Chi Guang

Chapter 42

The sky was dark, all the students in the teaching building had left, and there was no one in the corridor, Mu Shihai was swinging his schoolbag, walking lightly and quickly.

"Mu Shihai!"

A figure jumped out of the small garden, panting into his arms: "Phew, I finally caught up."

"Why are you still here?"

"Wait for you."

"What's up?"

"Yes," Xu Chichuan pulled him and refused to let go: "Come home with me."

"???"

"Okay, you forgot, you forgot, no wonder you let me go first," Xu Chichuan folded his hands on his chest, and his face stretched: "It's agreed to go to my house for dinner after the exam, do you want to go?" Playing tricks?"

Mu Shihai: ...he really forgot.

"To be sure, will you go or not?"

"……go."

"When?"

"……tomorrow?"

"Okay, if you don't come, hehe, I won't talk to you again!"

"...Understood," Mu Shihai frowned, "It's getting dark, let's go home."

"Don't follow me," Xu Chichuan glared at him, and dared to laugh: "I'll go by myself."

On the Gaoshiba platform, watching Xu Chichuan get on the No. 114 bus and wait for the bus to make a complete turn without seeing the buttocks of the bus. Mu Shihai stretched out his hand to stop a taxi: "Beibin Road, Talent Garden."

The driver pressed the empty license plate, and secretly looked through the rearview mirror with curious eyes at the handsome young man in the back seat who lived in a villa area in the city center.

The river under the bridge was rolling, the wind whizzed past his ears, and the moment he got closer to home, he sank. When he reached the gate of the community, Mu Shihai nodded and thanked the security guard who swiped the gate for him with a coffin face.

There are no leather shoes on the shoe rack at the door—Mu Xingyong is not at home.

The nanny and Yin Zhimei were taking Mu Shiyu to dinner. A European-style chandelier lit up the dining room, and it fell on the dining table to reflect the joyful warmth. Yin Zhimei got up quickly: "I thought you weren't coming back. I didn't ask the nanny to cook your meal. You want to eat What? Mom cooks for you herself."

Dodging the hand that was about to pick up the schoolbag, Mu Shihai changed his shoes and went straight upstairs: "No."

The door was locked and he fell on the bed. The quiet and dark bed was so quiet that he could hear his heartbeat clearly.He didn't feel sad or angry. There was never a single lamp in Wanjia that belonged to an outsider, and what was poured out was leftovers, which had no place for him.

This is a fact that was all too clear and deeply remembered long ago.

In Room 6, Building 305, Lanwan Community, the aroma of beef brisket stewed with potatoes wafts through the crack of the door and spreads throughout the corridor.After receiving his wife's order "Xiao Chuan made some delicious food for him after the exam", Xu Youhua got off work early and went to the supermarket to buy groceries, ready to reward his hard-working son.

There are five dishes and one soup on the table, and the mapo tofu is bright and tender, which whets the appetite.After planing two bowls of rice and drinking a bowl of lotus root pork rib soup in one breath, Xu Chichuan put down his chopsticks and burped contentedly: "I'm full~"

"Don't eat? Have another bowl?"

"I can't, I can't," Xu Chichuan shook his head while stroking his chubby belly, "I'm going to die."

"Then don't eat it," Xu Youhua drank the last sip of white wine in the glass: "I'll peel a peach for you later."

"Dad, are you going to work tomorrow?"

"...Tomorrow is Saturday."

"Yeah, I almost forgot about your weekends, hehehe..."

Looking at his son's smirk, which was obviously asking for something else, a feeling of cheating came to the man's back: "What do you want?"

"A classmate will come to play at home tomorrow." Ignoring his mother's warning eyes, Xu Chichuan picked up the wine bottle doggy-leggedly, and filled his father's small wine glass with a glass of white wine: "The chef is holding a spoon? Don't bother." The dish, fish-flavored shredded pork, fish-flavored eggplant, boiled pork slices and mapo tofu will do.”

Xu Youhua: "... Pour the wine back and I won't drink it anymore."

"Don't! Don't! Dad! Old Xu! Don't go! I'm your own!"

"You two are enough! Sit back for me!"

"Xu Youhua! Are you young at this age?" Shen Sijing knocked on the bowl: "Go shopping early tomorrow, when will my classmates come? Is it Lu Miaoyi?"

"No, it's my deskmate. It should be noon. Let's go out to play in the afternoon."

"Stay overnight?"

"I don't know, I'll ask tomorrow, thank you mom, mom is the most beautiful woman in the world."

"Come on," Shen Sijing was unmoved, and pinched his little face: "Are you confident in getting the quota for the exam?"

"Oh, Mom," Xu Chichuan frowned helplessly, "I've said it many times, I don't want to go to No. [-] Middle School."

"It's not something you want or not. The condition of No. [-] Middle School is so good, there is no reason not to go."

"I don't want to go." He was a little tired. This was the umpteenth time he repeated this sentence: "No reason, I just don't like it."

"Even if I get the quota, I won't take the exam." Xu Chichuan looked at the two of them firmly, refusing to compromise even a single step: "The big deal is that I can't pass the exam in other schools."

The door was closed with a "bang", and the couple looked at each other, the stubbornness and disapproval in Shen Sijing's eyes were clearly visible.Xu Youhua was a little helpless, feeling like a sandwich biscuit, he didn't know how to persuade his equally stubborn wife: "The brat doesn't want to, so I can't tie him up;"

"It's not impossible to go to other good schools with Xiaochuan's grades. Jiangbei No. [-] Middle School or No. [-] Middle School are not much worse than No. [-] Middle School."

"Let's talk about it later," Shen Sijing still didn't let go, pressed her eyebrows and turned to go to the bathroom: "I'll think about it again."