He is cold and distant

Bian Fanxu was on the side, listening to Lu Tanzhou's words, sweating secretly. It seems that this person really hasn't understood where the real crux of the problem is.

"Steward Mu will not get used to it." Mu Yuanzhu said with the usual tone and expression.

Bian Fanxu silently pawed at the rice on his plate, this sentence is definitely an excuse!

When Lu Tanzhou saw Mu Yuanzhu, he didn't seem to change his mind at all, and simply stopped lobbying, "Cousin, you are too emotional."

Mu Yuanzhu didn't say anything, he didn't deny Lu Tanzhou's words, once people have feelings, as time goes by, they will value more and more.

To him, Butler Mu has been taking care of him for many years, and to him, the young master is treating him coldly on the front and caring more behind the scenes.

No matter what the reason was, the young master treated him in this way, but when he was at a loss, he was the only one who pulled him and pushed him when he hesitated.

It was this person who made him see his own path step by step during his stumbling growth, no matter before or now, it has always been this person.

Therefore, the people who joined his life later seemed to weigh too little in comparison with the young master.

"Our class has physical education class in the afternoon, do you have it?" This topic was not feasible to talk about, so Lu Tanzhou simply changed it to another one.

"Yes, it's the first class." Bian Fanxu replied. For Lu Tanzhou, he would have to think about it later, how to do some tricks in the physical education class.

"What a coincidence?" Lu Tanzhou heard Bian Fanxu's words, with a little excitement in his tone, "Then I can still play with you."

Following this topic, several people continued to chat for a while. After lunch, they returned to their respective classrooms.

Bian Zimo and Lang Mingfeng walked a few minutes ahead of them and were sitting in their seats at this time.

"Mo, are you going to PE class?" Lang Mingfeng glanced at the schedule and talked with Bian Zimo.

"No." Bian Zimo replied without consideration. The original character didn't like intensive group activities. It just so happened that the two of them had something in common in this respect.

"Then I'll chat with you in the classroom." Lang Mingfeng continued, and Bian Zimo said.

"Brother, don't you have physical education class?" When Bian Fanxu walked back to his seat, he heard the conversation between Bian Zimo and Lang Mingfeng.

Mu Yuanzhu, who came back with Bian Fanxu, also heard the conversation, but he didn't express any opinions.

"Not interested." Bian Zimo didn't give Bian Fanxu any extra looks, but simply said three words.

Although he came to watch the excitement, he also refused any scenes that were too lively.

Bian Fanxu didn't ask any more, now that's the case, only one person will go out for activities, it seems that he can only make Mu Yuanzhu himself a little bit miserable.

The time for rest before class has passed, and the first physical education class arrives on time. The physical education committee is downstairs in the teaching building, gathering the students of the class, and checking the number of students at the same time.

There were three or five people left in the classroom, including a few who asked for sick leave, and two who didn't want to go.

"Mo, why do I have a..." Lang Mingfeng and Bian Zimo said while talking, "You feel very tolerant to your family members now?"

It was as if the two people who were supposed to be on opposite sides quietly reconciled without knowing when.

What made Lang Mingfeng even more concerned was that it seemed that Mo was getting farther and farther away from him, but he could only watch helplessly, unable to find a way to crack it.

There was no expression on Bian Zimo's face, he just raised his eyes to look out of the window and looked over from afar, "I've been restrained for so long, let them fly freely for a while."

He is not someone who manipulates others. Even in this novel world, every step seems to be surrounded by specific words, like a fate written in advance.

But he still believes that a person with self-will will get rid of the established scope of the moment. In this case, why should he choose to be a villain.

Although he did evil before, he also ate the evil results. The taste, when it enters the heart, is like the most tormenting poison. It makes you taste it bit by bit, and you feel shivering and painful.

Compared with clean killing with a knife, slow suicide is often a more painful way. If it is so bitter, so evil, and so painful, it has been scattered all over the ground in his previous life.

Then he sees others like him, will he be happy?

No, no one has experienced what he experienced before, and no matter how similar the process is in the future, no one will have the exact same feeling as him.

All kinds of shackles in the past are entangled in the broken body, not for the sake of revenge on others one day.

Instead, break free from the inside out, there is nothing that can bind you, so that you can completely transform.

Even though the process is painful, it is also unforgettable. Even if there is a fierce fire coming down the wind in the future, the people who have dried up their skin and blood will turn ashes into fire, from body to heart, and start over again.

"Mo..." Lang Mingfeng watched, Bian Zimo's thoughts drifted away, "Are you talking about them..."

"Why do I feel from your words that you are talking about a very similar shadow?" Lang Mingfeng seemed to have some emotion in his words.

"Everything has a corresponding shadow." Bian Zimo looked back at Lang Mingfeng, "Feng, have you found your shadow?"

"How could it be?" Lang Mingfeng smiled meaninglessly, and pointed at the long shadow of the plane that just passed by in the sky, "Mo, my direction is very clear."

"That's already decided." Bian Zimo knew that some people would have a road in their hearts that they had to take, "If you don't want to go, at least I won't blame you, Feng."

The more sober people are, the less the right to choose is in their own hands. In Bian Zimo's view, Lang Mingfeng belongs to this category of people.

"I understand." Lang Mingfeng shrugged slightly after being silent for a moment, "But Mo... I'm making a conscious choice."

He chose soberly, he has already planned the path, because his identity has long been unchangeable, since this is the case, then he will try his best to do what he can do.

"Just think it over." Bian Zimo said no more.

After a short meeting, the bell for the end of get out of class rang, and the students who had just gone to physical education class came back in twos and threes.

Mu Yuanzhu walked to the door of the classroom unscathed, but Bian Fanxu did not appear.

It wasn't until the end of the second class that Bian Fanxu walked slowly to his seat.

"How did you do it?" Bian Zimo watched, Bian Fanxu's legs and feet were bound up with bandages.

"When I was running, I didn't pay attention to the road." Bian Fanxu replied, but Bian Zimo regretted what he said.

When he was running in a group just now, he happened to be standing behind Mu Yuanzhu, so he wanted to make a trip secretly.

Who would have thought that Mu Yuanzhu was simply a rock, not tripping him, but tripping himself.

Now that it's done like this, the person who sells miserably has suddenly become him. He really feels a little failed.