After I made a biography for my scumbag ex, I was on fire

Xiao Song?

This unfamiliar yet familiar title made Lu Yuan's already tense body and mind feel as if he had been pricked by a thorn.

He had never heard someone call Mu Song like that, but he had seen it on Mu Song's favorite pen, and he was very impressed.

So much so that when I heard it suddenly today, I could immediately recall the scene when I saw that pen for the first time.

It was a sapphire blue Montblanc fountain pen. When they first met, Mu Song often carried it with him, and it was obvious that he liked it very much.

Once, Lu Yuan accidentally borrowed it and found that there was a small zebra engraved on the barrel of this pen, which was a novelty at the time.

Pens, which can be used by anyone and have no taboos, can be regarded as common gifts, and Lu Yuan himself often gives them to others.

But usually they don't make it specially, unless it is given to a very close relationship, but at most a few words are engraved. There are really very few engraved patterns like this.

After all, the complexity of the process is not an order of magnitude.

Unexpectedly, Lu Yuan became interested, played with it carefully, and saw the three words on the hand: "To Xiaosong".

"Who sent this money?"

Lu Yuan is not very careful about love affairs, but it does not mean that he is low-sensitivity.

On the contrary, he was raised as the heir of the group since he was a child, and faced with hundreds of thousands of "important information" every day, he has long been equipped with a sensitive radar, and can quickly detect the things that are most worthy of his concern from a pile of mess.

Therefore, this pen naturally entered his circle of attention.

After all, such an intimate address, coupled with Mu Song's extremely cherished attitude, even if he didn't say anything, it still directly revealed the difficulty of this pen.

Sure enough, when he asked, a look of unnaturalness flashed across Mu Song's face, and he snatched the pen away.

"a friend."

Seeing Mu Song wanting to talk but still resting, the annoyance that Lu Yuan ignited at that time is still fresh in his memory.

But at that time, not long after they got together, Mu Song was clinging to him very much.

Lu Yuan is full of confidence, and he doesn't think that this person who can't wait to be with him for 24 hours will have any ambiguity.

In addition, he didn't want to let the little lover who rushed to sign the nurturing agreement with him think that he was jealous of him.

Therefore, I didn't find out what kind of friend he was, but just pretended to ask with interest.

"Aren't you a cow? What's the matter with engraving a horse? Or a zebra..."

He remembered that Mu Song glanced at him at that time, muttered "no culture" in a low voice, put the pen away carefully, and turned to do other things.

Being scolded by Mu Song for being uneducated, Lu Yuan naturally couldn't be calm, but that time, he miraculously endured that tone.

I don't know if it's because he refuses to admit defeat, or because of other reasons that he can't explain clearly. Compared with "cleaning up" Mu Song, Lu Yuan's mind is uncontrollably attracted by the zebra, and he urgently wants to To find out what the deep meaning of it will be.

I couldn't figure it out, so I searched online, and even asked a few close friends.

But this question was really too thoughtless, and he got all kinds of answers, but none of them entered his mind.

Besides, even if he thinks it is right, is it really right?

Only Mu Song knew the real answer, and Lu Yuan at that time didn't even bother to ask.

Growing up so big, Lu Yuan rarely encountered such ambiguity and didn't know the correct answer. For him who wanted to keep everything in his hands, it was a bit difficult to accept, so that he was upset for several days.

But at that time, he had just been in charge of a project independently and was eager to make some achievements to show his father. This unpleasant "little matter" was quickly forgotten.

It's just that every time I saw Mu Song using that pen again, I felt inexplicably unhappy, as if I wanted to destroy it so that Mu Song didn't dare to use it in front of him.

As the saying goes, out of sight, out of mind, Mu Song quietly kept the pen away from his sight, and Lu Yuan gradually forgot about it when he got busy.

It wasn't until more than two months ago that he clicked on Mu Song's writing column, and a zebra head appeared in front of him, and the memory of many years ago came back to his mind.

Although I don't remember whether the zebra on Mu Song's pen is exactly the same as this portrait, but it undoubtedly has the same meaning, and behind this meaning, there is a person named Mu Song "Xiao Song".

Lu Yuan stared at the smiling Teacher An, his nameless emotions surged up layer by layer, but he couldn't find an outlet to vent. He could only witness it with his own eyes. exchanged contact information.

"The senior is busy first, and I will contact you after school."

Mu Song looked around at the students who were waiting to ask An Heng a question, and gave up his seat in a timely manner.

After all, he is also a student, and he understands that it is urgent to use this short 15 minutes between classes to ask famous teachers to answer questions.

And An Heng, maintaining a gentle and friendly smile from beginning to end, nodded after listening to Mu Song's words.

"Well, come find me after school."

As he spoke, he turned around and faced the students who were lining up to ask questions.

Mu Song originally wanted to listen to other students' questions, because what they asked was probably his own doubts, and listening to them would always be rewarding.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from behind, grabbed his arm, and dragged him out of the crowd of three floors inside and three floors outside.

"You...what are you doing?"

Being dragged out of the classroom and pulled to a hidden corner aside, Mu Song looked at Lu Yuan who looked wrong, besides being angry, he was also a little nervous.

Because of his appearance of approaching a storm, Mu Song is too familiar.

This dog man, born on the day when Leo and Virgo are handover, really "perfectly" blends the characteristics of these two constellations——

Not only the lion's almost perverted desire to control, but also some Virgos' mental cleanliness, who can't rub a single grain of sand in their eyes.

Therefore, even in the past ten years, Lu Yuan has never said that he likes him, but he has often shown a strong possessive desire for him.

But at the moment, the look in his eyes that wanted to eat him was a sign that Lu Yuan was about to "go crazy" again.

"Who is he?"

Mu Song squinted his eyes, avoiding the burning sharpness in Lu Yuan's eyes, and lowered his head slightly, "It's none of your business..."

"I'll ask again, he, is, who?"

Lu Yuan asked, holding Mu Song's smooth chin with his empty hand, and forced Mu Song to look at him with unbreakable force.

Forced to face the fire in Lu Yuan's eyes and feel the force with which he squeezed his chin, Mu Song was startled, and suddenly burst out laughing.

The dog man... as expected, he hasn't changed at all!

In the past two or three months, I have pretended to be my grandson in front of me in a low voice, but in my bones, I am still the second generation ancestor who is the only one who respects me.

I am only allowed to betray others, not allowed to betray me... Those who dare to oppose him seem to never have good results.

But this time, Mu Song wanted to try to break ground on Tai Sui's head, and it's best to go all out and blow up this Tai Sui's anger and anger, and do something irreversible, so that they might be able to get it right.

So, no matter how cruel Lu Yuan's eyes were and how strong his hands were, Mu Song made up his mind and stared at Lu Yuan without giving in.

"I'll say it again fucking, who is he, no, off, you, of... oh!"

Before Mu Song could finish his sentence, he felt a sharp pain in his jaw. Immediately afterwards, his sight was blocked by a teleporting black shadow, and all his attention was crushed and gnawed on his lips. Strength sucked away.

"land……"

The arms and the entire upper body were tightly restrained by Lu Yuan, and his mouth was also gagged so that he could not speak. Mu Song was anxious and angry. Although he was dragged to a hidden corner, he was still worried that students who accidentally passed by would find him.

But Lu Yuan obviously didn't intend to let him go easily.

Opening his eyes, Mu Song was so angry that he looked at this dog man who became more and more passionate as he kissed, and even reacted somewhere in his body.

But with a sliver of reason remaining, thinking that the eldest son and grandson of the Lu Group were still shouldering the task of inheriting the family, he kicked Lu Yuan hard on the place where the calf was less fleshy.

"Fuck! What the hell are you..."

This time, Mu Song followed the target of kicking a broken bone, and used a lot of force. Lu Yuan was caught off guard by the blow, and finally couldn't stand it, and let go of Mu Song immediately.

As soon as he let go, Mu Song naturally didn't dare to delay any longer, and immediately rushed back to the classroom without saying a word, calming down while being nervous at the same time, wondering if that lunatic Lu Yuan would make a big fuss in the classroom in a fit of anger.

Fortunately, Lu Yuan didn't show up for the next class.

After a short period of tension, Mu Song was quickly attracted by An Heng's class, and the class ended before he knew it.

After packing up his things and seeing An Heng waiting for him on the podium, Mu Song had long forgotten the incident with Lu Yuan just now, so he walked up to An Heng with his bag on his back.

"I really didn't expect, Xiao Song, to see you here."

An Heng smiled all over his face, holding the textbook in one hand, and put his other hand on Mu Song's shoulder naturally, and walked out with his arms, just like when they were young.

"Yeah, when Liu Yun talked about you... hey, where's Liu Yun?"

Mu Song looked around, but did not see Liu Yun who said he would introduce him to a teacher.

"Oh, during the break just now, I told him that I knew you, and he left first."

"That's it... I went out just now, and I didn't have time to say hello to him."

"Well, I saw it, so I told him."

An Heng explained in a very light tone, as if he had no emotion at all, but Mu Song felt his back tighten when he heard it, not knowing what An Heng said "I saw", what he saw.

Thinking of what Lu Yuan did just now, and their "exchange of fire" in the dark, Mu Song couldn't help but his face burned, and he lowered his head slightly, not wanting An Heng to see anything strange.

And An Heng, just like when he was a teenager, is gentle and appropriate, never embarrassing, and he doesn't seem to have seen Mu Songming's shaky abnormal state.

"Are you hungry?"

"what?"

Mu Song was stopped by An Heng's nonsensical question, looked up, and saw that he was looking down at him with a warm smile between his brows and eyes.

"After two classes, I used up all the Yangchun noodles I ate in the afternoon, and my stomach is empty. Want to eat something, together?"

An Heng hugged Mu Song and shook it, causing Mu Song to be in a daze, thinking that he had traveled back to that unforgettable middle school time more than ten years ago.

At that time, every time he worked overtime to edit and revise the school magazine, and was busy at school until eight or nine o'clock, An Heng, as the editor-in-chief, would use his own money as an excuse to reward all the members from his own pocket.

Mu Song, who seldom participated in the social bureau, could hardly refuse such a heart-warming invitation, and every time he participated, he could feel An Heng's special care for him, a member of the misfit.

Always take the initiative to ask him what he wants to eat, help him move the food he likes to the front, and even pour water and pass tissues, etc., before he asks, he does it properly for him.

Of course, An Heng was not the only one who treated him like this. Under Mu Song's observation, he found that An Heng was very good to everyone, but because he was too reticent at that time, even if he had any needs, he would not speak easily. Heng Cai pays special attention to him.

But even so, Mu Song couldn't help being moved, and even had a vague sense of dependence on An Heng for a while.

But at that time, he was too young, and before he could figure out what kind of relationship his dependence was, it came to an abrupt end just because An Heng graduated and went to college.

These years have passed, and that vague feeling has been buried in an invisible corner of my heart, buried by the dust of time.

So much so that, without this sudden reunion, Mu Song would not be able to remember that in the distant green years, there was such a person who once warmed his messy time.

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The author has something to say:

Mu Song: What?Finally can't put it on anymore? / raised eyebrow

Lu Yuan: Pretending to be what?Husband, do I pretend?It's just that the wartime state has been activated. /cool

An Heng: Ouch, the wartime state is so weak?Kick it and get down?I haven't shot yet, you handed in the gun yourself, I'm sorry. /shy

Lu Yuan: ... let's see what makes you proud. /gritting teeth

Lu Yuan: You said you couldn't remember, but what happened to the prototype of Bai Yueguang in the novel? / tooth itching

Mu Song: Should I tell you?

Lu Yuan: Tell me about that bitch!Is your plot bug? !

Zhizhi: Probably... love deeply entered the subconscious, becoming an eternal ideal type! (I'm mad at you! Let you be no big or small~~~)

Lu Yuan: ………………… Shit!I don't believe it!It's your plot bug! ! ! / trembling with anger