【Xingmo】My boyfriend is from the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 26

The departmental basketball game of Chung Yuan University is in full swing.In the stands, Mo Cangli and Xinghuajun took their seats.Mr. Xinghua held a box of fruit salad and kept stuffing it into his mouth. "The one in the middle, number 23. Did you see that? He's quite white, and his hair is also white."

"Well, from the Department of Physics. When I came to Dawu, I collected my homework for me. I forgot which class it was." Mo Cangli put on his glasses and squinted his eyes for a while, "It seems to be the monitor of Class 3."

"How is it, does it suit your eyes?"

"I don't look at the physiognomy, so I don't know. I have to investigate slowly in the future."

Mr. Xinghua nodded, and asked again: "Okay, it's getting late. Eat at home or in the cafeteria? I've also cooked the meals at home and kept them fresh in the refrigerator. You can heat them up when you go back."

"Another operation?"

Mr. Xinghua tugged on his white coat. "Isn't it? I haven't taken it off yet. It's just a minor operation. I promise to go home on time!"

"Mr. Xinghua, you'd better make sure you're telling the truth this time."

In the university physics class on Thursday afternoon, Qiao Rulai was holding a journal, after class, she was waiting in line to answer questions.To be honest, he had no idea that this Uncle Mo would become a professor in their college, and it was usually scary enough.It is said that he was retired from the key laboratory, a very powerful person.

The students who dare to challenge Mo Cangli's Big Object class are all brave, and there are not many brave ones. His previous classmate was glared at by Mo Cangli, and the book fell heavily. "According to your memory level, I suggest you go back and buy a camera to record my class, watch it ten times over and over again, if you still don't understand, if you watch it a hundred times, you still don't understand, we can meet again next school year. "

The warrior in front walked down the podium disheveledly with his tail between his legs.

Qiao Rulai just put the book on and said hello, Teacher Mo. "I've read your best-selling books, "The Secret of Momen". I really didn't expect you to be from the Department of Physics."

"Yeah." Mo Cangli was stunned for a moment when he thought of the "Momen Xinmi" on Xinghuajun's bookshelf that was incompatible with a row of medical documents. He raised his wrist and looked at his watch—it was already 6 o'clock. "Want to talk about papers? We can chat while eating."

"Ah? Thank you teacher!"

I really didn't expect that Mo Cangli would invite himself home for dinner.Qiao Rulai sat on the sofa, a little reserved.Mo Cangli's home is obviously too big for the two of them.He remembered that at the beginning, this uncle Mo seemed to live with the doctor of the underworld, but he did not expect to be such a rich man.

Qiao Tathagata tilted her head quietly and looked towards the study. In front of her was a row of bookcases reaching the ceiling, about 2.5 meters high. There were probably many such bookcases inside.Because the bookcase is too high, it is necessary to specially set up the kind of stepped footstool that is only used in the library, so as to read books.Mo Cangli poured him a glass of water and asked him to go to the study, so that he could finish talking while waiting for the meal.

Mr. Xinghua rarely kept his promise tonight. Knowing that Qiao Tathagata was coming, he went to the seafood market to buy salmon and sea prawns.Just as I was about to arrange sashimi, I suddenly remembered that the person in the Ming Dynasty did not eat raw food, so I went out of the living room to ask him.

After a while, Mo Cangli's voice came from the tea room: "I want fried with salt and pepper."

"You and Mr. Mingyi..." Qiao Rulai thought about it carefully, and it was correct to call it that way, "Are you married?"

"You're too distracted." Mo Cangli pushed his glasses and pointed to the bookshelf behind. "Here, the second book from the right in the third row, and the fifth book from the left in the seventh row, you can take it back and have a look. Your problem is mainly because you haven't fully understood this theory. You are reading this paper now, like a Children who are overwhelmed with knowledge. I don’t have enough knowledge, and I don’t need to explain it to you. Read it first, and then tell me if you understand it. If you don’t understand—”

"Uh..." Qiao Rulai twisted her knuckles nervously, "Thank you teacher, I will definitely understand!"

"I haven't finished talking yet, why are you in such a hurry to thank me? You definitely don't understand, and you don't need to try. In short, read it first, and then report." Mo Cangli raised his eyes, closed the journal, and stared outside. Mr. Hua called them to eat, and he took the academic journal out, spread out his own one, and asked Mr. Xinghua who was busy serving the dishes: "Which one writes better, me or him?"

I'm afraid it was the half set of surviving samples and manuscripts that I moved here together.Xinghuajun was startled, and nodded frantically. "It's all good." But with a strong desire to survive, he decided to change his words, "Hello, hello."

Mo Cangli then photographed the academic journal on him, "Then I will also be on your bookshelf."

Qiao Rulai looked at the tense momentum, and suddenly trembled a little, and couldn't help flattering: "Wow! Mr. Mingyi's dishes are really exquisite."

"Really?" Mr. Xinghua breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this kid is very sensible, "Then you eat more. Cang Li, you also eat more, hehe."

In fact, the loss of Mo Cangli's sense of security is not without reason.Some people say that the one who loses his dignity in love is the loser.He, the big loser, doesn't seem to care. Anyway, he and Mo Cangli share the same real memory, and he doesn't mind Xinghuajun's small gestures of finding similarities from him from time to time. He thinks very openly, which he has expected things.

... Saying I don't mind, I lied to myself.

His husband has worked diligently in the Department of Cardiac Surgery for more than 20 years and has rich clinical experience, but he has not published many papers. Not long ago, he was finally promoted to a professional title.As soon as the title is promoted, more things will happen, and it will be academic forums and exchange meetings every now and then.His professor job is relatively leisurely, and every time he is off work, he has to stay alone in the vacant room.When he was too bored, he finished reading all the books written by Mo Cangli from the Ming Dynasty.Some of these stories are not true or false, almost like reading his own fan fiction.When this person writes about the lonely friend, he always likes to mention it briefly. He vaguely feels that it is Mr. Xinghua, probably because the feelings in it are not enough for outsiders, so he chose such a simple way of writing.

Probably because of reading the book, I dreamed of him in a trance.I dreamed that he and that lonely friend walked on a country path together, the smoke and water were hazy.Mr. Xinghua, who was wearing a scholar's towel, walked away in a hurry, turning his head and calling him to hurry up, and the medicine he dried would be moldy again.

"Just dry it with a kang fire." His voice was as ethereal as a wisp of smoke, and his footsteps were still walking slowly.

"Oh, you are really..." Mr. Xinghua, who was walking in front, finally walked over helplessly, took his hand and walked forward quickly.He was stunned for a while, and somehow changed from the third-person perspective to the No.1 perspective, so he had to be dragged forward by that person.After a while, he tried to call Xinghua Jun's name, "Xinghua."

"Don't call me that, how many times have I said that?"

"When are we going to leave?" He talked to Mr. Xinghua uncontrollably, as if reading a line that had already been written. "We stayed too long."

Mr. Xinghua turned around and was stunned for a while, "I know...then let's go. Let's do what you haven't finished." He smiled bitterly, his expression a little at a loss.

The morning light was so bright that it seemed like a lifetime after waking up from the dream.Standing by the window was his cohabitant, who was getting ready to get dressed for work. The warm sunlight dyed his blue hair into silvery white, like a priest blessed by the holy light. "Xinghua... how old is it?"

"7:[-], huh? Don't you have no class today? I checked your class schedule, but there are three classes in the afternoon."

He turned over and beckoned him over.After buttoning the last few buttons, Mr. Xinghua leaned over and kissed his forehead.Mo Cangli touched his face, "How about breakfast?"

"It's all down there." He laughed.

After the movement of the legs is much easier, even the posture on the bed is also unlocked a lot.Mr. Xinghua finished a month-long academic exchange forum, and when he returned home from Miaojiang, he was pushed into the bed and squeezed clean.Afterwards, Mr. Xinghua was so hot that he was sweating all over. He hugged the person next to him and pecked at the back of his fair and slender neck. "What are you doing? Are you going to give birth to me?" After finishing speaking, he He rubbed Mo Cangli's lower abdomen.

The already limp Mo Cangli raised his neck and bit him as punishment for talking nonsense. "Child? Are you being too cruel to children?"

Hmm... If his father was Mo Cangli, it would be quite scary.Xinghuajun suddenly remembered something, got out of bed and rummaged through the suitcase to find a small box.He climbed onto the bed and opened it without hesitation, inside lay two rings of the same style as the two rings back then. "I heard people say that Miaojiang has a lot of gold and silver, so I bought it back."

Mo Cangli had already closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, feeling dazedly that something had been wrapped around his fingers.He turned over uneasily, and even held Xinghuajun's hand together, pressing it under his stomach. "What? Declare sovereignty?"

"Life... still has a sense of ritual, doesn't it?"

Mo Cangli smiled, but it was mostly ironic, "I thought it was because you still missed your 'White Moonlight'."

When the boys in the class heard that he went to Mo Cangli's home to receive "extracurricular guidance", they all gossiped around him, asking him to gossip about the life of the mysterious professor Mo Cangli.

"Is he gay?"

"Well...it seems to be, his husband, cooking is delicious."

"Wow, who?! Which genius can bear this kind of person!"

Qiao Tathagata smiled awkwardly, "Should be a person who can withstand pressure."

"Then, is he the one at the bottom or the one at the top?"

"Uh..." Such a question was a bit impolite, and Qiao Rulai couldn't answer it, so she had to change the subject with a laugh, packed up her textbooks, and went to the library to do exercises.

"There's nothing you can't say." After the dormitory door closed, he heard his roommate's complaints coming through the iron door, "Tsk, the top students are really dog ​​legs, really pretending."

"He must have gone out to meet elementary school girls again. Do you really think he is going out to the library?" The roommate laughed in his ears, and his brain was aching from the shock.

From childhood to adulthood, everyone took it for granted that his popularity should be very good, but it was not.He is Shi Yanwen's son, he is a good card, he must have too many scruples, he needs to behave properly.

The consequence of "holding it up" is that peers will always feel that he is too "pretentious", and as time goes by, there will be no friends who open their hearts.

Mo Cangli asked him to write an article on his reading experience and hand it in, and after he went to the office to hand it in, he got an evaluation from Mo Cangli - "A".

"Thank you teacher." He said happily.

"What are you thanking? I mean - 'fake'." Mo Cangli patted his printed 5-page reading notes on the desk, "There is not a single truth in it, the reading notes are for you to read, no It was written for me, not to mention, I don’t bother to read these clumsy opinions, stupid enough to poison the air.”

Qiao Rulai had probably never received such fierce criticism in her life, so she remained silent and did not speak again.Fortunately, a lively figure came in from the door, "Mr. Mo Cangli! Your takeaway!" Mr. Xinghua raised the heat preservation box in his hand, just to break the embarrassment.

"Today I bought yogurt from the farm next door." He opened the box graciously and brought it to Mo Cangli.Two dishes of side dishes and one soup, the aroma is exciting.

Mo Cangli's expression immediately softened.

It was the time when get out of class was over, when Qiao Rulai smelled it, her stomach gurgled happily.He took back his study notes in a daze, and whispered, "Teacher, I'm leaving first."

"Hey." Mo Cangli didn't answer, but Xinghua Jun agreed.Seeing the little white steamed bun's head deflate as if it had shrunk, he immediately knew that her husband must have committed crimes again. "What did you say about him this time? Look at how you have tortured the free youths of the new era."

"I'm trying to hone his ability to endure. His psychological quality is strong on the outside but capable on the inside."

"When you want to leave me alone, when I was in school, there was a head teacher who was just like you. As a result, his classmates nicknamed him and called him an old virgin in private."

"This is a university, as long as I don't fail a course, I don't have any serious conflicts with other students." Mo Cangli said. "Besides, even if I'm not an old virgin, if you really hate me, what kind of nickname can't you get? Human malice cannot be underestimated."

On the school road, Mr. Xinghua caught up with Qiao Tathagata in a few steps.

It's hard to tell whether this is a strategy of making a good face or a bad face. Qiao Rulai watched the "master" hand over a small and exquisite box of matcha Daifuku, saying that he was paying for his lover's mouth.

"Actually, I didn't either..." Qiaoru looked at it for a long time, but she was embarrassed to let Xinghuajun's hand hang in the air, she gave way a few words, and still took the box of desserts that bought people's hearts.

"It's good to take it to the people in your dormitory to eat together, hehe, let's say it was given by Teacher Mo." Xinghuajun said.

It seems that this master really cares about Mo Cangli's reputation among the students, and tries to create an image of him being close to the people.Probably affected by the recent news of teacher-student conflicts, he believes that this kind of transformation work is imminent.

"Teacher Mo's mouth is a bit poisonous, but I understand that he wants to train me, but... I don't have much confidence in myself."

"Really? You don't look like the kind of person who has no confidence. I think Cang Li must have recognized your qualifications by choosing you as the student he wants to train." Mr. Xinghua smiled.It has to be said that Professor Mo's husband, compared with himself, seems to be an incompatible character.Although the doctor in front of him has thick eyebrows and always frowns, he is not a perverted character, and Mo Cangli, although his face is soft, every word he says is like a poisoned knife.

"How should I put it, I'm not good at communication, and Jingzhong is not the kind of extremely smart student."

"You're not sociable? Huh?"

"Actually, many students in grades think I'm fake and say I'm 'pretending'." Qiao Rulai smiled helplessly, "I don't know what it means not to 'pretend', even the teacher Say I'm fake."

Ah, it turns out that like father, like son...it's no wonder.Qiao Tathagata is indeed very similar to Shi Yanwen, both in character and appearance.Mr. Xinghua thought for a while, "Well...you do have a maturity that does not belong to your peers, so you have to understand their immaturity. I have met your father a few times, and I still think--children, You should look like a child, you don’t have to worry too much, just follow your heart.” After finishing speaking, he patted Qiao Rulai on the shoulder, “I have to go back to the hospital, you, Teacher Mo, Menopausal, don't worry too much, if you think he hates you, it doesn't matter if you scold him a few times."

"En." Qiao Rulai looked at the box of matcha Daifuku and nodded, "Thank you."

Mr. Xinghua, who came home late from overtime, climbed onto the bed lightly, and Mo Cangli leaned on the bedside to listen to music, explaining that he was going to cut his hair short tomorrow.

"Hey? How do you want to cut it?" Mr. Xinghua stopped lifting the quilt. He liked the way the long hair swayed behind his back, but the owner wanted to cut it without authorization. There are thousands of reasons why he couldn't bear it. Can't say either.

"What do you think? Use thinking instead of asking." Mo Cangli said.

Mr. Xinghua was a little bit dumbfounded. It turns out that not mentioning it does not mean that this article can turn the page, "Do you know who you are like now? Just like me when I was with him."

"He said I looked like him, and then he thought I was him. I don't know if I'm a double, but I love him. I won't lie to you, and I don't know if I see you as his double, But I love you."

"What about you? You said that you are so devoted to me because of his influence. What do you think - which one of me does he like?"

This debate is too boring.Mo Cangli didn't rush to answer, but just thought about it seriously.He has never felt what is called "love" since he was born. He is an orphan, without the love of his parents, and when he was a teenager, he also lacked the love of his friends. He got some love by chance, but he dumped it into nothingness .At this moment, the strong intuition in his heart just told him to keep Mr. Xinghua by his side, and the deadline was forever.He didn't know whether this desire for possession was a product left over from that person's consciousness, and he never considered whether it was love.

He did not choose to answer Xinghuajun's question. "You've learned to ask me back," he said.