Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

When they reached the halfway point of Dongyu Mountain, Jian Zhinian, who had been in the laboratory for many years and was not familiar with exercise, was already leaning on his knees with his hands, his face flushed and panting. He turned around.

Mu Qingyuan was standing three steps below him, with his down jacket and scarf hanging on his arms. His breathing was not disordered at all, but his brows were frowned from beginning to end.

Jian Zhinian noticed that his lips looked a little pale, so he reached into his pocket to find him a bottle of water, and then said awkwardly, "I have some water in my pocket, would you like a sip?"

Mu Qingyuan raised his hand, found the water in Jian Zhinian's pocket, unscrewed it and took two sips.

Jian Zhinian stretched out his hand: "I'm thirsty too."

Mu Qingyuan went to look in his pocket again. Jian Zhinian walked down two steps and took the water from Mu Qingyuan's hand. "Don't look for it. It's here."

He tilted his head back and took two sips, perhaps drinking too hastily because he was rushing to get the drink.

"Cough cough...cough cough cough..."

Mu Qingyuan stepped onto a step and patted him on the back: "Why are you in such a hurry? I'm not competing with you. You're a grown man."

Jian Zhinian bent over and finally recovered. He held Mu Qingyuan's arm, his eyes red.

"I don't know. You used to coax me to drink, but now maybe you won't let me grab it."

Mu Qingyuan looked up at the stairs above his head, clenched his hands under his scarf, and took a step forward: "Let's go."

Dongyu Mountain is not high, and the two of them reached the summit in an hour and a half.

Jian Zhinian found an open place and sat on the ground. He supported his hands behind his back and turned around to see Mu Qingyuan standing behind him, as tall as a pine tree.

He patted the grass beside him and invited, "Aren't you tired after climbing all the way up the mountain? Come and sit."

Mu Qingyuan took two steps forward, frowned, and did not sit down.

Jian Zhinian had no choice but to stand up and stand side by side with Mu Qingyuan, following Mu Qingyuan's line of sight and looking at the prosperity of the entire S city.

"Qingyuan, you don't pay much attention to me outside."

Mu Qingyuan tilted his head and said, "No."

Jian Zhinian was not angry, he just said: "When you were pursuing me, did you feel disappointed sometimes? Did you also feel that I always ignored you?"

Mu Qingyuan looked into the distance, as if the clouds in the distance could travel through time. He saw his former younger self smiling brightly around the young man.

Every day of the Chase Jian Zhinian is different.

Every day brings new excitement and gains.

How could I feel lost?

Mu Qingyuan shook his head.

Jian Zhinian seemed to be encouraged and said, "Then I still need to work harder. Qingyuan, did I catch you today?"

The wind was strong on the top of the mountain, so Mu Qingyuan put the down jacket back on Jian Zhinian and wrapped the scarf around him carefully.

"I don't need you to chase me."

His voice was not loud and soon dissipated in the wind.

Jian Zhinian didn't hear clearly, so he squinted his eyes and asked again: "Ah? Say it again."

Mu Qingyuan covered his mouth and coughed a few times, then said, "It's windy on the mountain, let's go down."

Jian Zhinian looked at the time and did not object.

But at the moment when Mu Qingyuan wanted to turn around, she threw herself into his arms and hugged his waist tightly.

Mu Qingyuan lowered his eyes, with a gentle expression where Jian Zhinian couldn't see.

The person in his arms didn't let go for a long time. He said, "Qingyuan, I'm sorry about your mother. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. If I hadn't gone there, your mother wouldn't have had the car accident."

When the two were closest to each other, Jian Zhinian expressed his apologies from the bottom of his heart.

"For the rest of my life, I am willing to do everything I can to make up for it. You can hate me for this, but please don't push me away, okay?"

He knew it was shameless for him to say that, but he really didn't want Mu Qingyuan to leave him because of this.

If there hadn't been that misunderstanding, they could have gone all the way to the end and become a family...

The wind on the top of the mountain was bone-chillingly cold, but the person in his arms was as warm as ever. Mu Qingyuan blinked his eyes, and the events of the past flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern -

"Mom, give me back my phone. Let's wait a little longer. He must have been delayed by something. Can we wait a little longer?"

"What are you waiting for? He's a resident teacher, what could possibly delay him? He's only 24 years old, and will soon be an associate professor, with a bright future ahead of him. He's just playing around with you. Do you know how many people in this world just play around like that?"

Just like Mu Huisheng back then! A rich second generation with no shortage of money, a relationship is just for fun!

"Mom, please, don't say that anymore."

"Okay, I won't tell you! You won't cry until you see the coffin, right? I'll wait here with you!"

At 2:30 in the afternoon, the mother and son did not wait for Jian Zhinian, but waited for Jian Zhinian's father, Jian Zhongxing.

The love letter he wrote to Jian Zhinian at the time, full of youthful passion, the privacy and taboos unique to lovers, was made public, which was like torture to death nakedly.

Jian Zhongxing's words were harsh and sharp: "My son is a young genius, a bookworm who only has eyes for sage books. How could he like such a playboy? He must have seduced my son!"

"Look at what's written here. I am so ashamed to read this at my age. How can someone have such thoughts and keep pestering me? My son is the victim."

After all that happened, he was taken out of the Academic Affairs Office by his mother and walked on the street. His mother was suppressing her anger and was on the verge of collapse.

But he didn't notice all this, he was just immersed in the bitterness of being abandoned. He stiffened his neck, reached for his cell phone, and said he was going to look for Jian Zhinian.

The road was full of traffic, and his mother pulled him, scolding him, "Come home with me! How long are you going to be crazy?"

He raised his hands in resistance and pushed his mother away. Before he could even yell, the sound of brakes pierced his eardrums.

Everything happened so fast that by the time he came to his senses, the big mistake had already been made...

A person’s fortune or misfortune changes overnight, just like the weather on the top of a mountain, which is unpredictable.

The wind was blowing and the clouds were moving. The sky was clear one second and heavy rain was pouring the next.

Raindrops passed by the corners of his eyes. Mu Qingyuan closed his eyes, the past faded away, and all he saw was wind and rain.

"Qingyuan, it's raining. Let's go over there to take shelter."

At some point, Jian Zhinian took off his coat again, used it to block the two men's heads, and urged him to take shelter from the rain.

Unexpectedly, just as he took a step, his feet paused. He bent down, covered his knees, groaned, and his face turned pale.

Jian Zhinian leaned over and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"

Mu Qingyuan lifted the man up with his arms and said, "It's okay. Your feet are numb from standing for so long. Let's go first."

Taking another step, the two ran into a small cave.

There were already quite a few climbers taking shelter from the rain in the cave. They only occupied a corner. Mu Qingyuan blocked them inside, took off his coat, and put it on Jian Zhinian.

Jian Zhinian resisted instinctively: "I have clothes. My coat is waterproof. This little bit of rain didn't seep in."

Mu Qingyuan didn't say anything. He just zipped up Jian Zhinian's coat and said, "Be good and listen to me!"

Jian Zhinian's eyes reddened. This person always made him obey.

"What about you?"

"I'm not cold."

He didn't believe it! He quickly handed him the coat in his hand, "If you don't mind, wear mine?"

Helplessly, Mu Qingyuan half-put on Jian Zhinian's down jacket.

Jian Zhinian took off the scarf from his neck again and wrapped it around Mu Qingyuan's neck.

Each other's body temperature warmed each other.