lying down on the sofa hugging the pillow and quilt.

Qiao Mo, who was about to occupy Li Yang's room, was very sorry: "Brother Li, I'll sleep on the sofa tonight, you go to sleep in the room."

Li Yang quilted: "No, I sleep comfortably on the sofa."

Mrs. Li said: "This child is like this. He has a strange personality. Whenever it is windy and rainy, he likes to sleep in the living room and listen to thunder. You can't stop him. Leave him alone. You can sleep in your room at night and let him listen to the thunder in the living room alone. Ray has heard enough."

"Yeah, I love to watch the rain and listen to the thunder here, it's poetic." Li Yang's voice came from under the quilt.

Qiao Mo couldn't tell the truth from the fake, so he felt a little more at ease.

"It's getting late, go and have a rest." Mrs. Li said.

Qiao Mo nodded and said "good night", before entering the room.I accidentally saw a photo standing on the cabinet in the living room, and my eyes and footsteps stopped at the same time.

In the photo, a middle-aged man in a blue shirt put one hand on the young Fengxuan's shoulder.Back then, Feng Xuan still had hair that grew almost to her shoulders, a pair of big eyes hidden under her broken bangs, her expression was cold, and she ruthlessly said "yeah" to the camera.

Qiao Mo smiled.

Young Fengxuan, long time no see.

"Xiaoxuan was only 15 years old when this photo was taken, and she looks like a girl with this hair." Mrs. Li took the photo off the cabinet and pointed to the young Fengxuan's face, "Skin and tender flesh, and still have such long hair Hair, everyone who looks at this photo, doesn't know that my brother's family is a girl."

"He was so handsome back then." Qiao Mo said.

Mrs. Li chuckled a few times: "Back then, you kids liked to do your hair like this. I'm too old to know how to look at it." She stroked the photo with her hands, and her kind smile gradually faded, "Hey!" With a sound.Looking at the middle-aged man in the photo: "My brother, he passed away in Xiaoxuan's third year of high school."

Qiao Mo was stunned for a long time before saying, "Sorry."

"My younger brother is an electrician. That year he was repairing the electrical circuit outside a woman's house in the countryside. He had to step on a ladder to repair the high place, but he fell off the ladder and died."

Qiao Mo's eyes dimmed, recalling something, and he was quiet for a while: "He didn't tell anyone in the school. At that time, I thought he..." The voice of these words was too low, as if he was talking to himself. language.

Mrs. Li didn't hear it, but just continued her own words: "His company paid 10,000+ in compensation, and the woman also paid some, plus the insurance. Life after Xiaoxuan and his mother will not be too difficult. But this matter It just happened to coincide with Xiaoxuan's birthday, and the college entrance examination will not be long. Hey..."

Mrs. Li wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Qiao Mo said nothing, just stood there blankly.

"Don't tell Xiaoxuan what I told you." Mrs. Li put the photo back on the cabinet. "When he mentioned his father, he stopped talking. This is the saddest thing in his life."

"it is good."

Qiao Mo simply washed up and returned to the room.

Feng Xuan was reclined, her limbs stretched out, taking up the entire bed.A small corner of the quilt covered her body, and most of it hung under the bed.

Qiao Mo was sending a message to Qiao Xi, telling her that she would not be going home tonight, and asked her to tell her mother too.With the other hand, he pulled up the quilt and tucked it in for Feng Xuan.

After sending the message, he put down his phone.Hold Fengxuan's head gently with one hand, move his body with the other, move him to the left side and straighten him.He took the pillow and put it under Fengxuan's head, carefully and slowly let Fengxuan's head fall on the pillow.

Like putting away a piece of precious porcelain, Qiao Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Xuan turned over, moved her lips, and pursed her lips.

Qiao Mo looked at him, and the corner of his mouth couldn't hold back his smile.

Qiao Xi sent another message: I suddenly remembered something.

Qiao Mo: What?

Qiao Xi: Back then when I was studying in Japan, you asked me to send you the weekly manga every week.It took you a long time to release those comics before sending them out.

Qiao Mo: Yes, you still remember?

Qiao Xi: Of course I remember, you don't know how much it costs me to send you those every week.

Qiao Mo: Treat you to dinner another day.

Qiao Xi: That's what you said, remember to treat me to dinner another day.

Qiao Mo: Why did you bring this up suddenly?In order to treat me to a meal?

Qiao Xi: Of course not.I want to ask... I guess, those cartoons of yours are just for Fengxuan, right?

Qiao Mo paused.no reply.

Qiao Xi: I had dinner with my mother that day, and I could tell.You were so considerate to him, when you saw the waiter bring soup in, you immediately put your hands behind his head.There are many other details that strike me as unusual.

Qiao Mo still didn't reply.

About 3 minutes later, Qiao Xi's message bounced again: You probably understand what happened on the day I went on a blind date with Li Yang.Feng Xuan should have come here for his cousin at first.If you weren't there that day, I might chat with Fengxuan and have dinner.You may have a good chat, and you may have a good impression.

Qiao Mo finally replied: Fortunately, I went that day.

Qiao Xi: Why, sister can't have a good impression of him?

She sent a curious emoji.

Qiao Mo: You can.

Qiao Xi sent a surprised emoji.

Qiao Xi: Why am I so unbelievable?

Qiao Mo: He can't.

I stopped chatting with Qiao Xi.Qiao Mo turned off the phone and put it on the bedside.

Sitting by the bed, Qiao Mo once again stared at Zhu Fengxuan's sleeping face.I vaguely saw him in those years when he was sixteen or seventeen.

At the sports meeting that day, Feng Xuan's little trick of trying to escape was exposed by Qiao Mo, and she was forced to stay in the competition, but failed to buy the comic magazine she liked.

During the recess on the second day, there was no one else in the classroom.

Feng Xuan grabbed Sun Siyan and Yan Shudai and cried, scratched his head and scratched the table, and yelled.

He rushed to Qiao Mo who was sitting by the window, grabbed Qiao Mo's collar, and cried, "It's all your fault, do you know how hard it is to get those manga magazines? I came here from Japan all the way." , only ten copies, first come first served, you fucking did it!"

Qiao Mo calmly said, "I haven't bought it, so I don't know."

Feng Xuan became even more angry, and she was about to pounce on him: "I will fight with you!"

Sun Siyan and Yan Shudai stopped Fengxuan in time.

Persuade him, comfort him, brainwash him.

"It wasn't his fault."

"do not be angry."

"Don't try your best."

"Those girls will tear you apart."

Feng Xuan: "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!" Crazy and wailing as if losing the whole world, "I can't see One Piece this week, what's the point of being alive! If they tear me up, I'll tear someone up!" Sit back seat, rubbing his face randomly, humming for a while, humming for a while.Said that the age is only three years old, no one would believe it.

At this time, the two girls returned to the classroom talking and laughing.

Almost instantly, Feng Xuan lost all voices.

Looking at him again, Qiao Mo saw him domineeringly folded his legs on the table, leaned his back against the edge of the back table, and put his hands on the back table.His expression was stern, cold, and handsome.

Sun Siyan and Yan Shudai squeezed his shoulders and asked, "Brother, are you comfortable?"

"It's okay." Feng Xuan's voice was low and cold.

What a fucking cold school boss.

Qiao Mo stood up the book to cover his face.Finally, I couldn't hold back and smiled.

During Fengxuan's three years, every year, every day, every moment that he couldn't help but want to pay attention to, Qiao Mo remembered it in his mind.always remember.

Qiao Mo couldn't remember what he looked like when he was sixteen or seventeen.

He only knew that it was an age at which even a few comic magazines would have to be stored for a long time before they dared to send them out.