Her nasal sound was heavier than before, and Qu Mozhen guessed that she was crying, and couldn't help feeling a little pity. It took so long to be safe before she dared to cry.

It was dark, and the street lights on the street were on. The lights of the surrounding shops and buildings mixed with the flashing car lights on the road started Yanjing’s night.

Along the way, Lin Qinghan carefully pointed the way and was carried by Qu Mozhang through the street. Several times she wanted Qu Mozhang to put her down and go home, but Qu Mozang always said that her home was also in this direction, so she was not in a hurry.

Qu Mozhang didn't lie to her, her family was indeed in this direction, and waited until Lin Qinghan pulled her clothes and whispered, "I'm here, really." Qu Mozang stopped.

She was separated from Lin Qinghan's house by one street, which happened to be in two directions of Weiyi Road, but Lin Qinghan lived in a very dilapidated area in Yanjing. Qu Mozhang glanced over and saw all the old houses with shadows and shadows, which should be the old house area that was about to be demolished. There are many collected waste products piled under a dim and shabby street lamp, and the environment is a bit bad.

She stopped the car and watched Lin Qinghan stiffly get down from the back seat, and then lowered her head and pinched the corner of her clothes to not look at her.

Qu Mozhang raised his head and glanced at the narrow and dim alley behind her, and said, "Shall I take you home?"

Lin Qinghan hurriedly raised her head and shook it violently. Then, thinking of something, he whispered: "My house is on the second floor, and the clothes... I'll give you back the clothes, thank you."

While she was talking, she was about to take off her school uniform, but was stopped by Qu Mozhen: "You wear it, your clothes are messy, and you will scare your parents when you go back."

Lin Qinghan was stunned, seeming to be persuaded, stopped his movements and looked at Qu Mozhan with some hesitation.

Qu Mozhang was not in a hurry. He stood under the street lamp and looked at this restrained and cowardly girl. Finally, the other party mustered up the courage and said vaguely: "Is your house really not far from here? It's dark... Will you go back? …Insecure.” She stammered. Under the dim light, she had been looking at Qu Moqi, her eyes half-hidden by her hair were obviously worried.

Qu Mozang felt soft, but she was a little angry at Lin Qinghan at first. She was too timid and weak to be bullied. But she is no longer a child, and after careful consideration, she understands that such a personality must be affected by the environment, and not everyone has a strong enough heart to endure and change.

In this kind of situation, she can still draw her mind to care about others, and she is also a sensible and considerate child in her heart. Not only was she more puzzled in her heart, is this girl with the same name as that person really alone?

Suppressing these doubts in her heart, she looked at the a little embarrassed, poor and cute little girl, and couldn't help but want to tease her. Qu Mozang frowned slightly and looked back at the road behind him, then calmly said: "It's a little far away, are you worried about me?"

There was a blush on Lin Qinghan's face hidden under the dim light. Before she could say anything, Qu Mozang came over again: "If you are worried, you can also send me back."

"Huh?" She raised her head and was stunned. After reacting, she nodded hurriedly, then blushed and walked towards Qu Mozang a little hurriedly.

Qu Mozhan couldn't help but smile, and the arc of laughter at the corner of his mouth was fleeting. Even with a faint expression soon, she still rubbed her hair like a child: "Fuck you, my house is a street away from here, and it will be here in ten minutes. Go back first. Body. We still need to deal with the injuries, especially the arms, so that they don’t get infected."

Lin Qinghan rubbed her head and stared at her blankly with her eyes open, until Qu Moqiu urged her to go back, she hesitated and walked into the alley with her mouth closed.

Qu Mozhan watched her thin figure disappear into the darkness, and stood for a while before riding her bicycle and rushing home.

When she got on the car, a thin shadow walked out of the alley, stared at her back for a long time, and then disappeared again. Lin Qinghan walked into the corridor and took out the key. She stood at the door and listened, making sure that no one inside quickly opened the door. Mother hasn't come back yet, she has to tidy up herself quickly, if she sees what she looks like now, she will definitely be worried and sad.

Qu Mozang's school uniform was taken off by her. The clean school uniform had a faint smell of washing powder and a refreshing scent. She smelled it right after sitting on the bicycle. It was the smell of Qu Mozang's body.

She sat on some small iron beds, thinking about everything she had encountered today. This was the most desperate day she had ever experienced, and it was also the day she was most grateful and lucky.

That is to say, on this day, the wind blowing on the bicycle and the temperature on the palm of his hand were deeply embedded in Lin Qinghan's heart, and he couldn't erase it from then on.

On the other side, Qu Mozhan suddenly thought of something while riding the bike, so he quickly took out his phone and took a look. At school, her mobile phone was muted all the time, but she slid away and found several missed calls, which made her feel a little choked. Her rebirth has left her in a mess, and she was even more dizzy when she encountered such an infuriating incident, forgetting that she is not an adult now, and if she hasn't returned home so late, someone must be anxious.

After dialing the phone back, someone on the other side hurriedly answered the phone: "Small, where are you? Why haven't you gotten home? The phone can't get through, making Aunt Huang anxious to death!"

An anxious and worried voice hurriedly came over there, which made Qu Mozhang feel a little guilty after he was in a daze. This was Aunt Huang, whom his parents had invited to take care of her. Aunt Huang has a hard life, her husband died young, and a daughter died in an accident. She has been to her house to take care of her since she was in junior high school. In my memory, Aunt Huang treated her very well. When she was in junior high school, she always looked after her like her own daughter at her home. It's just... thinking of what happened to the Aunt Huang in her memory, she felt painful and fortunate, and the things that made her guilty and regretful for so long could be avoided.

With guilt in her voice, she quickly said: "Aunt Huang, I'm sorry, don't worry, I'm almost home. Classmates encountered something, I helped, and forgot to tell you, which made you worried."

The anxious voice of the woman on the phone finally eased, and she let out a long sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good. I was so anxious to call your parents, but they are too busy...Ah, you should be hungry. Come on, Aunt Huang made your favorite sweet and sour fish, as well as sweet and sour pork, you hurry back to eat."

She stopped the conversation suddenly and changed the subject, making Qu Mo stunned, and then realized that her relationship with her parents was not very good when she was in junior high school. Children at this age are sensitive and fragile, wanting to be independent and let their parents treat themselves as adults, but on the other hand, they hope to get enough attention and love from their parents, but these Qu Mozhan has never been obtained.

She replied in a low voice, her voice softer, and chuckled softly: "Thank you Auntie Huang, I will be here soon. Wait for me."

When she got home, Aunt Huang's figure came into view. She stood under the street lamp and looked at the door. When she saw Qu Mo Zang, she quickly walked over: "Xiao Zang, finally came back. You are hungry. Wash your hands quickly. For dinner, Aunt Huang will set up the car for you."

Qu Mozhen hurriedly stopped her, and the familiar and kind people in her memory appeared in front of her alive, making her eyes a little sore. She endured, gently pushed her away, and said a little coquettishly: "Aunt Huang, I'm starving to death, and you must be hungry too. I'll go to the parking lot, and you'll have the meal."

She said that she was pushing the car into the backyard, and when she entered the restaurant, three dishes and one soup were already on the table. The two people didn’t eat much, but Aunt Huang always said that she had a lot of school work, and she was long again in the third grade. When you are physically fit, you have to take care of yourself, so you always do a lot of tricks.

Halfway through the meal, her mobile phone buzzed and vibrated, she looked at the caller ID, her expression condensed, and closed her eyes before pressing the phone.

"Mo Zang, what's the matter, why didn't you go back so late today, and made your Aunt Huang anxiously to death. It's the third year of the junior high school, so you should be sensible. If you can't come back in time, you have to say hello in advance." Qu Sheng had some voice Tired, but also with anger, did not give Qu Mozhan a chance to speak.

She just listened quietly and did not speak. After speaking over there, she was silent for a while, and then added a little stiffly: "Have you been home? Have you eaten?"

Qu Mozhan couldn't tell what it felt like. As she was back then, she would hang up when Qu Sheng hadn't finished speaking. She seldom got tempered and didn't lose her temper, but she always liked to resist with silence.

"I'm back, having dinner with Aunt Huang. Something happened to my classmate tonight. I took her home and forgot to contact Aunt Huang, and the phone was muted." She said calmly, and the man over there was silent after listening. Up.

Afterwards, he seemed to be a little cramped, and his voice was much lower: "Remember next time, my dad was in a meeting just now, and he didn't call you the first time. It's fine. Let's go eat."

"Ok."

Qu Sheng on the other end of the phone was surprised by his daughter's reaction today. When he was about to hang up, he couldn't help adding: "Your mother and I will go back soon. You have to be obedient."

Qu Mozang's mouth hooked, and he hummed softly.

Aunt Huang didn't eat, she kept looking at her intently. Seeing that she put down her phone, she was not as depressed and depressed as usual. She also laughed: "Your father didn't blame you, right?"

Seeing Qu Mozhang smiled, Aunt Huang hesitated and said: "Your parents are just too busy to express their feelings. It's not that they don't care about you."

Qu Mozhang nodded: "I know, Aunt Huang, let's eat."

Aunt Huang didn't say anything, after all, today's calm call is a huge improvement. She didn't quite understand why parents who care about their children never spoke, and always talked to a little girl in a reprimanding tone.

After dinner, Qu Mozhen was ready to take a bath. She took her clothes and looked at herself in the mirror. At this moment, she calmly looked at the person in the mirror, her eyes were still the same as that of the 28-year-old, but the youthful face in the green looked innocent and harmless. He looks cute, but belongs to the 15-year-old Qu Mozhang.

She was calm enough today, but this calm was suppressed by a series of things. Turning on the shower head, she closed her eyes and let the cool water drip onto her face. What appeared in her mind was the picture of Lin Qinghan pulling her down the stairs, and the little girl also named Lin Qinghan.

The author has something to say: tease others when they meet, tsk tsk, nasty fun

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