Abduction of the Female Teacher’s Best Friend

The New Year’s Eve is approaching, all kinds of tickets are in short supply, and now it is no longer possible to buy high-speed rail tickets from City B to City J.

On the twenty-sixth of the twelfth lunar month, Zhou's father called and said that he would drive Moze North back to J City for the New Year.

It was cold and freezing outside, and the bitter north was whizzing past the window. Father Zhou closed the window and held his mobile phone. His face was tense and his attitude was tough. He couldn't refuse.

This person’s mother abandoned her since she was a child, and now she has no father. How can he bear to let the helpless Mo Zebei stay in City B, like a lost fisherman, facing the endless sea. The white fog, paddling the lonely oars, wandered sadly until dawn amidst the lights of thousands of houses and the sound of fireworks.

Because Mu Hanxi was still at work, Mo Zebei didn't call her, thinking about waiting to tell this person about the New Year in J City later.

In the afternoon, she went to the supermarket to buy groceries as usual, preparing to make dinner for Mu Fu Mu Mu.

At 6:30 in the evening, Mu Hanxi called and said that the company temporarily worked overtime and didn't go home for dinner, so they didn't want to wait.

At seven o'clock, the three of them ate together around the dining table.

At about eight o'clock, Mo Zebei cleaned up, tidyed the kitchen, unwrapped his apron, and put it away. Then he went to Professor Mu's bedroom. Father Mu was also there, reading a book by the head of the bed.

Mo Zebei greeted the two of them, and briefly said that he was going back to J City to celebrate the New Year.

Mu Fu took the lead to look away from the pages of the book and looked up at her. His lips moved, but he didn't speak.

Professor Mu pursed his lips even more, and the atmosphere was very silent.

Mo Zebei uncomfortably pulled the hem of the sweater, a little embarrassed and embarrassed on his face.

"I'm going back to the apartment now..." She lowered her head, looking at the furry brown carpet, her voice getting lower and lower, "Go back and pack...pack your luggage."

She spoke to herself, no one answered, and the scene was a bit embarrassing.

An unspeakable sadness suddenly came to her heart, she smiled forcefully, then turned and moved away.

She was carrying her bag, facing the cold moonlight, and riding the electric bike with the bony coolness.

The road was slippery, she rode very carefully, the cold wind blew her short hair, the tip of her nose was red with cold, her lips trembled slightly...

A section of the road was frozen after accumulation of water, like a roller skating rink, untenable, and many people suffered here this morning.

The light at night was poor, and the electric car's headlights had limited exposure. Mo Zebei tipped over with a car without paying attention to the ground.

Her helmet was stolen yesterday. She went shopping for groceries, put the helmet in the front basket of the car, and disappeared when she came back.

She touched the bleeding blood on her forehead with her gloved left finger, thinking in her heart that if the helmet was still there, her forehead would not be scratched by the ice front.

The clothes on her body were thickly worn, should not be broken, at most bruised, she slowly sat up, the blood on her forehead running along the cheeks, along the neck, all the way down, not into the neckline.

She pressed the ground and got up with strength. There was severe pain from her right elbow and knee. She closed her eyes and inhaled, frowned, resisting the discomfort, and stood up.

After a while, she put down her schoolbag, took off her gloves, took off her down jacket and sweater, and the cold and damp night breeze poured in violently. She shivered, shivering uncontrollably, and trembling hands wrapped in the white shirt that was taken off. The wound on the forehead was tied, and the blood flow was diminishing...

She put on her coat again, picked up her schoolbag, leaned back behind her, limped, took small steps, bent down, and slowly raised the electric car that had fallen on the ground.

She was pushing the car, staggering, and walking extremely slowly. The dim street lights stretched the shadows of people and cars very long.

I don't know how long it took to walk like this, and finally arrived at the apartment complex.

After she parked the car, she suppressed the pain from all over her body and went back to the apartment to take a hot bath.

There are many bruises on the body, the most serious ones are the right elbow and knee. The slightest movement makes it painful.

She reached into the shower and took off the white shirt covering the wound. The area where she touched the wound was stained red with blood.

After washing the wound and drying her body, she barely put on her pajamas and went out, then threw the blood-stained shirt into the trash can, and then went to the bedroom.

Last time Meng Yuanhao came to the apartment to look for her when he was broken in love. One time he fell drunk and scratched the back of his hand. Mo Zebei gave him a simple hemostasis treatment. The items are not used up, some are left.

She rummaged through the suitcase to find iodophor and gauze, looked in the mirror, and handled the wound carefully by herself.

At about eleven o'clock in the evening, Mu Hanxi called Mo Zebei. She had just taken a shower and was lying on the bed now.

"What time did you go back?"

"It's around eight o'clock." The wounds and bruises were full of pain, she endured it in a low voice, "Tomorrow I will go back to J City, and Uncle Zhou and his family will drive over to pick me up."

Mu Hanxi was stunned, then lifted the quilt and got up: "I'm going to find you now."

"Don't come!" Mo Zebei didn't want Mu Hanxi to know about her injury. He blurted out subconsciously. He realized that his tone was a bit urgent, and he was afraid that this person would think too much. Then he slowly explained, "It's too late, Lu Slippery, not safe."

"I don't want you to go."

"Uncle is also kind," Mo Zebei thought, "and your parents haven't agreed with us. I shouldn't stay and spend the New Year at your house..."

Mu Hanxi lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"I haven't been back for a long time. I guess a lot of dust has accumulated in the old house. It happened to take advantage of the new year to clean up inside and out."

When Mu Hanxi thinks of Mo Zebei wiping all corners of the old house alone and desolately, she feels sore and sorrowful. The death of her relatives and the absence of her lover is how sad it is...

She quietly blushed and bit her lips: "I want to spend New Year's Eve with you, don't leave."

Mo Zebei's nose was sour, she pressed the back of her hand against her nose: "There will be many opportunities in the future..."

The two chatted for more than half an hour, and finally Mo Zebei hung up the phone under the pretext of packing up his luggage.

At noon the next day, Mu Hanxi ordered a meal for the family. Without lunch, he drove over from the company to find Mo Zebei.

Mo Zebei might as well come over suddenly, thinking it was a food delivery, and opened the door directly, with **** gauze on her forehead, and she looked terrible.

Mu Hanxi was stunned, her expression was wrong, shocked...

"How...how did you get hurt?" Mu Hanxi touched the man's forehead lightly, her lips trembled, and her eyes gradually moistened. "Why didn't you tell me if you were injured?"

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore," Mo Zebei wiped away the tears from the corner of this person's eyes with his fingers, said distressedly, "Don't cry...I'm sorry, I shouldn't hide it from you, I just don't want you Worry......"

Mu Hanxi's voice choked, tears falling down: "Are you going to bring this body injury back to the New Year?"

"It's not serious, it's that I accidentally ride the bike and fall down..."

"Where else is injured?" Mu Hanxi said with a nasal voice, "I want to see it for myself, you must not hide it."

When the two of them were talking, the takeaway brother came over, and Mu Hanxi helped this person carry the lunch box, and the two of them walked in and went to the bedroom.

As soon as Mo Zebei was about to take off her clothes, her cell phone rang, and it was Zhou Ruoxin who called, saying that she would be there in an hour.

"Okay, I see, I have already packed up, and I will be waiting for you at the gate of the community at that time."

Mu Hanxi gently hugged the person from behind, tears dripping silently.

Mo Zebei trembled and slowly covered the back of this person's hand. After Zhou Ruoxin finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

"I'll be back earlier, and I'll be able to meet soon."

Mu Hanxi didn't say a word, slowly backed away, and took off his clothes for this person.

She carefully checked Xia Mo Zebei's injury, and helped with the medicine. There was no word in the whole process, only red eyes and lip biting.

She was like this, Mo Zebei felt very uncomfortable looking at her.

She wanted to kiss this person and comfort her for a while, but Mu Hanxi turned her head to avoid: "You can eat, they will be there in a while."

Realizing that this person might be angry, Mo Zebei didn't dare to make any more moves. She ate honestly. During the period, Mu Hanxi sat aside and stared out the window.

After the meal, Mo Zebei took her hand and said softly: "I promise that it won't be like this in the future. I will tell you anything, no matter what is good or bad, I will never hide it from you."

Mu Hanxi turned her head away and didn't look at her.

"Sorry, don't be sad... I'm sorry, you forgive me."

Mu Hanxi felt soft when she heard it, and stretched out her hand to hug her.

The two hugged for a while, thinking that the time was almost up, they went downstairs.

Mu Hanxi helped her carry the suitcase, and Mo Zebei wore a black hat to cover the wounds and bandages.

They waited for a few minutes at the gate of the community, and then the car came.

All three of the Zhou family got out of the car, and Mu Hanxi greeted them briefly, exhorted Mo Zebei to leave.

A minute later, Zhou Ruoxin received a text message from Mu Hanxi: Mo Zebei was injured, try not to let her drive on the way back, and have a safe journey.

Zhou Ruoxin didn't ask much, she just replied "OK", then she turned off the screen and sat in the co-pilot.

Back in J City, Mo Zebei insisted on living in the old house and refused to go to Zhou's house.

"Uncle, aunt, don't worry, I will definitely come over on New Year's Eve."

She had a firm attitude, and Zhou's father was not too tough, so he had to let people go back.

Zhou Ruoxin said that she hadn't seen Mo Zebei for a long time, and she wanted to stay at Mo's house. She would go back tomorrow. Zhou's father and Zhou's mother didn't say anything.

Finally, Zhou Ruoxin carried Mo Zebei's suitcase and slowly climbed the stairs with this person.

"She told me you were injured, what's the matter?"

Mo Zebei paused when he touched the key, and then said calmly: "It's because I accidentally fell down while riding an electric bike. It's okay."

"Pick off your hat, there is no one else here." Zhou Ruoxin raised her hand to turn on the light and looked at her in a blink of an eye.

Mo Zebei slowly removed his hat under her gaze.

Zhou Ruoxin frowned slightly, lowered her head, hiding the distress in her eyes, and silently went to this person's bedroom with her suitcase.

At night, the two of them lay on the blankets one by one, silently all around.

"Her parents still disagree with you?"

Tiredness hit, Mo Zebei almost fell asleep, and suddenly heard this person talking.

"Um."

There was a long silence. At the end, Zhou Ruoxin only sighed and said: "Go to sleep, it's late."

Mo Zebei closed his eyes slightly and pulled the quilt upwards.

The old house that Zhou Ruoxin helped clean the next day did not allow Mo Zebei to do anything.

Zhou Mu also came to the Mo Family at noon with a lunch box and fruit.

When the two of them left, Mo Zebei lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

As the twilight began to sink, she closed her eyes and sank into the quilt with a dull expression.

After nine o'clock in the evening, Meng Yuanhao came.

"This year I plan to spend the New Year at home by myself, not to my dad's house or my mother's house," he choked, his eyes reddened, "anyway, going anywhere is unnecessary."

Mo Zebei took the cigarette handed by this person, lit it, took a sip, was silent for a moment, and smiled bitterly: "At least they are still alive."

This night, Meng Yuanhao didn’t leave. He sat with her on the sofa all night, and then left in the morning.