[17]
For Liao Nanqing, the two and a half hours when Subei Mo went out was extremely difficult.
Xu Yanyan and Subei Mo were in a novelly decorated milk tea shop. Xu Yanyan was a regular customer and ordered a cup of pudding milk tea. Two tall boys sitting face to face in the milk tea shop was already very noticeable, but Xu Yanyan ordered a small six-inch cake, packed it and put it on the table. The pink packaging is very cute, and it is the favorite one for girls this year.
"That's all that's left. It's a bit awkward to look at." Xu Yanyan muttered to himself to cover up his embarrassment, and out of the corner of the eye glanced at Subei Mo who had not spoken.
Subei Mo hooked his lips at him, and quickly organized the opening remarks: "Hello, it's the first time we meet, I'm Subei Mo."
"Hello, I know you are Subei Mo." Xu Yanyan took the opportunity to hand over Liao Nanqing's mobile phone that he had left at his house: "His mobile phone is too old, it should be replaced, and typing is particularly difficult."
Subei Mo nodded: "Indeed." Liao Nanqing's response to the information is getting slower and slower, it must be because the mobile phone is not easy to use.
"It's you who he calls and texts every night."
"Have you seen our chat history?"
"When I open the development information, I can always see a little bit." However, Xu Yanyan didn't read it at all, and when he opened the chat box, he saw a question asked by Liao Nanqing, "I just said, I don't know that question, how could he solve it? , It turned out that he had invited foreign aid. Speaking of which, he is shabby enough, and he really has no friends. Apart from me and Ge Yun, you are the only friend in the contacts."
Xu Yanyan and Liao Nanqing are the same age, they have been well protected by their family since childhood, and their minds are very simple. In addition to a good family background, and his parents are kind-hearted people, under the influence of the family environment, Xu Yanyan has a very cheerful personality and is good at making friends.
He has many friends, not only Liao Nanqing, but also Liao Nanqing.
Subeimo ignored his endless chatter and cut to the chase: "Do you have any questions?"
Xu Yanyan took a sip of milk tea and was silent for a moment: "Is his father really a murderer?"
"Yes."
"Why kill?"
"The other party is not a good person, but his dad used the wrong way."
Xu Yanyan was stunned: "I heard that the person who was killed bullied Liao Nanqing." He was puzzled, was that what he heard? He wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to ask directly.
"No sexual assault." Subei Mo said bluntly, extremely serious, and even his tone dropped by three points, "I can roughly tell what you have heard, but many things have been exaggerated by rumors. It hurts far more than you hear."
Xu Yanyan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and his stiff nerves were finally stretched, and this small gesture was caught by Subei Mo's eyes. At the same time, Subei Mo also let go of his tight heart.
"So he was bullied?"
"Yes."
"... You came to me today because you wanted me to help keep the secret?"
"Yes."
"Why do you think I will help him?" Xu Yanyan raised his voice slightly, wanting to hear a few good words.
Subei Mo said in a low voice, "Nan Qing's eyesight shouldn't be that bad. Let's check it out and help him get his cell phone."
"Hey, what if I don't want to?" Xu Yanyan said unhappily.
"If you don't want to, Nan Qing will repeat the previous situation." Su Beimo was very calm, calm, and didn't mean to argue, "But it doesn't matter, I will find a way to get him to leave No. 3 High School and go further. school."
Xu Yanyan didn't expect that North Jiangsu Mo's confidence was so strong, as if he was not here to explain or negotiate. It is simply to inform him that if he does not agree, he will use another method to respond. Subeimo has a strong attitude and is handsome. Xu Yanyan thought that if he were a girl, he would fall into the trap now.
He sucked the milk tea and thought about it for a while. Unwilling to be suppressed by Subei Mo's momentum, he pushed the packaged pink cake to Subei Mo with a smirk: "This is for you, as to whether I can help or not, just wait. When you go home, give your phone to Liao Nanqing, and he will naturally know."
"Are all your current high school students so personal?"
"After all, when I was young, I always called me Xu Jianjian." He was quite satisfied with the name, got up and waved his hand and left.
Subei Mo didn't go back to Liao Nanqing's house directly. He went to a nearby vegetable market to buy a processed crucian carp and some vegetables. Immediately remembered that Liao Nanqing had no seasoning at home, he hurriedly went to the small supermarket to make up some.
Liao Nanqing's family is full of instant noodles, which is outrageous.
He wanted Liao Nanqing to eat healthier, and if he didn't know how to cook, he would at least order a dish in a small restaurant. But considering Liao Nanqing's poor monthly living expenses, Subei Mo couldn't speak. Give the money directly, Liao Nanqing definitely doesn't want it. He was accepting the kindness of Subei Mo in moderation, with a cautious attitude. On the other hand, Subei Mo, step by step, approached him greatly, cared for him, and wanted to give him many good things.
For example, the band-aids he gave him, such as the dinner he invited him home for, such as the parent-teacher meeting that turned upside down, and the current school transfer.
Everything is his initiative, and Liao Nanqing is passive.
But Su Beimo knew that Liao Nanqing was simple, and he regarded any kindness of his own as light, and could not help but approach and yearn for it unconsciously. But he didn't know that in this process, Liao Nanqing himself was a new sprout and dew. He wiped away the haze and faced a seasonal rain, which brought a long drought and nectar to northern Jiangsu.
So, after thinking about it, Subei Mo felt that it was Liao Nanqing's fault that he made him helplessly fall in love.
dong dong—
Liao Nanqing opened the door almost in a second, and he kept waiting at the entrance.
"I have braised fish at noon, but it might be a bit late to cook at this point. Are you hungry?" Su Beimo handed him the vegetables and cake, bent down and took off his shoes, his slender body was wearing the gray-blue that had just dried this morning. He wears a black shirt and wears a black minimalist watch on his skeletal wrists.
Subei Mo also gave him the mobile phone in his pocket. The old mobile phone had little power left and was turned on in power-saving mode. There was no news on the top, and the screen was so dark it was unintelligible.
Liao Nanqing held his mobile phone and looked at him in a panic, as if he followed him to the kitchen with those vegetables and wood.
"Go and sit in the living room and charge your phone." Subeimo rolled up his sleeves and began to wash rice, looking around, "Do you have an apron at home?"
"Is my grandma's okay?"
"Soil?"
"A bit." Liao Nanqing wondered, "How about I cook."
"Is the food you made edible?" Su Beimo remembered that Liao Nanqing helped with the cooking before, and put salt and sugar as sugar, and tossed a plate of braised pork badly. He couldn't let such wasteful behavior happen again, so he readily rejected Liao Nanqing and took over the dingy apron.
Wearing it on him is nondescript.
Subeimo, who kept his mouth shut about meeting Xu Yanyan, undoubtedly made Liao Nanqing fall into a bad guess. Holding his mobile phone, he stood beside Subei Mo with a solemn expression. It took him a long time to say, "After all, the Third High School is not in the town. I am in it, so I won't be bullied."
Subei Mo Xiimi's hands paused and continued to wash.
"At most, everyone avoids me. I'm in my third year of high school, and I don't want to transfer." He was afraid of causing trouble to Subei Mo, lest Subei Mo would be scared away by these tedious things and gradually stay away from him. It doesn't matter if everyone doesn't play with him or talk to him, only Subei Mo is different. Besides, Liao Nanqing had been frightened once before, and he was particularly timid about it.
In the few hours when Subei Mo went out, he thought a lot, and even imagined that he would suffer when he stepped into the class tomorrow.
what kind of treatment.
However, the worst plan is the same as before.
Subei Mo turned off the faucet, didn't even dry his hands, and sighed silently. Because the mobile phone in Liao Nanqing's hand still didn't move, he pushed Liao Nanqing's forehead with a wet hand: "Go to the living room to charge your mobile phone, then sit there and reflect for ten minutes."
"what?"
"Reflect on why your head is full of all this mess instead of studying."
"… "
"Go quickly."
Subei Mo urged him to drive him out of the kitchen.
The phone in his hand vibrated the moment the kitchen door closed.
It was a long message, and Liao Nanqing was slightly startled. When he saw the name of the person who came to the message, he swallowed.
He opens-
[Hi bro, no big deal. ]
It was a no-brainer, but Liao Nanqing read it over and over several times, and then another message came.
Liao Nanqing's fingertips trembled heavily, obviously nervous.
[My cousin only told Ge Yun and me about this, and her mouth was also very strict. I like the shoes you gave me, and the cake is a reward. After all, I don't know when your birthday is. meet on Monday. ]
After reading the last word, the phone went out of power for shame. The screen goes black and it won't turn on no matter how much you press it. Liao Nanqing excitedly opened the kitchen door, pointed to the phone and said, "It's out of power!" In fact, he wanted to say that Xu Yanyan sent me a message, and he was still my friend!
But he was so happy that he suddenly became incoherent.
Subei Mo has a headache, he is frying fish. Liao Nanqing's house didn't even have a working range hood, so he smelled of oil smoke.
"That's why I asked you to charge it." He turned around amusedly, and put the fried fish on a plate for the time being.
"Okay, I'll charge it!" Liao Nanqing turned around and stopped again, showing a smile, "Su Beimo, I'll show you the message Xu Yanyan sent me when I turn on the phone. He, they are still willing to be my friends. !"
"Then go and recharge!"
"Um!"
It was only a few steps away from the living room, but Liao Nanqing felt that it was a thousand miles away. The broken mobile phone, which is usually only used to communicate with Subei Mo, has become precious at this moment. He plugged in the charging cable for the phone, held it in his hands, and waited minute by minute.
With a spatula, Subeimo stood at the entrance of the kitchen, looking at his reckless appearance, his heart was very soft.
You will meet a lot of good people in the future.
Last night, Subei Mo said this to him, and starting today, this sentence will be slowly fulfilled.