meet on slag road

Mu Qing took the phone away in time when Gong Shichen uttered the first cry, avoiding the tragedy of being poured into his ears by the magic voice.After Gong Shichen finished yelling, he took the phone back again: "It's not once or twice that we were blocked, which time are you talking about?"

"Just that time in high school!"

Gong Shichen recalled the old holidays, and his voice became a lot higher, "Before when I was blocked in junior high school, it was because you were too hated. I always put the teacher's phone number on the shortcut key. Whenever someone blocked me, I called the teacher. When did you get blocked? Really fought!"

Mu Qing pondered for a moment, and vaguely remembered: "Oh——you said that time in the first year of high school? Wasn't it because I was confessed by someone, and the person who had a crush on her became angry?"

"No!" Gong Shichen was so annoyed by him, "And it's not 'someone', it's a little beauty recognized by the first year of high school, okay! I'm envious when I see her handing you a love letter!"

"Yeah, beauty, beauty." Mu Qing complied kindly, and then went through the logical line again, and came to a conclusion, "So, it was Zhang Ting who had a crush on her, and she confessed to me, and then that Zhang Ting found someone blocked us?"

Gong Shichen:......

He sighed, and asked from the bottom of his heart: "Did you not give any attention to the people around you when you were in high school except for studying and practicing the piano?"

Mu Qing thought for a while: "Frankly speaking——"

"Okay, I got it." Gong Shichen cut off his words without waiting for him to finish, "It's naive of me to expect you to remember, don't guess, let me tell the story."

"First of all, I want to correct you. After the little girl confessed to you in the first year of high school, you were almost blocked. It wasn't because her suitor was jealous of you, but because you refused so directly that she made her cry. Other boys couldn't see it. It was only in the past that I wanted to beat you up, but that little beauty stopped you later."

Mu Qing had no impression of these at all, and commented as if listening to a story: "Then this little beauty is a good person."

Gong Shichen didn't even bother to complain about his behavior as a fun person, and continued to tell the story of the past: "This incident with Zhang Ting happened in the second year of high school. At that time, he was in a new class. He sat in front of you and often wore a suit. Hei, he doesn’t like to talk, he walks against the wall, and it’s like a ghost to meet him in the corridor at night, and you said at the time that he would definitely earn blood by going to a haunted house as an NPC—you always remember that?”

Mu Qing tried hard to think for a long time, and finally grabbed some fragments from the depths of his memory: "It seems to have some impression."

"It's good to have an impression." Gong Shichen continued, "Zhang Ting is a top student, but he is not good at math. He often asks you questions. You told him twice that he thought he was slow to respond, so you deliberately told him, 'You Why do you always ask me questions, do you have a crush on me', making people dare not look at you anymore."

Mu Qing: "..."

He hissed, and said in disbelief, "Did I be so short back then?"

"Yes." Gong Shichen ruthlessly concluded him, and continued, "You owe not only your mouth, but also your hands. At that time, someone put a love letter on your desk. Throw it on Zhang Ting's desk. Later Zhang Ting asked you with a letter, but you still said you didn't know, and asked him to deal with his own love letter. It's not a math problem and you can't copy homework."

Mu Qing was silent for a moment: "Tell me, is there a possibility - when he asked me, I didn't remember that I threw the love letter?"

"Do you still need to ask? You are!" Gong Shichen pointed at him through the phone unceremoniously, "If you pay more attention, you won't let that kid Zhang Ting catch you."

Mu Qing thought for a while, then suddenly asked: "You remember so clearly, and you were still sitting next to me, why didn't you remind me to explain?"

After his words fell, Gong Shichen, who had just made an impassioned statement, suddenly fell silent strangely.

Mu Qing smiled clearly: "You didn't realize it at the time, did you?"

Gong Shichen sighed: "I was in a hurry to eat just after class, and I didn't hear what he asked. I only realized these things later when Zhang Ting came to me alone."

"Why is it so complicated?" Mu Qing frowned, "You male high school students really live a very rich life."

"You were also a male high school student at the time, and these things are all because of you, don't try to separate yourself here."

Gong Shichen sneered, "The letter you threw on Zhang Ting's desk didn't sign or mention you, it was just a simple expression of liking, but Zhang Ting believed it was true, after asking around, he knew it was the letter you threw, so he thought It's you who have a crush on him."

"Me? I have a crush on him?" Mu Qing's expression was full of disbelief, "How can he be so confident—and write a confession letter without leaving a name, trying to waste paper?"

Gong Shichen was speechless: "Because you know that there is no result if you sign it, and you don't care about it, but if other people see it, you will be laughed at instead. It's better not to sign it and save a little face."

Listening to his words, Mu Qing once again doubted her high school career: "Did I really go too far?"

"What do you think?" Gong Shichen stabbed him with words, "Later Zhang Ting told his brother about it. His brother was a year older than us. After hearing about it, he mistakenly thought that you wanted to be a gay brother, and called him several times. A high school senior blocked us after school. Then—"

Mu Qing suddenly remembered what happened later.

A group of boys wearing the same school uniform as him cursed and blocked the way home, calling him a "dead gay".The obscenities and foul language hit him and Gong Shichen with a lot of malice, as if in the name of "human ethics and morality", they could judge others at will.

Gong Shichen tugged at his sleeve from behind, whispered that he was already calling the police, and told him to run back to school and hide for a while, but Mu Qing suddenly didn't want to hide when he saw the contemptuous eyes of those people.

So Mu Qing threw down the schoolbag and threw it into Gong Shichen's hands, moved his wrist, picked up the solid iron bar that fell off from the old-fashioned guardrail on the ground, and hooked his hands at the group of people.

The setting sun in September dyed the boulevard under the setting sun red, and it also dyed his clean and tidy school uniform red.

When the siren sounded, Mu Qing came out from the crowd that fell to the ground, threw down the bent iron bar, and smiled at Gong Shichen: "This matter has nothing to do with you, wait a minute Do not talk."

Gong Shichen looked at the blood dripping from his hands, and suddenly squatted down with his schoolbag in his arms, crying loudly.

At that time, although there were only four or five people besieging them, and the fights were not too strong, but after all, there were more than one enemy. Although Mu Qing fell down, the opponent still got a not-so-shallow scar on his hand .

What happened later was extremely logical: going to the hospital, notifying the parents, paying compensation, and apologizing—but it wasn't Mu Qing to them, but they to Mu Qing.

Although the scars were appraised more by the group of seniors, they made mistakes first, and all of them were subcutaneous injuries, and they only looked bruised and swollen on the outside.Compared with them, Mu Qing, who was lying in the hospital on an infusion with his hands tightly wrapped, looked more serious.

The families of those people were very angry at first, but firstly, they beat up one more and surrounded them first, and secondly, Mu Qing's mother was very tough, directly asked the lawyer to come forward, and if they wanted to make trouble, they would go to court directly.

At the end of the stalemate, the school could only record a violation of discipline, and finally let it go.

On the surface, it seemed that Mu Qing had the upper hand, but since then, in school, he has never seen anyone who smiled at him except the teacher.

In the eyes of peers at that time, a person who was beaten because he liked the same sex seemed to really keep a distance.

However, Mu Qing never paid much attention to these things.Memories came back, and Mu Qing thought of the way Zhang Ting looked at him today, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Gong Shichen on the other end of the phone didn't know it, and was still filled with righteous indignation: "Obviously I explained it to him first, but this kid Zhang Ting actually asked his brother to find someone to beat us. How can this be done by humans? And you He was so badly injured—”

"It's all in the past." Mu Qing said calmly, "I just need to know who he is, forget about these past things, there's no need to be so angry about a stranger."

Gong Shichen refused to give up, and nagged for a long time before hanging up the phone under Mu Qing's urging.

The ears became quiet, and Mu Qing was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked down at his hands.

His fingers were long and slender, and his complexion was fair, but the pads of his fingers had grown thin calluses from holding a pen all year round.

——Your hands are beautiful, just like your father.When you grow up in the future, you must become a better pianist than your father!

The earnest words were like a seed full of hope, which took root deeply in his young heart and broke through the ground.But not every seed can grow up safe and sound.