Chapter 48 The villain

Although Zhang Ting's matter has been clarified, it has not left too many traces in Mu Qing's heart. After all, the past is really irrelevant, and the most important thing is always the person in front of you.

It's a pity that it's already June, and the final exam of Chaohai University is approaching. Mu Qing not only has to work out questions for the final exam together with various teachers, but also takes time to manage the class temporarily assigned to his name. The leisure time is getting more and more. few.

As for Yu Yifeng recently, he has to help his grandmother with the company's affairs, and Shenlong has no time to come to Mu Qing's office to harass him. .

So occasionally passing by in the corridor, the eyes looking at each other while smiling at each other are all precious.

Mu Qing has no emotion for this change in the frequency of getting along with each other. After all, relaxation is the long-term solution; but when he saw Zhang Ting waiting at the door of the teaching building after get off work on Friday, he suddenly began to regret, why did Yu Yifeng today Not at school anymore.

He took a step and subconsciously wanted to change the door, but Zhang Ting, who had been paying attention to the door, had caught his figure and blurted out his name: "Mu Qing!"

Mu Qing paused and sighed helplessly. When he turned around, he already had a polite smile on his face. The smile was perfunctory and polite: "Hello, I'm Mu Qing. May I ask who you are?"

Zhang Ting's footsteps stopped and he gave a wry smile: "You are still the same as before, you are not willing to give any extra attention to others." He stretched out his hand to Mu Qing, "I'm Zhang Ting, I was in the city last Saturday. You bumped me at the door of the restaurant near the art museum, do you still have any impression?"

Mu Qing really wanted to say that he had no impression, but after all, it was only less than a week later, so it was a bit false to insist that he didn't remember. He had no choice but to show a slightly stunned expression: "Ah, so you are that gentleman. If you come to the Foreign Languages ​​Institute to do business, the administrative department is already off work. Come back tomorrow."

The refusal in his words was very obvious, but Zhang Ting still stood in front of him as if he didn't understand: "I'm not here to do business, I'm here to find you."

"Me?" Although Mu Qing was vaguely guessing, he was somewhat surprised when he said it, "If I remember correctly, I was not familiar with Mr. Zhang before. Did you find the wrong person?"

"I'm not wrong." Zhang Ting stopped in front of him, "Although you can't remember some things for a while, I still remember them."

Zhang Ting said, took out a photo from his pocket and put it in front of Mu Qing: "This is the class photo we took when we graduated in the second semester of high school."

He didn't notice Mu Qing's perfunctory at all, and seriously pointed out the person in the photo to Mu Qing: "This is you, this is me. You were sitting in the middle of the fourth row, and I was sitting in front of you... .."

Mu Qing saw that he had no intention of stopping at all, glanced at the empty corridor, and suddenly felt a little fortunate.

Fortunately, it was getting late, and there was no self-study room in the dedicated teaching building for the outer courtyard. Otherwise, people coming and going would feel that the scene was a bit outrageous when they saw that they were being pointed at and recognized the photo.

"...So, I'm your classmate in the second year of high school." Zhang Ting put away the photo and looked at Mu Qing eagerly, "Do you remember?"

"Ah, I seem to have some impressions." Seeing that he came prepared, Mu Qing was not too hard to say that he didn't remember, so he had to continue to maintain a perfunctory smile.

Seeing him admit it, Zhang Ting suddenly showed some apprehension on his face. He put the photo back in his pocket, nervously clenched his fists and relaxed. After repeating several times, he mustered up his courage and said, "I-I came to apologize to you."

"Apologize?"

Mu Qing's mind flashed through the things Gong Shichen told him earlier, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart: This person won't drag him here to revisit the high school events, right?

Zhang Ting nodded: "Well, it was in my second year of high school. I have been holding it in my heart for a long time. At that time..."

"Student Zhang." Mu Qing did not intend to continue to spend time with him here, so he said directly, "I don't remember any conflicts with you before, so you don't need to apologize to me. If you feel really sorry, you don't want an explanation. , then I can tell you now, I forgive you."

He looked at Zhang Ting and smiled: "Let the past things pass, you don't have to be too concerned."

After Mu Qing finished speaking, he politely nodded towards Zhang Ting, bypassed him and walked down the steps of the teaching building. But the sound of footsteps that followed, clearly told Mu Qing that Zhang Ting was following.

"Is there anything else?" Mu Qing stopped and looked back at the people who were chasing after him.

Zhang Ting looked at him stubbornly: "I made a mistake in this matter back then, I have to explain it to you clearly."

It seems that I can't go without listening. Mu Qing felt a little helpless in his heart, sighed and said, "Okay, say it."

Zhang Ting took a deep breath and said, "In the second year of high school, someone put an anonymous love letter on your desk, and you just put it on my desk because you had to clean up. Because I heard others say that you put the letter."

With a trembling voice, he said, "It's because, I hope you gave it to me."

Young admiration has always been hazy, and the concealment of gender makes this emotion a bit more taboo.

He looked at the graceful handwriting on the letter, which obviously did not belong to Mu Qing, but he still deceived himself and made up the origin of the letter, pretending to be distressed, but in fact, with a somewhat obscure show off, he told the lie to his brother.

The elder brother's anger was beyond Zhang Ting's expectations, but he was silent and did not defend himself with a bit of secret self-pity.

Why do you make me care so much, but you don't have any impression of me? If you are really blocked by the students of the third year of high school, I will come forward to protect you at the right time, and you will be grateful to me.

So you can remember me.

Zhang Ting was complacent about this, thinking that he had calculated everything, but after school, the teacher suddenly called him to the office.

He didn't have the courage to say no to the teacher, so he could only listen anxiously while praying that his brother didn't act so quickly. When the difficult conversation was over, he immediately ran outside the school, but when he arrived, he only saw people lying on the ground, and Mu Qing standing in the crowd with blood dripping from his fingertips.

Afterwards, the development of things was beyond his control.

"So," Zhang Ting looked at Mu Qing with guilt in his eyes, "This matter all started because of me. I didn't have the courage at the time, so I want to formally apologize to you now. I'm sorry."

Mu Qing looked at the regret that was almost overflowing on his face, and suddenly wanted to laugh: "You told me this, the purpose is not to apologize."

He looked at Zhang Ting and said lightly, "You just forcibly share this uneasy memory with me."

Zhang Ting smiled bitterly: "What you said is right."

"It's all my fault, so it has tortured me for so many years, and I have missed you for so many years. At first I thought about you because of guilt, but after thinking about it for a long time, this relationship deteriorated and became— —”

"Zhang Ting." Mu Qing suddenly interrupted him, "Don't say anything that is inappropriate, otherwise it will not only fail to achieve your goal, but also cause a burden to others."

"I'm sorry." Zhang Ting smiled like a self-deprecating smile, "It's my wishful thinking."

Seeing that he was no longer entangled, Mu Qing nodded and was about to leave, but Zhang Ting stopped him again: "Mu Qing! Can I ask you one last question?"

"You ask."

Zhang Ting looked at his alienated face and said slowly: "At that time, you chatted with other classmates and said that I was the most stable boy in the class, and I would definitely attract girls in the future. If you were a girl, maybe you would also consider me; You also asked me with a smile if I had a crush on you and always asked you questions... Mu Qing, what were you thinking when you said these words?"

He took a deep breath: "Can I understand that - you once liked me a little bit at that time?"

Zhang Ting's eyes were fixed on Mu Qing, hoping to catch some clues about the past from his face, but Mu Qing's emotions did not fluctuate, and even smiled slightly when he touched his eyes.

"If my words and deeds in the past have troubled you, then I solemnly apologize to you now." Mu Qing looked at Zhang Ting and said, "But I mentioned you at that time only because the teacher told me that you were too introverted and hoped to let him I played with you, so I chose the simplest and most direct way when everyone was joking."

"So, you mentioned me at the time and smiled at me. It turned out, it turned out to be just—"

"Just a joke." Mu Qing looked at him and said lightly, "If you find it difficult to accept, or feel unwilling to be tricked, then you can treat me as a villain."

"Is that true?" It turned out that the sweetness and sourness that surged in his heart when he was a teenager has nothing to do with the bitterness that is surging now, and has nothing to do with others, but his own wishful thinking.

Zhang Ting looked at Mu Qing and wanted to squeeze a smile, but the corners of his lips could only draw a reluctant arc: "Mu Qing, you are not a villain, I am. It is my selfishness and cowardice that ruined your original appearance. good life."

He was sincere, but Mu Qing's expression was still indifferent: "Are you finished? After speaking, I have one last thing to tell you."

"Zhang Ting, I've never liked you. Not in the past, not now, and certainly not in the future. I said that, do you understand?"

The night wind blows through the trees in the campus, playing the summer evening prelude.

Mu Qing was walking in the brightly lit campus, but suddenly felt a little lonely. He took out his mobile phone like a ghost, hovered his finger on the screen for a moment, and dialed the familiar number for the first time.

The phone rang twice and was quickly connected.

A familiar voice came through the phone, with the usual thoughtfulness and tenderness: "What's wrong?"

Mu Qing was silent for a moment, and suddenly sighed softly: "Yu Yifeng."

"Um?"

"I......"

The person on the other end of the phone didn't urge him, so he whispered, "I miss you."