Chi Guang

The rooster crowed three times, and Mu Shihai, who was still asleep, received a fatal call from someone.

"Hello? Are you awake?"

"...Xu! Chi! Chuan!" The eldest young master's wake-up breath from the womb of his mother was about to overturn the roof: "Pull out the eye shit to see the clock clearly! It's only seven o'clock! Seven o'clock!"

The voice on the other side suddenly became quieter: "If you come earlier, we can go out to play earlier."

"...Understood." Mu Shihai scratched his hair, lifted the quilt and got out of bed: "Wait, I'll be there in an hour."

Putting down the vase that had just been replaced with water, Shen Sijing looked at her son who hung up the phone and smiled: "Are you a new friend? I haven't heard you say it."

"I'm at the same table, a new transfer student this semester."

"What's it called? How old is it?"

"Mu Shihai, a little older than me, just turned 16."

Shen Sijing thought for a while: "Is it because you asked what gift would be better for a child before?"

"Yes, that's him, tall and handsome."

"Is my son handsome?"

"Better handsome than me," Xu Chichuan took away the dirty clothes from the bedroom last night and threw them into the washing machine. Xu Chichuan grinned and showed a row of big white teeth to his mother: "But not as cute as me."

After finishing speaking, he threw a bag of garbage downstairs like a wind, and when he came back, he plunged into the kitchen and smiled at Xu Youhua, who started to work early in the morning: "Dad, I'll take a piece of your Pu'er bubbles, Mu Shihai I like to drink tea." Before the man nodded, he backed out.

Xu Youhua felt that the knife in his hand was tight: ... cheating, cheating!

Outside the brown anti-theft door, the well-dressed and energetic young man had been face to face with the door for almost 5 minutes, quietly wiped off the wet sweat on his palms, counted silently to three, and finally rang the doorbell.

The door opened, and the first thing that greeted him was not the familiar little sun face, but a woman with a five-point charm like Xu Chichuan.

"Is Xiaochuan's classmate?" Shen Sijing smiled gently and kindly, and took out a pair of brand new slippers and put them in front of him: "Come in and sit down, Xiaochuan has been nagging all morning. Eh? Why did you bring something when you came here?"

"Thank you, Auntie." Mu Shihai bent down and handed the bag to the woman politely: "A little greeting, the white bag is for Xu Chichuan's chocolates and candies, and the leather bag contains a cake of Pu'er tea and a small silk scarf. For you and uncle."

"This child, why are you being so polite?" Shen Sijing said to Xi Jidui while reaching out to take the gift.Suppressing the joy and satisfaction in his heart, his liking for the handsome guy in front of him increased to a higher level: "Is his name Mu Shihai?"

"Yes."

"Which three words?"

"Quiet Mu, when the time comes, the sea where all the rivers return to the sea."

"Good name." I was about to say something, but suddenly there was a loud cry from behind, the door of the study was opened, Xu Chichuan rushed out and hugged the person sitting on the sofa, shaking and shaking: "ahhhhhh Come! Why didn't I hear the knock on the door!"

"Just arrived." Pulling out his tightly held hand, Mu Shihai sat upright, trying to ignore Shen Sijing's gaze: "You got up really early."

"Let's go, let's go," Xu Chichuan picked up the freshly brewed tea and dragged him to the study: "I'll show you something nice."

But Mu Shihai held him down: "Wait a minute, go say hello to uncle first."

"Dad!" Xu Chichuan opened the kitchen door and shouted, "My classmate is here!"

"Understood," in front of the cooking counter, a slightly fat middle-aged man with shirtless arms and a blue apron was sweating profusely cutting vegetables, and the yam pork rib soup simmering on the stove made a gurgling sound, Xu Youhua Without looking back, he waved his hands at the two of them: "Don't come in, the kitchen is full of oily smoke, be careful."

The aroma curls up like smoke and mist, which makes people lose their minds for a moment.

"Hello, Uncle." Mu Shihai lowered his head and leaned slightly: "My name is Mu Shihai."

"Go, go," the man waved his spoon, "Have fun, and I'll call you out after eating."

"Okay dad, let's withdraw!"

In the study room, Mu Shihai looked at the floor-to-ceiling bookcases that filled one wall and was at a loss for words: "You..."

Xu Chichuan was very satisfied with his expression: "How about it, do you still think I'm very knowledgeable now?"

"...Why are you so thick-skinned after not seeing him for a day?" Mu Shihai saw the non-existent tail flicking behind him: "Have you seen it?"

"No, some of them are what my mother wanted." Xu Chichuan took out the copybooks he wrote again, picked out the ones he was satisfied with and put them in front of him: "This is Song Huizong's thousand-character essay and "Summer Poems", this It is Liu Yong's "Raining Bells", this is Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice", this is Cangyang Gyatso's..."

Flipping through the pages of rice paper in Mu Shihai's hands, Zhang Zhang's handwriting is elegant and thin, sharp and sharp, and the pen is as proud as broken bamboo and broken jade. Every word can be seen for decades. write?"

"I used to know it, but I don't have it in the third year of junior high school. I only practice basic strokes."

The wooden shelf on the desk was covered tightly by glass, and a row of car models and Gundams were properly stored and protected by the owner. Xu Chichuan, like a very picky landlord, carefully took off the glass cover and held his favorite one. Gundam approached Mu Shihai: "Does it look good? I've been fighting for three days."

Last time Lu Miaoyi watched through the glass.

"It looks good." No boy can refuse Gundam, and Mu Shihai is no exception: "Can I touch it?"

He saw Xu Chichuan's wrinkled bun-folded face suddenly tangled up in pain. After struggling for a few seconds, he gritted his teeth, with a look of righteousness and heroism, Gao Da handed him in front of him: "Touch it!"

The weight in his hand suddenly became lighter, Mu Shihai took the model and put it back to its original position, then covered the glass cover again, stretched out his hand and pinched the dazed little fool: "I can't afford it if it's broken."

Button, the door rang.

Shen Sijing stood outside the door: "The meal is ready, come out to eat."