Abduction of the Female Teacher’s Best Friend

Tomorrow Monday, Mo Zebei will have classes in the morning, and in the afternoon she will take the high-speed train back to City B.

After leaving the high-speed rail station, she directly took a taxi to Mujia Community.

There was a traffic jam on the road. During the waiting period, the sky suddenly became densely covered with dark clouds, and it was still drizzling at first, before it turned into heavy rain.

Along with a thunderous thunder, the sky became darker and more suppressed, the wind roared outside the window, and the branches on both sides of the road shook violently. Mo Zebei's right eye jumped fiercely for no reason, and there was a sense of anxiety and restlessness in his heart.

Because she didn't bring an umbrella, her light clothes and schoolbag on her back were wetted by the rain. The strands of hair on the sideburns stuck wet around her cheeks, and the big raindrops slid down the jaw line one after another... ...

Mo Zebei rang the doorbell, but there was no answer. She vaguely felt something wrong.

In about ten minutes, Professor Mu came over.

Mo Zebei only glanced at it, and was horrified: this man looked cold, solemn, his lips pressed tightly, and his eyes did not see the warmth of the past.

Mo Zebei half-opened his mouth, trying to say something, but couldn't make a sound.

"Come here to Lingzhejun! There is no temperature at all when I am embarrassed, and it is so cold that it is like ice in the winter snow.

Mo Zebei followed her, his trousers dripping with water.

The lights were not turned on in the study, the curtains were completely closed, and the indoor light was a little dim.

The two did not speak for a while, and the atmosphere was low and solemn.

After a long while, Professor Mu said coldly: "Someone anonymously gave Lao Huan Hsi Shi at noon today, stating your mother's affairs, and your relationship with Xiao Xi..."

Mo Zebei's heart shrank violently, and then began to convulse uncontrollably.

She walked over tremblingly, trembling hands, and slid her mouse to scan the contents of the email in general.

"What's in your family, you won't be able to win the prize," Professor Mu said in a cold voice, "but this is the end of the matter between you and Xiao Xi, and I beg you to let her go."

Mo Zebei stared at the computer screen desperately, his eyes sluggish.

That email not only listed all the unbearable past events of Mo Zebei's mother, but also included photos that were difficult to capture.

The most condemning thing is that the content of the e-mail is about the lie about the relationship between the two: Mu Hanxi is a straight daughter, has a normal orientation, and has never liked any girl. It was Mo Zebei who tried all means to trick her and ruin her. The original life and happiness caused her to go astray and fall into the abyss...

This point also hit the bullseye, making Professor Mu completely despairing.

There was thunder and thunder, and the demon wind was overwhelming. Mo Zebeiqiang held back his tears and packed his luggage overnight, called a car to the hotel, and the hotel's service staff helped her move the luggage to the room.

As soon as the service staff left, her spirits disappeared, and she collapsed and fell to the ground.

She lay slumped on the cold white porcelain floor, her heart full of despair and self-disgust.

She lay down from dark to dawn and then to dark, day and night, without dripping in.

The phone was not answered, and the message was not returned. Mu Hanxi called Professor Mu again, only to find out that this person had moved out last night. She was anxious, fidgeting, and kept calling Mo Zebei.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, Mo Zebei took the initiative to send a message to Mu Hanxi.

[Yao Huang, don’t look for Lu-Yo Guanhuan’s tragic paralysis! She also sent a message to Qu Junzhi and Zhou Ruoxin, explaining that she was in a bad mood and wanted to be alone for two days, and told them not to contact her.

Mu Hanxi breathed a sigh of relief, and then called the school to help Mo Zebei take a few days off.

For the remaining two days, Mo Zebei stayed in the hotel, basically did not communicate with the outside world, did not eat much, the whole person was very closed, and looked very dazed.

On the third day, she was a little better, had breakfast, and reluctantly went to class.

After not seeing it for several days, Ren Xueying was too worried and asked about what happened to Mo Zebei, but this person kept silent and refused to say anything.

At noon, Qu Junzhi and Zhou Ruoxin both came to the classroom to look for her.

The two took Mo Zebei to the playground. Mo Zebei sat quietly on the lawn, looking up at the sky, crying silently.

Zhou Ruoxin had never seen Mo Zebei like this before, and her eyes were red immediately, and tears flowed out immediately.

The two of them didn't go to class in the afternoon, so they ran away, and returned to the hotel with Mo Zebei.

Mo Zebei lay dull on the bed, Zhou Ruoxin sat distressedly while watching her, Qu Junzhi took out his mobile phone to search for suitable housing information.

The three of them ordered takeout for dinner, and Mo Zebei had no appetite. One-third of a boxed lunch was not enough.

On Saturday, the two helped Mo Zebei to move. Qu Junzhi asked for a place to live, and the room rate had already been paid.

At 8 o'clock on Saturday night, Mu Hanxi called.

Mo Zebei stared blankly at the phone screen until it hung up automatically.

At nine o'clock, Mu Hanxi called again, ten o'clock, eleven o'clock, and twelve o'clock, respectively.

Mo Zebei did not pick up.

One o'clock at night, two o'clock, three o'clock... until six o'clock.

Every hour, Mu Hanxi would call her one.

Mo Zebei rubbed the phone screen, tears in the corners of his eyes.

Until the holiday, the two did not meet.

The leak in the room happened to rain overnight, and Mo Zebei was deeply hit. It was Father Mo's sudden death that was completely desperate and collapsed.

During the summer vacation, on the way to volunteer, Father Mo was involved in a car accident, the rescue was ineffective, and he left that night.

The Mo family has no direct relatives alive, and Zhou Ruoxin's father helped to manage Father Mo's affairs. Following Father Mo’s last wishes, the funeral was very simple and low-key, the trees were cremated, no relatives and friends were invited to come to express their condolences, and no funeral banquets of any kind were held.

After the funeral, Mo Zebei kindly declined the invitation of Father Zhou, and lived alone in the old house guarding Father Mo's suicide note and relics.

In the next semester of Moze Peking University, Father Mo found out that he had a brain tumor. It was already in the middle stage, and the operation risk was high and the cost was high. He has been diligent for most of his life, but has not earned much assets. The few savings must be left to his daughter who has not graduated from college, so he chose to give up treatment and conceal his condition so far.

On the night he left the hospital, he wrote his will and left a letter.

Mo Zebei held a few crosses of writing paper in his hand, tears streaming down his face.

Zebei:

Kow, when you see writing a letter, I’m surprised.

Being a father is indifferent by nature, he is a lover, and he doesn't care about life and death for a long time. I hope you won't be sorrowful because of the harmony and delicacy.

Dahu spring, the only blessing is that with you, you are a bright color in a dark gray world.

May you feel at ease today and spend the rest of your life happily.

Don't read it.

Father Mo Lin stayed.

This summer seems to be much longer than usual, the sun and the moon alternate very slowly and slowly, and the dawn of dawn is always invisible.

During the day, Mo Zebei often went to Father Mo's study and bedroom to sit and sit for a morning or afternoon.

She had trouble sleeping most of the night, and she burst into tears without knowing it.

Ten days before school started, Mu Hanxi came to J City and Zhou Ruoxin called her.

Seeing Mo Zebei's thinning, self-reproaching, and desolate look, Zhou Ruoxin was really distressed. She asked Qu Junzhi for Lin Xiaoran's phone number, and contacted Mu Hanxi through Lin Xiaoran to discuss the affairs of Mo Zebei's home. Told this person.

Mu Hanxi rushed over by high-speed rail overnight.

The doorbell rang for a long time before Mo Zebei stood up and walked over.

The door opened, and the two looked at each other silently.

Mu Hanxi was crying with red eyes, covering her mouth.

Mo Zebei's eyes slowly moistened, teardrops flashing on his eyelashes.

"I'm sorry..." Mu Hanxi stepped forward gently, hugging her, trembling, "I'm sorry, er, forgive me!

The tears from the corners of Mo Zebei's eyes slid down his cheeks and dripped onto Mu Hanxi's shoulders.

That night, the two of them slept on the same bed. Mu Hanxi hugged her, patted her on the back, and coaxed the person to sleep.

Mo Zebei shrank in his arms, his tears gradually dried, and he fell asleep most deeply.

Early the next morning, Mu Hanxi got out of bed lightly and cooked a bowl of noodles for Mo Zebei.

Hearing the movement of the kitchen, Mo Zebei woke up from his dream. After a while, he realized that the person in it was Mu Hanxi.

She stared at the ceiling blankly, her heart completely blank.

Mu Hanxi coaxed her to wash and eat, and she obediently followed suit.

Mu Hanxi looked at this person's thin and lonely back and couldn't help crying.

Since meeting yesterday, Mo Zebei hasn't said a word, and the two of them ate noodles in silence at the dinner table.

After breakfast, I packed the dishes and chopsticks, Mu Hanxi wanted to take her for a walk

Mo Zebei shook his head, unwilling to go out.

Mu Hanxi had to stay with her in the room.

Mo Zebei sat on the bed and looked out the window blankly, while Mu Hanxi stared at her.

After lunch, the two of them slept for a while and continued to sit in the afternoon.

At dusk, the two of them had dinner and washed and went to bed early.

This happened for three days in a row.

On the third night, Mo Zebei finally spoke in a dumb voice: "You go back...you still have a job."

"Baoya resigned, not going anywhere, just staying with you here."

Mo Zebei was silent for a long while, lowered his head and muttered: "Porg recovery...not worthy of you."

Mu Hanxi couldn't hold back for a while, tears streaming from his eyes.

In the evening, Mo Zebei refused to let her hug, curled up in a corner, and had nightmares at night.

Mu Hanxi gently pressed to him, put his arms around the person, and whispered comfortingly.

Mo Zebei calmed his emotions and opened his eyes slowly for a moment.

"Mu Hanxi...you deserve better," Mo Zebei trembled and shrank, "Painful!

Mu Hanxi sighed and didn't speak, but hugged her tightly.

On the fifth day, Mu Hanxi received a call from home, Mu's father suddenly fainted, and has now been taken to the hospital.

Mu Hanxi hurried back to City B by car, and Mo Zebei was the only one left in the empty old house.

Until the beginning of school, Mu Hanxi never came back.

The night before going to school, Zhou Ruoxin came. She slept with Mo Zebei all night. The next day Zhou's father drove them to the high-speed rail station. Qu Junzhi also took the train, and the three returned to B together. city.

Spring goes and autumn comes again, and the school season is another year.

Many boys and girls with youthful smiling faces travel to every corner of the campus.

Mo Zebei stood under the tall plane tree, a little dazed and dazed.

Today, two years ago, when his father was still there, Mu Hanxi accompanied herself to the school to report...The past is vivid, but today it has long since become a mere fact.

At dusk, a light rain fell on the horizon.

Mo Zebei circled the playground aimlessly, the rain hit him thinly, and the wind blew gently from the side.

She closed her eyes, raised her head to the sky, the transparent liquid at the corner of her eyes couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain.

Drenched all over, she walked back to her residence on foot.

After changing her wet clothes and taking a hot shower, she lay quietly on the bed, listening to the sound of rain.

I don't know when to fall asleep, but the sky is already bright when I wake up.

After one day of class, in the evening, Mo Zebei received a call from Ji Tian, ​​and Mu Hanxi was drunk in her place.

"She was crying very sad," Ji Tian said distressedly, "you keep chanting your name in her mouth."

Mo Zebei's heart astringent, and his eyelashes trembled: "Ji Tian... please take care of her."

"You can't come?"

"Um."

Ji Tian sighed in a low voice and hung up with Mo Zebei.

She sat alone with her knees folded, looking at the moon outside the window, staying up all night.