Her nasal voice was heavier than before, and Qu Mojing guessed that she was crying, so she couldn't help feeling pity, she dared to cry when it was safe to endure it for so long.
It was already dark, and the street lights were also lit up. The lights of the surrounding shops and buildings were mixed with the lights of the cars flashing on the road, which turned on the night in Yanjing.
Along the way, Lin Qinghan carefully pointed the way, and was carried by Qu Mojing through the street. She wanted him to put her down several times and go home, but Qu Mojing always said that her home was also in this direction, and she was not in a hurry.
Qu Mojing didn't lie to her, and her family was indeed in this direction. When Lin Qinghan pulled her clothes and whispered, "I'm here, I'm really here." Qu Mojing stopped.
She and Lin Qinghan's house are only separated by a street, which happens to be two directions of Weiyi Road, but Lin Qinghan lives in a very dilapidated area of Yanjing. Qu Mojing glanced over and saw all the old houses in the shadows, which should be the old houses that are about to be demolished. A lot of collected wastes are piled up under a dim and worn street lamp, and the environment is a bit bad.
She stopped the car and watched Lin Qinghan get out of the back seat a little stiffly, and then lowered her head and pinched the corner of her clothes again, not daring to look at her.
Qu Mojing looked up at the narrow and dim alley behind her, and said, "Do you want me to take you home?"
Lin Qinghan hurriedly raised his head and shook it violently, then thought of something, and murmured: "My house is on the second floor, the clothes... I'll return the clothes to you, thank you."
While talking, she was about to take off her school uniform, but was stopped by Qu Mojing: "Wear it, your clothes are messy, you will scare your parents if you go back."
Lin Qinghan was stunned for a moment, seemingly convinced, stopped and looked at Qu Mojing hesitantly.
Qu Mojing was not in a hurry, stood under the street lamp and looked at this introverted and cowardly girl, finally the other party gathered up his courage and said vaguely: "Is your home really not far from here? It's not safe." She stammered, under the dim light, she kept looking at Qu Mojing, her eyes half-covered by her hair with obvious worry.
Qu Mojing's heart suddenly softened. In fact, she was a little angry with Lin Qinghan at first. If she is too cowardly and weak, she will definitely be bullied. But she is no longer a child. After thinking about it carefully, she realizes that such a character must be influenced by the environment, and not everyone has a strong enough heart to endure and change.
In such a situation, she can still think about others, and she is also a sensible and considerate child at heart. Not only was she even more puzzled, is this girl with the same name as that person really a person
Suppressing these doubts in her heart, she looked at the poor and cute little girl who was a little embarrassed, and couldn't help but want to tease her. Qu Mojing frowned slightly and looked back at the road behind him, then calmly said, "It's a bit far, are you worried about me?"
Lin Qinghan's face, which was hidden in the dim light, was flushed. Before she could say anything, Qu Mojing came over again: "If you are worried, then you can send me back too."
"Ah?" She raised her head and was stunned for a moment. After she realized it, she nodded hurriedly, then blushed and walked towards Qu Mojing in a hurry.
Qu Mojing couldn't help laughing out, the corner of his mouth twitched in a flash of laughter. Even though her expression soon turned pale again, she still rubbed her hair like she was treating a child: "Just kidding, my house is a block away from here, it will be there in ten minutes, you go back first. The injury should be treated, especially the arm, so as not to get infected."
Lin Qinghan rubbed her head by her and stared at her blankly with her eyes open. She pursed her lips and hesitated to walk into the alley until Qu Mojing urged her to go back.
Qu Mojing watched her thin figure disappear into the darkness, stood for a while before getting on her bicycle and rushing home.
When she got on the bike, a thin shadow came out of the alley and stared at her back for a long time before disappearing again. Lin Qinghan walked into the corridor and took out the key. She stood at the door and listened, making sure that no one was inside to open the door quickly. Mom hasn't come back yet, she has to tidy herself up quickly, if she sees what she looks like now, she will definitely be worried and sad.
Qu Mojing's school uniform was taken off by her. The clean school uniform had a faint smell of washing powder and a fresh fragrance. She smelled it just after sitting on the bicycle. It was the smell of Qu Mojing.
She sat blankly on some small iron beds, thinking about everything that happened today. This is the most desperate day she has ever experienced, and it is also the day she is most grateful and lucky.
That is, on this day, the wind blowing on the bicycle and the temperature touched by the palm of the hand were deeply ingrained in Lin Qinghan's heart, and it could not be erased from now on.
On the other side, Qu Mojing suddenly thought of something while riding the car, and quickly took out his mobile phone and looked at it. At school, her mobile phone was always on mute. She slid away and found several missed calls, and she felt a little stunned. Her rebirth had already made her chaotic, and when she encountered such an infuriating incident, she had even lost her head. She had forgotten that she was not an adult now. She had not returned home so late, so someone must be anxious.
After dialing the phone back, someone hurriedly answered the call: "Little Shan, where are you, why haven't you gone home yet? The phone can't get through, and Aunt Huang is so anxious!"
An anxious and worried voice came hurriedly over there, making Qu Mojing feel a little guilty after being in a trance. This is Aunt Huang who was invited by her parents to take care of her. Aunt Huang suffered a hard life, her husband died young, and one of her daughters died unexpectedly. She came to her home to take care of her since she was in junior high school. In my memory, Aunt Huang treated her very well. When she was in junior high school, she took care of her like her own daughter at her house. It's just... Thinking of what happened to Aunt Huang in her memory, she felt both pain and joy in her heart. Could something that made her feel guilty and regret for so long could be avoided
With guilt in her voice, she said quickly, "Aunt Huang, I'm sorry, don't worry, I'm going home soon. My classmates encountered something, so I helped out. I forgot to tell you, which made you worry."
The anxious voice of the woman on the other end of the phone finally eased, and she breathed a long sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good. I've called your parents so anxious, but they're too busy... Ah, you should be hungry. Come on, Aunt Huang made your favorite sweet and sour fish, and sweet and sour pork, come back and eat it."
She suddenly stopped and changed the subject, which made Qu Mojing stunned, and then realized that her relationship with her parents in junior high school was not very good. Children of this age are sensitive and vulnerable, and hope to be independent and let their parents treat themselves as adults, but on the other hand, they hope to get enough attention and love from their parents, but these Qu Mojing have never been obtained.
She responded in a low voice, her voice much softer, and chuckled: "Thank you Aunt Huang, I'll be there soon, wait for me."
When she got home, Aunt Huang's figure came into view. She stood under the street light and looked at the door, and when she saw Qu Mojing, she quickly walked over: "Xiaojing, I'm finally back, you're starving, wash your hands quickly. After dinner, Aunt Huang will put the car away for you."
Qu Mojing hurriedly stopped her, and the familiar and kind person in her memory appeared in front of her eyes, making her eyes a little sore. She endured, pushed her away gently, and said coquettishly, "Aunt Huang, I'm starving to death, and you must be hungry too. I'll park the car, and you can quickly serve your meal."
Saying that, she pushed the car into the backyard. When she entered the restaurant, three dishes and one soup were already set on the table, and the two of them didn't eat much, but Aunt Huang always said that her studies were heavy, and it was a long time in the third year of junior high. When it comes to the body, it is necessary to make up for the body, so there are always many tricks.
Halfway through the meal, her cell phone buzzed and vibrated. She glanced at the caller ID, her expression condensed, and she closed her eyes before pressing the phone.
"Mo Sheng, what's the matter? Why didn't you go back so late today? It made your Aunt Huang anxious. It's the third year of junior high, so you should be sensible. If you can't come back in time, you should say hello in advance." Tired and angry, he didn't give Qu Mojing a chance to speak.
She just listened quietly and didn't speak. After she finished speaking, she was silent for a moment, and then added a little bluntly: "Have you gone home? Have you eaten yet?"
Qu Mojing couldn't tell how she felt. As she was back then, she would hang up before Qu Sheng had finished speaking. She seldom showed her temper and never lost her temper, but she always liked to resist with silence.
"I'm back, I'm having dinner with Aunt Huang. Something happened to my classmate tonight. I took her home and forgot to contact Aunt Huang, and the phone was muted." After she finished speaking calmly, the man over there was silent again. .
Afterwards, he seemed a little cramped, and his voice was much lower: "Remember next time, Dad was in a meeting just now and didn't call you the first time. It's fine, let's go to dinner."
"Um."
Qu Sheng on the other end of the phone was surprised by his daughter's reaction today. When he was about to hang up, he couldn't help but add: "Your mother and I will go back early, you have to be obedient."
The corner of Qu Mojing's mouth tickled, and he hummed softly.
Aunt Huang didn't eat and kept looking at her. Seeing that she didn't feel depressed and depressed as usual when she put down her phone, she also laughed: "Your father didn't blame you, did he?"
Seeing Qu Mojing smiling, Aunt Huang breathed a sigh of relief, and then hesitantly said, "Your parents are just too busy to express their feelings, it's not that they don't care about you."
Qu Mojing nodded: "I know, Aunt Huang, let's eat."
Aunt Huang didn't say anything. After all, today's calm call is already a huge improvement. She also didn't quite understand why parents who clearly care about their children never said anything, always speaking to a little girl in a scolding tone.
After dinner, Qu Mojing was going to take a bath. She held her clothes and looked at herself in the mirror. At this moment, she looked at the person in the mirror calmly. Her eyes were still that of the 28-year-old, but her youthful face looked innocent and innocent. Well-behaved, but only belongs to 15-year-old Qu Mojing.
She was calm enough today, but this calm was suppressed by a series of events. Turning on the shower head, she closed her eyes and let the cool water fall on her face. What appeared in her mind was the picture of Lin Qinghan pulling her down the stairs, and the little girl named Lin Qinghan.
The author has something to say: teasing others as soon as they meet, tsk tsk, bad fun
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