The difference between cloud and mud

In Xiao Fengtai's heart, Jiang Tong is almost like a cherished animal.He made great efforts to circle Jiang Tong within his reach, curious about Jiang Tong's distinctive coat color and habits, observed him with a self-righteous scientific attitude, and tested him.

Mrs. Zhao's words were deafening - it turned out that in the eyes of outsiders, he was not only observing the beast, but also wanted to eat him.

Can you eat?

Will it be delicious?

Xiao Fengtai quietly clenched his hands under the table, feeling a layer of sweat on his palms.

He could suddenly hear his own heartbeat clearly.

However, Mrs. Zhao interpreted his pensive appearance as the shyness of the youthful love period, and then another kind of worry arose.

"You're still young, don't pay too much attention to these things." She warned Xiao Fengtai: "Think about your mother."

Xiao Fengtai's eyes darkened: "I am different from her."

"What's the difference? It looks very similar to me." Mrs. Zhao waved her hand: "I know you don't like to hear it, but you have to listen to it if you don't like it. No one will say these things to you now except me, an annoying old lady." .”

There was a look of pain in her eyes, and the wrinkles between the eyebrows of this old celebrity suddenly became very deep and clear, making her look haggard and old at this age.

"I will never forget your mother's appearance."

"You think too much." Xiao Fengtai hugged the old man's thin body, and put his head on Mrs. Zhao's shoulder.If Jiang Tong was present at this moment, he would definitely suspect that he was hallucinating—the usually silent and indifferent young man would show such a docile and well-behaved expression.

"Didn't you keep urging me to learn Chinese well?" He smiled and said, "I was chatting with my teacher. I saw some words on the streets of England and wanted to ask him how to say them in Chinese."

"Grandma should praise me." He intentionally made an aggrieved look, and looked eagerly at Mrs. Zhao, with the intention of entertaining her relatives.

Mrs. Zhao stroked his cheeks, no matter how well maintained the old man's hands were, they were covered with mottled grooves like dead leaves.

so similar.She sighed inwardly.The curvature of the long eyebrows, the creases at the corners of the eyes when smiling, the color of the pupils, and the appearance of being extraordinarily frank and sincere when trying to cover up.It was as if a piece of the dead girl's soul was drawn by the blood and floated back to the world.

Those eyes, which were as lively as before, but at the last moment, became cloudy, empty, full of sadness and regret, like hiding behind the young and clear eyes, looking at her timidly, reminding her Mistakes ever made.

Mrs. Zhao rang the bell with a smile, and called the servant to serve Xiao Fengtai's favorite refreshments, bringing the topic back to the recent rehearsal of Nasdaq Index and Xiao Fengtai.Time is the sharpest blunt knife. She has no strength to show the violence and harshness she showed outside like decades ago, but she has a thousand times more patience and cruelty.

In a moment of resignation, she lost her daughter.The same mistake, she will not make a second time.Mrs. Zhao looked at her grandson's lively face with confidence.

This time, she will be careful, very careful.

Xiao Fengtai didn't know anything about his grandmother's calculations, but he couldn't extricate himself from the philosophical thinking about where he and Jiang Tong would go—as if he alone could really decide the future of two people.On the long-distance flight back to Singapore from England, he turned on his laptop to do his homework, and unconsciously lost his mind. When he woke up, he found that he had typed a string of Jiang Tong's names on the screen.

However, the more this is the case, the more calm and introverted he is in front of Jiang Tong, for fear of revealing the slightest flaw.On the contrary, Jiang Tong, who cherishes and loves talents openly in his heart, treats Xiao Fengtai just like an old farmer looks at the vegetable melons grown by himself, the more he looks at them, the more he likes them, and his attitude becomes more and more warm.

I just have pity on Xiao Fengtai, who was already undecided in his heart, and every time he made up his mind to stop thinking about it, and being cared by him with spring breeze and rain, that little bit of delusion would persistently drill out a small bud from the layers of confinement, and branch out. Loose leaves, vigorous growth.The boy's heart was tormented by the repeated expansion and contraction of heat and cold. In the eyes of others, he was extraordinarily cold and silent.

Xiao Fengtai's torment did not last long.On this day, the flute part played super-level, and the orchestra ended the rehearsal early.Xiao Fengtai and Jiang Tong originally made an appointment to meet at the cafe next to the university. On a whim, he directed the driver to park the car at the school gate, and walked slowly to the laboratory building of the Department of Biology to pick up Jiang Tong.

As the sun set, the irritating heat of the day faded away.Xiao Fengtai walked briskly in the evening wind, planning to talk about something with Jiang Tong when they met.I don't know how Jiang Tong's experiment is progressing?The last time he talked about immunotherapy, he hadn't had time to explain the principles of targeted drug therapy to himself.The conductor of the school orchestra recommended him to participate in the competition of the violin solo group of the International Youth Art Festival. If he invites Jiang Tong, will Jiang Tong come to see it?

Just don't invite him.Xiao Fengtai fell into a new round of troubles.If you meet in school, it is inevitable to say hello.He was seen by his friends, how should he explain it?

He thought wildly all the way, and unknowingly walked to the side of the laboratory building.Xiao Fengtai was about to pull out his mobile phone when he saw Jiang Tong coming out of the laboratory building.

Holding a delicate girl.

The girl looks to be about the same age as Xiao Fengtai, exactly the most youthful age.She hangs intimately on Jiang Tong's body, her rich and smooth long black hair swaying with her movements.Jiang Tong said something, which made her laugh out loud, revealing a mouthful of glutinous rice white teeth.

She was wearing a black tight-fitting little vest and a pair of short hot pants on her lower body. Her white arms, legs and most of her arms were exposed, and her curves were exquisite, causing passers-by to look back from time to time.

Her contagious smile made Jiang Tong laugh too.He reached out and patted the girl's head with gentle eyes.

The most indispensable thing on campus is the story of gifted scholars and beautiful ladies.The old-fashioned to the extreme, but there will never be no shortage of actors and audiences.

Xiao Fengtai's mind buzzed, and when he came back to his senses, he found himself standing in front of this couple.He straightened his spine, his eyes were piercing, and he felt that he was the incarnation of the God of Justice. He only hated that he didn't have a sword to kill Jiang Tong and his concubine in his soul.

Seeing outsiders, the girl withdrew her carefree and happy look, and just looked up and down at Xiao Fengtai with big black eyes blinking.Intentionally or not, she held Jiang Tong tighter.The more Xiao Fengtai looked at it, the angrier he became, he only hated that his eyes had no substance, that he couldn't make a hole through the overlapping arms of the two.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Tong asked him.When he spoke, he still let the girl casually carry her on his shoulders, and his attitude was very calm and relaxed.

"Why can't I come?" Xiao Fengtai asked hoarsely, his heart filled with salty and bitter sea water.

He insisted on raising the bar to cover up his external strength.Jiang Tong's question was plain, but hit the nail on the head - why did he stand in front of them?

A student who begs Jiang Tong to attend class?

Year-end friends who are not far or near?

Or the one who has a brain full of water and has the cheek to send money to Jiang Tong every month?

He no longer hesitated.But it made me feel twice as sad.It's been a long, long time since he had such a strong, clear desire that made his fingers tingle and his heart beat faster.And as soon as he saw this desire clearly, he ushered in its destruction.

"Come here, let's go together." Jiang Tong was very used to being contradicted by him, and said gently.He let go of the girl's arm and whispered a few words in her ear.The girl pursed her lips and smiled, then tightened her schoolbag and ran away bouncing around.

Jiang Tong stepped forward, Xiao Fengtai silently followed behind him.Even though he was walking on flat ground, he had the illusion that his feet were rising and falling, as if he was stepping on turbulent waves.

"Who is she?" He finally couldn't help asking.

Jiang Tong was taken aback: "Ah?"

"That girl just now?" Xiao Fengtai tried his best to pull out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Your new girlfriend?"

Jiang Tong's expression suddenly became indescribable.

"How could I find such a young girlfriend"

"This is my own sister," he said awkwardly. "Recently, the school organized an exchange event in Singapore. She lives in my house. I will show her the laboratory."