Chapter 28: I am going to take a nap, you are coming in spring.

"Mu Qiao."
Yuan Sufei could see the bleakness in his son's eyes. As he was sent back by the police, he was lifeless and screamed in the first step.
Xi Muqiao turned his head and looked at it. The black scorpion was like a pool of stagnant water. There was no trace of silence in the silence. The eyes seemed to be covered with a mist, deep and deep, and the pale lips were stretched and opened. It took a while to find his voice. Rout, "Mom, I am fine, I am a little tired, I will return to the room first."
All the words, at this moment, seem so pale and weak, Yuan Sufei looked at his son's shoulders, worried, fearing that he was again in a state of death like the fourteen years ago.
in the room.
A lonely figure slammed on the knees, took a paint-painted square wooden box from the bottom drawer of the desk, carefully opened it, had a photo in the box, and a crystal trophy full of sticky marks.
Xi Muqiao stared blankly, and the cigarettes at the fingertips burned, and the blue and white smog filled.
In the photo, a handsome man, a smiling boy, a man holding a boy in his arms, full of love.
The fingertips burned out, the remaining Mars burned to his fingers, and Simu Joe let go, the photo fell to the floor, and the cigarette in the other hand was poked on the man's face in the photo.
Xi Muqiao closed his eyes and slowly opened. The slender white scorpion took the crystal trophy, and the fingertips smashed the trophy base with two names: Xi Shi, Xi Muqiao.
Then, hold both ends of the trophy with both hands and use force. The trophy full of sticky marks was broken again, and the debris broke through his palms and slowly shed blood.
Xi Muqiao still clung to the debris in his hand, and the pain in his eyes made people feel worried. He is not afraid of injury, because the deepest wound is not in his hand, but in his heart.
"In the future, there is no relationship." Slightly spit out, Xi Muqiao seems to have lost the strength of the whole body in an instant, he sat motionless, like a lifeless puppet.
Fourteen years ago, he tore off all the photos of the seats and smashed all the things related to him, but in the end, he left a photo of the two.
The crystal trophy was also crying a little bit sticky after he broke. In the fourteen years, these two things kept his last expectation on the mat.
In the future, it will never be used again.
Xi Mucho slowly stood up and supported on the back of the chair. His heart was empty, and the blood of his palm was overflowing.
Suddenly, she began to miss the little bastard, missed the face of the smile in her memory, wanted to hear the sound of Zhang Yang’s crispness, and wanted to see the dark and agile apricots.
"Joe Mu." He whispered, swaying these words in his mind, floating around, over and over again.
The sight in front of him seems to have returned to fourteen years ago. He was alone under the cherry tree and cried. He met the six-year-old Qiao Mu, the instinctive heart rhythm, because she lived again.
But in a blink of an eye, the little girl disappeared again, like the evaporation of the human world. He searched hard but had no news, and the mood that had just improved was low.
Xi Muqiao's thin lips smacked a smile, a strong thought began to impact the brain, he wanted to see her, he wanted to see her immediately. As usual fourteen years ago, it is good to have her with her.
Jiangcheng University, Department of Mechanics and Structure.
The old professor who was carrying the beer belly stood on the podium and spoke on the stage. Under the stage, Qiao Mu and Qiu Ning headed up to talk.
"You really sold yourself to that man?"
Joe Mu nodded. "Well, yes."
"The man gave you five million?"
Qiao Mu is very calm, "ang."
Qiu Ning sounded up a few degrees at a time, "Cushing! Xiaoxiao, what kind of dog you have gone, you find a small puddle yourself, where is your value of five million?"
The students around me looked over here. Qiu Ning quickly sipped his head and bowed his eyes. He squinted and turned the pen to play Qiao Mu, and lowered his voice. "You really earned it, the man has money and strength, and looks, too. Type!"
The tree is silent, she doesn't know if this is a good thing for her, or a bad thing.
Qiu Ning has a gossip face, "Yes, Xiao Yan, why do he spend five million to buy you? What do you buy?"
Joe Mu sighed and covered his face with a blush, and said, "He...he said...the cold...the warm bed."
"Ah?" Qiu Ning instantly witnessed the dog staying. Is this a special hobby for the rich? "Then you are warm yet?"
"Warm! But it should be that he warms me," Qiao Mu excitedly red face. "You know that my house is very cold. He looks like a big stove. He sleeps warm and sleeps at night."
"I am going, Xiao Yan, you are coming in spring!" Qiu Ning exclaimed.
"Spring is a fart, he is the boss of the underworld!" Joe Mu added.
"What's special, Xiao Yan, are you stupid, take care of him, sleep him! Can sleep hard! Anyway, you have all slept, it is a pity to not sleep, right?"
Joe Mu blushes, his mouth twitching.
Nima, this teasing, is easy to say, but also sleeps hard, she is a good girl with a red seed, she can't do this kind of thing.
"Suddenly envy you." Qiu Ning licked his face, his eyes full of envy.
Qiao Mu is even more speechless. Is there any envy? She is not her own now, should she sympathize with her? Hey.
"I tell you, Xiao Yan, you have to take advantage of this opportunity and wait for the man to wait. Your future is bright and you will never be bullied by others."
"Why, who dares to bully me?" Qiao Mu asked.
"Creditor." Qiu Ning looked serious, and Xiao Yan was forced to the point where the debtor was forced. She could see it.
"I am still in debt." Qiao Mu said calmly.
"..."
The two were talking about each other, and a voice came cold and cold. "Qiu Ning, please come on stage to draw the power of this beam."
The old professor stood on the podium and his eyes penetrated the heavy glasses, sharp as a knife. Dare to open a gap in his class, find death!
Qiu Ning suddenly stood up and looked at the pattern on the blackboard called the pick-up beam. Nima, you don't say that I don't know how to call it, how do I know what it is!
"Can't you paint? Well, Joe Mu came to the stage to paint."
"Well!" Qiao Mu, who heard his name, stood up and walked up to the podium. Hey, "Teacher, I drew it!"
Qiao Mu dropped the chalk and patted the chalk on his hand. Under the eyes of the old professor and the admiration of the whole class, he stepped down and stepped back to his position.
Looking towards the standing Qiu Ning, the eyebrows are full of smug colors. "Oh, it’s so simple, it’s three seconds to get it."