Fu Pei was left out in the cold by Mo Mo, even though she was never warm. But if he was just an unfavored harem beauty in the past, now he is definitely a concubine who has been cast into the cold palace. He made several phone calls every day to care about her injury, and all he got were polite and alienated answers like "Well, thank you, it's much better, I have something to do next time...". He thought about it for several days, but he couldn't figure out what kind of awkwardness she was making, so he ran to her school in a fit of anger and called her downstairs in the dormitory.
"Hello."
"Mo, I'm downstairs in your dormitory."
"What are you doing?" Her voice was cold.
"I'm looking for you, otherwise what can I do?" He was so depressed recently that he couldn't speak well.
"It's not convenient for me to go downstairs," she said.
"Didn't you say it's much better? Come down, or you can ask someone to take me up." Fu Pei did not compromise.
"Understood, I'll come down."
Situ Mo walked downstairs, there were large scabs on his legs, he had to be careful when he moved, otherwise he would be torn. She stood at the corner of the stairs and looked at Fu Pei for a while. He put his hands in his pockets and kicked a small stone under his feet, looking a little impatient. She hesitated for a while before going down, she really didn't want to quarrel with him, because she knew how crazy he was.
It was when the college entrance examination was filling out volunteers. Fu Pei walked around her every day trying to trick her out which school she applied to, but she really didn't want to have to watch him change girlfriends one by one for four years in college, and wanted to leave him. Far away, and slowly removed him from her life, so she refused to say anything. In the end, Fu Pei got angry, kicked over the trash can beside the playground, and walked away.
She stood in front of Fu Pei, and asked without emotion: "Why are you here?"
"Are you blaming me? I said I wanted to wait for you, but you didn't want it yourself. How about blaming me instead now?" He said bluntly.
Mo Mo was at a loss for a moment, and after a pause for a few seconds, he realized that he was talking about the day of the interview, and shook his head: "No, I didn't blame you, and it's none of your business."
"Why is it none of my business?" He was irritated by her dismissive attitude, "Do you have to make such a clear distinction with me? Aren't we good friends?"
"I didn't mean that, don't think about it." Mo said to him. In fact, she just wanted to make it clear, and she could ask for as many as she could.
"It's because you're eccentric and still say I'm thinking wildly?" Fu Pei raised his voice in anger, "Well, if you say you don't blame me, then why have you been ignoring me lately?"
"Fu Pei, we are friends, right? No friend will call several times a day just to discuss the weather and what to eat." She confessed, "Even the best friends are the same."
"So it's for this? Do you think I'm annoying?" Fu Pei stared at her coldly, "I've always been like this, and you're only starting to think I'm annoying now, isn't it too late?"
"I don't think you're annoying. It's your girlfriend's right to ask questions about your health and wellness. I'm not qualified, understand?" She said to him in a good voice.
"I don't understand, I don't have a girlfriend now, and even if I do have a girlfriend, so what, do I have to agree to whom I want to treat?"
"How many girlfriends have you had trouble with you before?" Mo asked suddenly. In fact, she knew that Fu Pei's previous girlfriends were very unhappy with her existence, and she tried to hide as much as possible, avoiding whenever she could, and explaining to them if she couldn't avoid it. She still remembers a woman who called her and said a vixen, which made Mo Mo stupid. Such an outdated name made Mo Mo lament the lack of vocabulary of contemporary college students. She explained it for more than ten minutes, but the other party was still cursing, swearing at a bitch, Momo became angry, greeted the other party with all the dirty words she had learned in her life, and then called Fu Pei and greeted Fu Pei with the same words. She never answered this type of call again.
"What are you talking about?" Fu Pei frowned and asked.
"Fu Pei, do you like me?" Mo Mo asked after hesitating for a while.
Fu Pei was taken aback by her directness, and put his hands in his pockets uncomfortably: "Why do you ask such a question?"
"Want to ask clearly," she said.
"I... count it." Fu Pei hesitated, "We have dated before, so of course we like it."
"Don't like me."
"What do you mean?" Fu Pei grabbed her hand.
"It's just that I don't want to be one of the people you like." She broke away from his hand, "Go back, I have something to do this afternoon."
"Don't go too far. Don't act just because I like you a little bit." Fu Pei furiously kicked the tree beside the road.
"You can ignore me at all."
And she didn't care about his "little liking" at all.
"Situ Mo! What do you think of me?" He grabbed her hand and refused to let her go.
"I don't want to do anything to you, I just think you owe me at least an apology."
"What kind of apology should I say, didn't I tell you I'm sorry in the hospital before?"
"I'm talking about April Fool's Day. You owe me an apology." She knew it was shameful to turn over old accounts, but it would be hateful not to turn them over.
"When did it happen, and you still talk about it, are you too narrow-minded?"
"Ha, women's narrow-mindedness is a truth that has been passed down through the ages, you know?" Mo Mo laughed angrily, "Forget it, I don't want to quarrel with you, I'm going back." She couldn't pull away the hand that was held by him, and turned her head stare at him.
"Okay, I apologize." Fu Pei remained expressionless, "Is this all right?"
Mo Mo didn't expect him to really apologize, so he was stunned for five seconds before he said, "It's fine."
"The write-off?" He looked down at her.
"Yeah." Mo nodded, why did he get closer and closer? "Fu Pei, I warn you, don't come close."
"Understood." He curled his lips and straightened up, "I'm going back."
After taking two steps, Fu Pei stopped, turned his back to her and said, "Mo, what if I'm the only one?" He left without waiting for her answer.
Situ Mo watched him walk away quietly, with a thousand turns in his heart. She knew Fu Pei so well, it was harder for him to settle down than to dig diamonds out of coal. So if there is no if, even if there is, she will not bet on his if.
Soon, Mo Mo found out that Fu Pei and Wang Shan were having a hot fight. Every time Wang Shan answered a mysterious call, she would come over shyly and ask Situ Mo: "Mo Mo, Fu Pei asked how your injury is going."
"I can't die." Mo Mo answered very coldly.
One night, Fu Pei called Situ Mo.
"At the end?"
"Yeah." Sitting on the bed, Mo Mo held the diary she wrote for him back then, flipping through the pages.
"I got along very well with your roommate recently," he said tentatively.
"Just say what you want to say." Mo Mo tore up a few pages of the diary.
"What if I date her?" Fu Pei asked cautiously.
Mo clenched the paper tightly in his hand: "Ask me why, you're dating her, not me."
"You don't like me hanging out with people around you," he said.
"Whether I like it or not is none of your business." She tore out a few more pages of the diary, "You can be with whoever you like, I don't care and I don't want to."
"Mo, you're angry." He said with a smile, "Whether you like it or not is none of my business, why don't you be my girlfriend?"
Mo Mo shook his hand holding the phone, the words were exactly the same...
She tore off the last few pages of the diary vigorously, and said slowly: "Fu Pei, so many people are going to die, why don't you die?"
"Haha, Mo Mo, you are so cute." Fu Pei laughed loudly, "I won't tell you anymore, I'll seduce your roommate, don't regret it then."
"Get lost." Situ Mo hung up the phone.
If Mo Mo had hoped for Fu Pei before, now he has successfully extinguished the flame of hope. Over the past few years, Situ Mo has been pretending that he doesn't care, doesn't care whether Fu Pei calls her, doesn't care that Fu Pei has a girlfriend again, doesn't care how Fu Pei feels about her... She's so tired of pretending, so she doesn't care It's over, he does whatever he likes, whoever he likes to entangle with, from now on, don't expect her to have any ambiguous thoughts for him.
"Mo, are you alright?" Monroe, who was the only one staying in the dormitory, inevitably heard their conversation.
"It's okay." Mo Mo took a deep breath, "My legs are so itchy. Maybe the scab is about to fall off."
"Take some medicine, don't scratch, or you will leave scars." Monroe hesitated for a moment, but said, "Mo, it might be better to say the uncomfortable words."
"In the second year of high school, Fu Pei confessed to me, and we dated for a week, and then I accidentally found out that the day he confessed was April Fool's Day. I was very angry and ran to question him. He said nonchalantly that I was afraid that you would reject me. Well. I said in a fit of anger that I wanted to break up, he agreed, and soon made a new girlfriend." Mo smiled wryly, "I offended my good friend just to be with him, oh yes, he was before me My girlfriend is my best friend."
"I can't tell that Fu Pei is quite cheap." Monroe sighed, "I thought he was a good man, what did he just tell you?"
"He said he wanted to date Wang Shan, and asked me if I could. Then he asked me if I want to be his girlfriend." Mo Mo slowly crumpled the paper in his hand.
"Wow, that's cheap enough. Isn't he too shameless?" Monroe was filled with righteous indignation, "Then what do you say?"
"Didn't you hear that, I told him to die." Mo Mo laughed, and found that he felt much better after saying it.
"You still like him, don't you?" Monroe asked as if suddenly thinking of something.
"I don't like it now." Mo aimed the ball of paper in his hand at the trash can beside the table, shot and scored. "I'm more worried about Wang Shan now. I've known Fu Pei for so long, and I haven't seen him date any girl for more than three months."
"Maybe you are lucky. It's not that you haven't persuaded her. You can still stop her if she wants to fall in love." Monroe saw Mo Mo's hand ready to scratch, so she patted her, "Don't scratch."
"Okay." Mo Mo retracted his hand, crumpled the diary into a ball of paper and shot it.