chapter 14 cold night

Chapter 14 cold night

It's so cold in winter that when you speak, you can breathe out a white breath. But is the dormitory a place to read books? After nine o'clock in the evening,

the classmates who came back one after another, the girls who came to do face masks, and the ping-pong-pong sound of washing... It definitely made you unable to read a word.

"Forget it, my English is so bad, I have to do another set of questions." I shook the exercise set.

she nodded calmly and walked away.

In fact, there is still a lot of homework that I need to review, but English is the most painful for me. When I was in high school, I had Mu Nanqiao tutoring me, and I was barely able to pass.

Now that the number of words has suddenly increased, I can't bear it.

After an unknown amount of time, after finishing the three sets of reading comprehension questions, I stretched out and realized that I was alone in the classroom.

At this moment, a text message came from the mobile phone, and it was calm: "Why haven't you come back yet?"

Looking at the time, it was almost two minutes before eleven o'clock. I was taken aback. The school has regulations that the dormitory will be closed at 11:30, and the power will be cut off at 11:00 in the teaching building!

I packed my schoolbag in a hurry, and I ran out. As soon as I ran out of the teaching building, i fell into darkness.

Winter nights are extraordinarily cold, especially in this southern city. The cold is wet and cold, which is different from the physical attack in the north, but a magical attack that can be cold to the bones.

I hurried to the dormitory building in a hurry, hoping to get there before the door closed, but I didn't expect it to be a step slower.

Looking in from the glass window, the dormitory aunt was sleeping soundly.

I knocked on the window for a full five minutes, and she just rolled over and continued to sleep. Finally, calm phone call came: "Are you going to stay overnight in the study room?"

"Auntie dormitory slept so hard that I couldn't open the door." I was breathing for warmth while talking on the phone.

"I'll go down." Calm was helpless.

At this moment, a pair of voices suddenly came from the mobile phone: "Pigeon, you haven't come back yet, have you? The dormitory aunt has insomnia these days and has taken sleeping pills to help her sleep, don't you know..."

It's a misfortune.

I am desperate.

Calm is still comforting me: "It's okay, even if Auntie takes sleeping pills, it's not that she can't wake up. I'll go down and shout for you."

I shrank my neck: "Forget it, calm down, I'll go to the Internet cafe for the night."

It's really inhumane to ask her to get dressed and come down on such a cold day. I hung up the phone, stomped my frozen feet, and started walking out of the school gate.

The school gate is locked at 11:00, but there are policies and countermeasures. The students who surfed the Internet secretly pried off two railings in the secret place, enough to get out of a person.

The sky was dark blue, and the blue became black, and it was dotted with stars, like a movie theater for one person, only the lights above the head were bright in the dark.

I have never felt such a campus, cold, lonely, and the hustle and bustle is far away, leaving only a faint shadow. You seem to be watching a big screen showing a movie that never ends.

Just after walking two steps, I found a boy in a leather jacket and a scarf standing under the street lamp, his slender figure stretched extremely long by the light.

Is there anyone outside the dormitory at this time?

I hugged the book in my arms and took two steps. The boy turned his head and walked towards me.

"Little song."

I stopped in disbelief and looked at Mu Nanqiao in front of me. He is not in B University at this time, why is he here?

"Is there no access control in the dormitory of B University?"

"I also want to ask you, is there no access control in your dormitory?"

I replied gloomily, "I forgot the time while studying English, and the dormitory aunt fell asleep." I remembered something after saying, "How about you?"

"I..." He raised his head thoughtfully, looking at the stars in the sky, the white mist from his mouth disappeared in an instant, "Perhaps you don't know, I walk from B every day after my evening self-study. I'll wait for you here."

I was even more shocked, and reached out to touch his forehead: "You won't be confused, will you? I never saw you come up to say hello once."

He lowered his head and said nothing, put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly forward. I was worried, so I followed up and asked, "Munanqiao, what happened?"

I used to think that life is a calm lake, with flowers blooming in spring and freezing in winter, and it will develop naturally without any twists and turns.

But since my dad passed away, I've been a frightened bird, little things make me fidgety.

"It's nothing, I actually wanted to say sorry to you. Well, about Yuanyuan." Mu Nanqiao's voice was hoarse, "I didn't think about it carefully. I didn't expect Yuanyuan to cause such a big disturbance."

I stopped to look at him.

"That's what you're doing?"

He nodded.

"I'm not mad at you at all. That day... Actually, I had a little friction with my roommate that day, and I just didn't want to talk on the phone." I peeked at him as I spoke, and saw the unease in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, such a trivial matter could make him come running on a winter night, and he hesitated several times before he could open it up.

I pushed him half-jokingly: "I understand, the big man B has never made a mistake, and it is especially uncomfortable when he occasionally makes a mistake. In other words, his face is too thin."

He buried his chin in the scarf, his beautiful eyebrows stretched out, and his eyes curved into a smile, like a deep lake full of stars.

If you look more closely, you can see that his face is slightly red, and he doesn't know if he is frozen or embarrassed. I suddenly felt that such a cautious Mu Nanqiao was really cute.

After climbing out of the gap in the railing, I looked at the brightly lit Internet cafe not far away: "Which Internet cafe should I go to?"

He said: "It's full of second-hand smoke, and you haven't had a good rest. Don't you want to review tomorrow?"

"Yeah, but where can we go now?"

Mu Nanqiao was silent for a while and said, "Actually, I have a house nearby. I have been living there since I moved out of the dormitory recently.

The environment is very good and the facilities are complete. Why don't you come with me?"

My heart was beating violently a few times.

Listening to what he meant, it should be that the Mu family bought a house for him near the university, and he usually lives alone?

Being invited by a male god to be in the same room late at night... This seems to be the dream of college girls, right? Why did it come to me, it became very scary and hard to explain...

"Hmm." My words were a beat faster than my brain.

Mu Nanqiao laughed immediately: "That's good, go this way, it's in the community over there, not far."

I silently turned my head, and at the same time shed two lines of lasagna tears in my heart. Please, my "um" is followed by a question - how many beds do you have in your house?

There is a prepared sentence at the back - if there is only one bed, then I will go to the Internet cafe, hahahaha...

But these were blocked by Mu Nanqiao's smile.

At this time, there is no way to hate myself for being slow. Returning to the community with Mu Nanqiao, a warm gust of warmth came upon the door as soon as the door was opened.

It turned out that there was a heater in the room, and it was as warm as spring. Standing on the smooth wooden floor, I looked around and found that the room was very comfortable and clean. It was really a good place to study.

The heat was on so much that I was sweating a little in just a few minutes. Mu Nanqiao was wearing a cotton mop and asked casually, "Aren't you hot?"

He took off his leather jacket and sweater, and wore only a wide dark blue T-shirt, revealing his long neck and handsome collarbones. His hands and feet are slender and slender, and his walking posture is so elegant, like a cat.

Suddenly, I didn't dare to look at Mu Nanqiao like this. I tightened my collar and said, "I'm not hot."

He was stunned, looked me up and down, suddenly smiled, and approached me and said, "There are two beds, don't worry."

rest assured...

Why does this word get weirder?

"I didn't worry about anything. As simple as I am, how can I think of those dirty things." I took off the scarf with reluctance.

He smiled even deeper: "Oh, thank you so much for trusting me. It's getting late, do you wash first or I wash first?"

"You first."

When the shower clattered in the bathroom, I went into the second bedroom, made the bed as fast as I could, and took off my sweater, wearing only my coat.

In emergencies, I can only use the jacket as home clothes.

Pressing the button, the round leather bed in the second bedroom is still soft, and it should be very comfortable to sleep on. I sat beside the bed bored and suddenly wanted to see the room where Mu Nanqiao usually slept.

I tiptoed to the door of the master bedroom, and I put out a finger and pushed the door open. I saw a large bed with a simple structure inside, a desk beside the bed, and a lamp on the table, illuminating the books scattered on it.

I walked over and saw several different versions of the TestFo and DSH textbooks. Open the inner page, there are sketches and drawings, there are notes in the blanks, and the fonts are beautiful. He stretched out his finger and rubbed it, and the texture of the bumps on the page was itchy from his fingers to his heart.

I turned a few more pages and suddenly saw a photo fall out of the page. Pick it up, it's a photo of me and Mu Nanqiao.

I stood with him under a peach tree, he was carrying a fishing rod, put his arm around my shoulder, and smiled very cheerfully. And when I stood beside him, my hair hadn't grown long, it was ear-length short, green and immature.

In fact, more than four years have passed, but I feel like a whole century has passed in a trance.

During the years we were with Mu Nanqiao, every spring, we would go out on an outing together. Sometimes two people, sometimes two families travel together... But compared to today's cold and thin reality, those past events are like aged cheese, which can only be reminisced and not savoured.

The sound of the water in the bathroom suddenly stopped, and I suddenly woke up, hurriedly put the photos back in the book, and then went back to the second bedroom.

After a while, Mu Nanqiao came out of the bathroom with a towel hanging around his neck, and his hair was dripping wet. He walked to the door of the second bedroom and knocked on the door:

"Xiaoge, you can take a shower. I also prepared the pajamas."

I agreed. He glanced behind me from the corner of his eyes, and said as if chatting, "My dad doesn't come here often, so he lives here when he comes."

The thought of this leather bed being laid on by the person I hate the most makes me sick. Without thinking about it, I said, "Mu Nanqiao, if you sleep in this room, I'll sleep in the next room."

He didn't answer, just looked at me quietly, the small crystal water droplets on the bangs fell drop by drop, and a few even landed on my clothes.

My cheeks burned, I stepped back and said, "What's the matter with you?"

"Why don't you want to sleep in that leather bed?"

"No reason."

"Lie. You hate my dad?"

I took a step back subconsciously: "You think too much!"

"Xiaoge, tell me honestly, what did my father do?" His eyes were calm, and his eyelashes could be clearly seen under the light.

I shook my head again and again: "I didn't do anything."

"Xiaoge, you're not fit to lie." He reached out and touched my face, stroking it very gently and slowly, "You moved house, you haven't contacted me for more than a year, your uncle passed away, and every time you mention my dad, you will Not quite right. What the hell happened, you say?"

I was stuck in my throat and couldn't say a word. What happened, do you want to tell him?

"Nothing happened!" I yelled at him, then ran into the bathroom, closed the door, and cried over the sink. I didn't dare to cry out, so I covered my mouth hard.

However, when I looked up and looked in the mirror, the cry could not be concealed.

Because of the water vapor, the mirror is blurred. In the lower right corner, there are two words written with fingers, Xiaoge.

It was written so carefully, just like that Mu Nanqiao who looked at me from a distance under the street lamps on a winter night.

I opened the bathroom door. He just stood outside looking at me, his eyes calm and sad. I hugged him and cried hysterically: "Mu Nanqiao... don't ask anything, okay?"