Chapter 47

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

"Just once in high school!"

Gong Shichen recalled the old festivals, and his voice became a lot more high-pitched, "In the past, when you were blocked in junior high school, you were too hateful. I put the teacher's phone number as a shortcut key. Whenever someone blocked me, I called the teacher. It really hits!"

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

"No!" Gong Shichen was enraged by him, "and that's not 'one and that', it's a recognized little beauty in the first year of high school, okay! I'm envious when I see her handing you a love letter!"

"Mmmmmm, beauties, beauties." Mu Qing responded with kindness, and after stroking the logic line again, he 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: "During high school, apart from studying and practicing the piano, didn't you give any attention to the people around you?"

Mu Qing thought for a while: "To be honest—"

"Okay, I know." Gong Shichen cut him off without waiting for him to finish, "I hope you can recall that I was too naive, don't guess, I'll tell you."

"First of all, I want to correct you. After the little beauty confessed to you in the first year of high school, you almost got blocked, not because her suitor was jealous of you, but because your rejection made them cry too directly, and other boys couldn't see it. I only wanted to beat you in the past, but then it was the little beauty who stopped you."

Mu Qing was not impressed 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 fun-loving behavior, and continued to tell the story of the past: "Zhang Ting's incident happened in the second year of high school. At that time, he was in a new class, and he sat in front of you and often wore a suit. He’s black, doesn’t like to talk, he walks against the wall, and he’s like a ghost when he meets him in the corridor at night. You said at the time that he would earn blood when he became an NPC in a haunted house—do you remember that?”

Mu Qing thought hard for a long time, and finally grabbed a fragment from the depths of his memory: "It seems to be a bit of an impression."

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

Mu Qing: "..."

He "hiss" and couldn't believe it: "Did I owe my mouth so much back then?"

"Yes." Gong Shichen gave him a ruthless conclusion, and continued, "Not only do you owe your mouth, but you also owe a lot of hands. At that time, someone put a love letter on the table for you, and you were busy picking up the piano score and handing it over. It was thrown on Zhang Ting's table. Later, Zhang Ting took the letter and asked you, but you said you didn't know, and asked him to deal with his own love letter.

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

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

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

His voice fell, and Gong Shichen, who had just made a generous statement, suddenly fell silent.

Mu Qing smiled clearly: "You didn't react at the time, right?"

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

"Why is it so complicated?" Mu Qing frowned, "You male high school students have had a really 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 table didn't sign or mention you, just simply expressed your liking, but Zhang Ting believed it to be true. You have a crush on him."

"I? Have a crush on him?" Mu Qing's expression was full of incredulity, "How can he be so confident—and write a confession letter without leaving a name or picture, is it a waste of paper?"

Gong Shichen was speechless: "Because you know that the signature has no effect, you don't care, but if others see it, you will be laughed at. It is better not to sign and keep a little face."

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

"What do you think?" Gong Shichen stabbed him, "later Zhang Ting told his brother about it, his brother is a year older than us, and after hearing about it, he mistakenly thought you wanted a gay brother, and called him several times. A high school senior blocked us. Later—"

What happened later, Mu Qing suddenly remembered.

A group of boys wearing the same school uniform as him scolded him on the way home, calling him "dead gay". The foul language and the maliciousness of the sky hit him and Gong Shichen, as if in the name of "human ethics", they can judge others at will.

Gong Shichen tugged at his sleeve behind him, whispered that he had already called the police, and told him to run back to the school to hide for a while, but Mu Qing looked at those people's contemptuous eyes, but suddenly didn't want to hide.

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

The setting sun in September dyed the tree-lined road under the setting sun red, and also dyed the clean and tidy school uniform on him.

When the siren sounded, Mu Qing walked 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.

Although there were only four or five people besieging them at that time, and the fight was not strong, but after all, there were many enemies. Although Mu Qing was knocked down, he was still scratched by the opponent with a not-so-slight scar on his hand. .

What happened after that was extremely logical: entering the hospital, notifying the parents, making compensation, and an apology—but not Mu Qing to them, but they to Mu Qing.

Although the scars were identified as the group of high school seniors who were heavier, they were in the first place, and all of them were subcutaneous injuries, and they only looked bruised and swollen on the outside. Compared to them, Mu Qing, who was tightly wrapped in his hands and lying in the hospital for an infusion, looked more serious.

The families of those few people were very angry at first, but firstly, they besieged them first, and secondly, Mu Qing's mother was very tough, and directly told the lawyer to come forward, and if she wanted to make trouble, she would go to court directly.

The stalemate reached the end, and 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 other than the teacher who smiled at him.

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 cared much about these things. Recalling the memory, Mu Qing thought of the look in Zhang Ting's eyes 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 Zhang Ting actually asked his brother to find someone to beat us. How can this be done by human beings? And you He was so badly injured—"

"It's all over." Mu Qing said lightly, "I just need to know who he is. Forget about these things from the past, there's no need to be so angry for a stranger."

Gong Shichen didn't want to give up, and nagged for a long time before hanging up at Mu Qing's urging.

The ear was quiet, and Mu Qing was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked down at his hand.

The fingers are slender and fair-skinned, but the pulp of the fingers has developed thin calluses because of holding the pen all the year round.

- Your hands are beautiful, like papa. When you grow up in the future, you will become a better pianist than your father!

The ardent words were like a seed full of hope, deeply rooted in his young heart and breaking out of the ground. But not every seed can grow up safely.