Eternal Burning

That boy Yang Haiyang didn't take my words to heart at all. It's okay to hit him, but he even punched him in the face.

Chapter 8 The Owl

Originally, there was only one face to be seen, but now it is labeled like this, and it has been labeled as useless.

You hit him too? Withdrawing my hand, apart from regret, I did not forget to care about Yang Haiyang's injury.

Actually, I'm not too worried about him. Although Shang Muxiao is young, but Yang Haiyang has been exercising all the year round, and his tendons are not good-looking, so he shouldn't suffer any disadvantages.

Shang Muxiao straightened up and put on the mask again: No hit. It was he who hit me unilaterally, but I didn't do anything.

What he said was true, and my eyes slowly moved down to look at the back of his bruised hand.

This is not... He noticed my gaze, raised the back of his hand and explained, I smashed the wall myself, and I really didn't hit him.

He doesn't know my relationship with Yang Haiyang, so there's no need to lie to me, so I'm more inclined that he really didn't hit Yang Haiyang - it's strange that the sun came out from the west.

Are you smashing the wall well? Placing the handout on my lap, I controlled the wheelchair and went to the layman.

Shang Muxiao followed, and was still about two steps away from me.

Because I couldn't bear to beat him up.

To say that I was just surprised when I heard him say that he really didn't hit Yang Haiyang, but now that he is willing to smash the wall instead of hitting him, I am shocked.

I haven't seen you for a few days, why is there such a difference in personality, it's like being bewitched by someone?

how? Do you think I must be beaten back after being beaten like this? Shang Muxiao saw me silent for a long time, guessed what I was thinking, and sneered.

No, I think you will not only fight back, but double it.

No, I just feel...somewhat unlike you.

It's one thing to think in your heart, it's another to say it. I am no longer the reckless age to say what I want to say. I know how to talk to people and talk to people.

Where is it not like? He put his hands in his coat pockets, swayed to my side, and walked side by side with me. I'm usually very good.

I couldn't help but look up at him, wondering what expression he used to say such words.

He felt it, looked down and said: What the hell? In my opinion, it is good not to commit crimes.

...

I don't comment, just look back at the way forward silently, admiring that he can say such bold words without changing his face.

On both sides of the widest main road in the school, tall sycamores are planted. After a long time, the crowns of the trees will be connected together, covering the road densely. The sunlight can only squeeze through the gaps in the leaves with the help of the wind, and transmit its own body temperature to the earth with difficulty.

It's the end of autumn now, and the leaves of the sycamore trees have turned from green to golden yellow. I don't think it will be long before the yellow leaves fall, and the road will see the sun again.

Is your car fixed? As he was about to walk out of Wutong Avenue, Shang Muxiao asked suddenly.

The sun climbed from the insteps to the whole body, dry and warm. If I were alone, I should stop to bask in the sun right now.

Well, don't bother you to take me home from now on. I deliberately slowed down, trying to make this section of the road end later.

Shang Muxiao didn't notice it, and continued to walk at the same pace as before, and arrived in front of me in a short while.

You haven't forgotten your date tomorrow, have you? he asks.

I'm 32 and not 62, so I won't forget what I promised so soon.

No. I said.

He stopped all of a sudden, frowned and looked over, as if he realized that the two of us were no longer on the same level.

Why are you so slow? He complained, impatient even the mask couldn't cover it.

The sun fell on him, and the bruises at the corners of his eyes became more and more obvious. I squinted my eyes, and still moved forward slowly, without speeding up.

Can't wait until you can go first.

He clicked his tongue lightly when he heard the words, and it sounded like he had something to say.

Forget it... But for some reason, I chose to swallow all the words in the end, and I will go to your house to meet you tomorrow night. Don't forget at eight o'clock.

He waited in place, waiting for me to reach him before moving forward. This time I walked very slowly, matching my speed.

Where are you taking me?

There is an intersection in front, and then I will reach my office. Although I accepted the bet and promised not to avoid it, I still wanted to know where I would be taken, so I had to be mentally prepared.

However, Shang Muxiao still has to sell it.

Fun place, you won't be disappointed. At the crossroads, he stopped and said, I still have class, so I'm leaving first. See you tomorrow, Professor Bei.

He stepped back and waved at me, turned around with his pockets in his pocket and left in the other direction.

I stared at his back for a moment, turned the direction of the wheelchair, and walked in the opposite direction with him.

one time

When I got to the office and put down the handout, I called Yang Haiyang.

The other end didn't think about it for a while before answering. The voice was outside, and the car horn could be heard faintly.

That's right, right here... Hey, Beijiao, what's wrong? What's the matter?