I just want to be soft on her

Chapter 103 What a coincidence
Just after Jiang Mo parked the car, he stood on the side of the road and glanced at his phone. It was past ten o'clock, Song Cheng should go home.

Thinking this way in his heart, he didn't move his feet. He stood at the gate of the base, opened Weibo, and saw Tao Zhuofa's blog post.

I was relieved, to be honest, Tao Zhuo was quite reliable.

"Jiang Mo, why are you standing here?" Song Cheng's voice came from his right.

He looked up to see her, Song Cheng and Zheng Qingyue were walking together, looking at him with sparkling eyes, so pretty.

"Ah... I just went out for a while, just finished parking the car, I didn't expect to meet you here, what a coincidence."

Jiang Mo panicked, he just wanted to try to see if he could meet her, but he did not expect to meet her.

"Oh..." Song Cheng nodded, "Here, here you are."

She raised her hand and handed him a pancake in a plastic bag, which was foggy from the heat.

"Qing'er asked me to bring them to her. I brought two. This one is for you."

Seeing her like this, Jiang Mo was stunned for a moment, and a picture flashed in his mind. In the picture, she was as bright as today.

Seeing that he was not moving, Song Cheng came over and hung the bag on his finger, tilted her head and asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Mo came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "Oh, it's nothing, are you going home now?"

"That's right." Song Cheng looked into his eyes, as if absent-minded, "Are you sick?"

After finishing speaking, she raised her hand to stroke his forehead, and touched her own with the other hand, "It's normal..."

"I'm fine, you can go home soon." There was a little smile in his brows and eyes.

Zheng Qingyue, who was silently observing from the side, took off his mask, ate the pancakes in his bag, and smiled at Jiang Mo.

"Song Cheng, let's go." She swallowed the pancake, put on the mask again, stepped forward, and took Song Cheng's hand.

Song Cheng turned to look at her, nodded, "Okay, then we'll go back first, remember to eat!"

She waved to Jiang Mo, and left in front of the base with Zheng Qingyue.

Jiang Mo recalled Zheng Qingyue's smile, curled his lips, turned and entered the base, the pancake in his hand was still hot, he took the elevator to his room while eating.

Today's Song Cheng is different from the previous ones, as if this is the real herself.

"It seems that exercising more is useful." Jiang Mo leaned back in the chair, and that clip flashed through his mind again.

In March, the temperature gradually warmed up, and a bus full of people stopped at the bus stop in front of the school.

At that moment, everyone at the station gathered in front of the car door, waiting for the door to open, then boarded the car, went home, and ate.

Jiang Mo was no exception. He was going home today, and it was his birthday. Aunt Xu specially made him a meal and asked him to eat it.

He stood behind the group, staring at the moment the door opened, and followed the flow of people into the car.

Unfortunately, the bus left without even opening the door, leaving only a group of people sighing in place.

There was a secret joy in Jiang Mo's heart. He didn't want to go home, not at all, even though today was his birthday.

Opposite the school is a scenic line, and there is a big river bubbling, flowing into an artificial lake not far away.

The flowers by the river all bloomed some buds, some bloomed with flower buds, and some even bloomed with flowers.

A lukewarm spring breeze blew over, making Jiang Mo feel a lot more relaxed. He lay down beside the embankment, watching the river flow quietly, it was really pleasant...

"Drip~"

The cell phone in his school uniform rang, Jiang Mo was a little impatient, he took it out, it was a text message from Aunt Xu.

[Aunt Xu] Jiang Mo, it's 12:30, why haven't you come back yet?

He took a deep breath and replied to her: "The bus is too crowded."

Before the text message was sent, a phone call came.

"Hello?" His voice was emotionless, asking the person on the other side of the phone.

Father Jiang's voice came from the other end of the phone, a violent, alcoholic voice with a strong smell of tar came over his face.

Even though Jiang Mo kept the phone far away from his ears, he could still hear Father Jiang's voice.

"You little bastard, your Aunt Xu gave you a birthday, and you are hiding and not coming home?! Ah? Do you have a conscience?!"

"Damn it! You'll feel better when I come back tonight. I'll give you face?! Don't even think about this month's living expenses!"

"..."

Father Jiang said a lot later, Jiang Mo didn't listen to a word, he just ignored his scolding.

He seems to be used to this kind of abuse, the former him would only become more and more rebellious when he heard it.

Dad Jiang said one sentence, and he could reply ten sentences.Now: Well, you say yours, I do mine.

It seems not bad to stay at the school gate for a noon.Thinking this way, Jiang Mo took out ten yuan from his pocket, "What should I buy?"

He turned around and walked to the nearest supermarket to the school gate, where he bought a caterpillar and a bottle of milk.

After coming out, I sat on the table by the river bank and ate slowly mouthful by mouthful.

It was [-]:[-], and the bus came twice this time, and there were still many people who did not go home, and the traffic jam battle started again.

Jiang Mo looked at a group of people, squeezing back and forth.

stop!
He seemed to see a familiar person.

Not far from the station, Ma Qingqing dragged Song Cheng and ran wildly, completely ignoring other people's gazes.

Jiang Mo saw that the two were getting closer and closer, and they wanted to drive this car too, but it was a pity that they were just one step short, and the last car also drove away.

Ma Qingqing panted heavily, with a sad face, grabbed Song Cheng's shoulder, shook it twice and said, "Chengzi, I'm sorry, we won't be able to go back at noon today!"

"It's okay, if you can't go home, you won't be able to go home." Song Cheng also panted, with a smile on her face.

Jiang Mo was behind the station, watching her smile, his heart seemed to be touched.

The next second, Song Cheng turned her head, and the two looked at each other short-sightedly for a second. She froze for a moment, and looked away with a smile.

Now, Jiang Mo was stunned, he stared at the back of her head, his mind was full of her smile just now.

Just like a flower, floating in the wind, illuminated by the warm sun, so bright and soft, people can't help but want to get close to it, but they are reluctant to take it off.

It wasn't until Song Cheng left his sight that he came back to his senses.

In the spring of March, the sun shines on Jiang Mo and it is warm. In this season, everything is too dreamy.

He took off his school uniform, only wearing a white shirt, spread the school uniform on the table, and lay down.

The sun was shining on his eyes, and he couldn't open them, so he simply closed them, and he closed them.

"Hey, Chengzi, I heard from your political teacher that there will be a political result this afternoon!"

"Oh... political achievements, I'm still not looking forward to it." Song Cheng's voice came from the right.

Jiang Mo quietly turned his head, half-opened his eyes, and looked at her.

Song Cheng was sitting against the light, Jiang Mo couldn't see her face clearly, he could only hear her voice, like an angel.

(End of this chapter)