Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

Mu Qingyuan took him into a wonton shop.

"Two bowls of small wontons, one bowl spicy but without onions, one bowl non-spicy but with cilantro, one small preserved egg, and one braised beef."

Mu Qingyuan ordered the food in a familiar manner, then took out two bottles of soy milk from the insulated box beside him and handed one to Jian Zhinian. "You're saving money for me."

Mu Qingyuan's tone was less cold, which made Jian Zhinian feel like he was joking with him.

Jian Zhinian smiled and asked in confusion: "You are so familiar with this place, do you come here often?"

Mu Qingyuan fiddled with the disposable chopsticks in his hand and said, "When I'm in a bad mood, I'll come and see you."

Jian Zhinian opened his mouth and hesitated for a moment before speaking: "So, are you in a bad mood now too?"

Mu Qingyuan raised his eyes to look at Jian Zhinian, chuckled, and said, "You said you would come tonight."

Jian Zhinian was extremely embarrassed, but luckily at this moment the shop owner brought up two bowls of wontons.

People who do business here are generally very friendly.

"You two are alumni of F University. You are here to reminisce the old days, right?" The young daughter-in-law smiled beautifully.

Jian Zhinian nodded and replied, "Well, yes."

Mu Qingyuan looked at him but didn't expose him.

Jian Zhinian felt a little guilty. He lowered his head and drank a sip of soup, then his eyes lit up.

“It tastes just like the original.”

Mu Qingyuan responded indifferently and pushed the quail preserved egg towards Jian Zhinian.

Jian Zhinian then discovered that the characteristics of this shop were exactly the same as those of the original shop run by the middle-aged couple. He tried a small preserved egg and it tasted just like he remembered.

Seeing that he was full of doubts, Mu Qingyuan raised his chin and motioned him to look at the kitchen.

"They went back to take care of their grandchildren. This shop was opened by their son and daughter-in-law to pass on their craft."

"Oh."

Jian Zhinian thought to himself, why didn’t you tell him anything just now, making him feel very disappointed all the way.

Things and people have changed, just like him and Mu Qingyuan.

But, it can also be fulfilled in another way, right?

"If you like to eat, just eat it, don't think too much."

How could Mu Qingyuan not know what Jian Zhinian was thinking? This man took everything into consideration in front of him and almost said it out loud.

See through at a glance.

He couldn't bear to see him sad, so he brought him here to let him know that they had changed the place and the store, but it was passed down from father to son and the taste was still the same.

Putting aside his random thoughts, Jian Zhinian was so satisfied with the meal that his mouth was not even wet on the way back.

After returning home, Mu Qingyuan closed the door. As soon as he entered the living room, Jian Zhinian had just turned on the heater when someone hugged him.

A familiar kiss fell, and he closed his eyes and enjoyed the tenderness of the moment.

Mu Qingyuan is so gentle and beautiful tonight.

Jian Zhinian had no resistance at all.

With his breathing disordered, Mu Qingyuan loosened his grip a little and looked down at Jian Zhinian. His deep eyes concealed magma and his voice was hoarse.

"To take a bath!"

Jian Zhinian tilted his head back, his lips were moist, and the voice beside his ear tickled his nerves. He looked up at him, thinking he had misunderstood.

"Now?"

"Well, now." Mu Qingyuan answered seriously.

"Ah? ...Okay..."

Jian Zhinian blushed, as if he was shy and excited when he heard this man's secret invitation when he first fell in love.

"I'll go right away."

He looked away and ran into the bedroom in panic.

Mu Qingyuan chuckled. This person...

Jian Zhinian had just come out of the bathroom, and Mu Qingyuan had already finished taking a shower in the guest room. He held a hair dryer, asked Jian Zhinian to sit down, and blow-dried his hair.

Jian Zhinian has a slender neck, fair skin, and soft hair, which feels particularly comfortable running through his fingertips.

Mu Qingyuan put down the hair dryer at some point and pushed the person to the edge of the bed.

Jian Zhinian thought of the passiveness he had experienced the last two times, and while he still had some freedom, he bent over and took out a small square box from the bedside table, then turned around and handed it over: "I, I bought this..."

Mu Qingyuan's deep eyes darkened, he took it in his hand and asked, "When did you buy it?"

Jian Zhinian's ears turned red, "When we went to the supermarket."

“Not useful”

Mu Qingyuan threw the things directly into the trash can behind him. He was originally in the mood for foreplay, but now he had lost some patience.

Without caring about pity, he brought the person into the rain...

Jian Zhinian groaned and cried out in pain, "Be gentle, I bought it for you and you lost it. I'm not angry, but you are the one who is angry first."

Mu Qingyuan pinched Jian Zhinian's waist from behind, no longer controlling his strength, with a hint of punishment -

"Jian Zhinian, you have no heart!"

After hearing this, Jian Zhinian could hardly stand and his eyes felt sore. He had come so shamelessly close to her, why was he accused of being 'heartless'?

Mu Qingyuan saw Jian Zhinian's loss and sadness.

When he was so confused and infatuated, Mu Qingyuan wiped away the tears from Jian Zhinian's eyes with his rough fingers. He asked him, "Why are you crying?"

Jian Zhinian shook his head and said no.

"Don't want to?"

Jian Zhinian still shook his head and said no.

Mu Qingyuan asked knowingly: "Then why are you crying?"

Jian Zhinian's voice was hoarse, and he answered: "I feel sad."

Mu Qingyuan didn't let go, "It's okay to feel uncomfortable. If you feel uncomfortable, you can go back."

Jian Zhinian still shook his head, "No, I said I would pursue you."

He pressed his palm on Mu Qingyuan's heart and said, "I know, if I feel bad, you will feel bad too."

Mu Qingyuan didn't say anything. He just looked at Jian Zhinian deeply, and then pulled the two of them into the entanglement again, deliberately tormenting him.

Jian Zhinian could handle it at first, but later he couldn't help sobbing and begging for mercy.

Mu Qingyuan softened his heart and became gentler unconsciously, but the waves became even more violent, like a storm that did not stop.

Jian Zhinian panted, the teardrops at the corners of his eyes trembled constantly, and his voice broke: "Mu Qingyuan, how can I catch up with you?"

That night, Jian Zhinian was bullied badly but did not get an answer.

After carrying the person to clean, Mu Qingyuan sat at the head of the bed and stroked the red mole at the corner of Jian Zhinian's eye. He looked at the person sleeping on the bed and had no idea what to do.

Just stay.

I hope I won’t regret it in the future.

He walked to the balcony, leaned his elbows on the windowsill, lit a cigarette, and when the scarlet cigarette burned out, he dialed the phone number he hadn't dialed for a long time.

After the call was connected, there was silence at first.

No one spoke first.

Finally, the man on the other side sighed and asked with concern: "Qingyuan, it's so late, why haven't you slept yet?"

"I can't sleep, Dad, is Mom recovering well recently?"

"She's doing well. She took two steps today. The doctor said that in another two months, your mother might be able to walk freely." When talking about the person he liked, Mu Huisheng's voice on the other side sounded a little more excited.

Mu Qingyuan's expression softened a bit, and he said, "Take good care of mom."

"I will, and you take care of yourself too." Mu Huisheng reminded.

"Well, hung up."

"Goodbye."

Mu Qingyuan hung up the phone, looked out the window at the dark night, and lit another cigarette. He didn't smoke it, but just held it between his fingertips, burning quietly...