After I made a biography for my scumbag ex, I was on fire

Chapter 101

If it was someone else, Mu Song might still abide by the agreement with Lu Yuan, but this person is An Heng, a "mentor" who will help him build up the knowledge system bit by bit.

At such a point in time, Mu Song really couldn't think of a reason, and refused to celebrate the success of the exam with him.

After all, his achievements, in essence, belonged to the two of them.

"No, no appointment, of course I should thank my teacher well today, I should invite the senior!"

Mu Song quickly agreed.

"Ha, then I will have an expensive meal."

An Heng pursed his lips and smiled, took Mu Song in his arms, and walked in the opposite direction from the school gate.

"Hey, shall we leave school?"

Mu Song was surprised.

"There are too many people in this school now, the senior will take you to take a small path."

An Heng blinked, his eyes were full of twinkling lights.

Mu Song looked at it, and couldn't help but think of An Heng, a good student who was so popular in everyone's eyes, always did some unexpected and unruly things, but because of this, he was very attractive, and people couldn't help but want to get close to him. Explore his more complex and rich inner world.

"By the way, where do you live? I remember, you said it's not far from here, isn't it? Let's find a place in the middle, so it's convenient to go home after eating."

An Heng shook Mu Song, shaking him back to his senses, and nodded quickly.

"Well, it's not far, two kilometers, and there are a lot of food nearby, or, let's go to my house?"

"Okay, I'm fine, listen to you."

Mu Song followed An Heng out of S University through the small door next to him, and got into the taxi.

When the car turned to the main entrance of S University, Mu Song saw it at a glance. Lu Yuan, who was crowded in the crowd and waited, couldn't help but feel his heart drop.

Originally, he planned to get in the car and send a message to Lu Yuan, but this glance made his already faintly guilty heart even more complicated.

After thinking about it, he sent a very polite sentence, telling Lu Yuan not to wait for him, and go back to rest early.

As soon as the text message was sent, Lu Yuan called.

Mu Song held the vibrating mobile phone, not knowing what to do.

"It's your phone?" An Heng followed the reputation and saw Mu Song's brick phone flashing green light, "Why didn't you pick it up?"

"Well, it's probably a harassing call, I don't bother to answer it."

Mu Song was very guilty, he threw the phone into the stationery bag and hid it behind him.

But the caller never gave up.

After driving for 10 minutes on this two-kilometer road, Mu Song's cell phone vibrated for almost 10 minutes, and it didn't stop until the vibration ran out of battery.

An Heng didn't ask any questions, but just stared at Mu Song with a half-smile and a half-smile with his eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

"Senior..."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

An Heng still looked at Mu Song, without any emotion on his face, and Mu Song didn't know where to start.

"Well, what do you want to eat?"

"I can do it, you are more familiar with that piece, listen to you."

"Then...why don't you eat Japanese food? I know there is a restaurant that has very good Wagyu."

"Okay, no problem."

Mu Song heaved a sigh of relief, and gave the driver the address of the restaurant where Bai Xu took him to eat.

Turning east and west, I finally found the hidden restaurant, but found that it was full, and there were still a dozen people queuing outside.

"Boss, how long will this take?"

Mu Song doesn't usually go out to eat, and there are not many restaurants that he has personally tried.

This store, in his mind, is worthy of the level of the teacher's appreciation banquet, so he still wants to hold on.

"I'm really sorry, I guess, I have to wait for an hour anyway, I just put in a wave."

Mu Song: ...

Look at the time, it's already past six o'clock, and you have to wait another hour, must you starve to death?

It doesn't matter if he is hungry, and he can't let An Heng starve with him, Mu Song began to hesitate.

"Hey, what a pity. I wanted to present a treasure. It is said that their beef comes directly from the Kobe cold chain. I have eaten it. The taste is really good, and it is by no means comparable to ordinary beef."

Mu Song looked eagerly at the diners who had just started, his face was full of envy, which amused An Heng.

"Yo, you've got my glutton out now. If I don't eat today, I probably won't be able to sleep at night."

An Heng looked at Mu Song with a smile, then turned to look at the shopkeeper.

"Boss, can you take out?"

"Yes! The ingredients and soup dumplings are all ready-made. If you take it out, you can take it away in 10 minutes."

"Oh, why didn't I think of this!"

Mu Song slapped his forehead with joy, grinned, looking at An Heng with joy.

An Heng smiled and shook his head.

"No way, who told me to love food since I was a child. I often forage outside, so I have more experience."

"But the senior doesn't get fat no matter how much he eats, it's really enviable."

"What's there to be envious of? My mother saw me and thought I was having a bad time. She was so distressed that she shed tears."

An Heng's face was warm, and his tone was relaxed, as if he was joking, but Mu Song caught the flash of depression in his eyes.

"Senior, do you really plan to live with the family like this?"

Mu Song knew that before going to university, An Heng had a good relationship with his family, especially his gentle and loving mother.

During the summer vacation after An Heng's college entrance examination, Mu Song was invited to his house as a guest, and he was very impressed with An Heng's mother, because she was almost the image of a perfect mother in Mu Song's mind.

Beautiful, gentle, and generous, she is friendly and courteous to the aunts who help at home, and I can't even imagine her talking loudly.

Mu Song felt that An Heng's temperament was largely inherited from his mother.

So it can be imagined how uncomfortable An Heng felt when he had no contact with such a mother for more than ten years.

"Actually, it's not completely unconnected. I've met my mother a few times over the years, but every time she sees me, she cries. I..."

An Heng paused, lowered his head, so that Mu Song could not see his red eye circles, but he couldn't hide his deep sadness.

"Senior..."

Mu Song opened his mouth, trying to persuade An Heng, but found that he didn't know what to say.

This matter was originally unsolvable.

Being changed by his father for the college entrance examination and studying a major that he had no interest in at all, Mu Song can understand An Heng's insistence on his heart.

But the side effects brought about by this are undoubtedly an extremely huge emotional debt for a very filial person like An Heng.

This kind of dilemma cannot be solved by a few light words of relief, so Mu Song could only watch An Heng quietly and slowly recover by himself.

"Hey, it's true. After thirty, people become more and more susceptible. Xiao Song, cherish your time starting with the word 'two'."

An Heng raised his face, and it was that gentle smiling face again, but there were bloodshot eyes, and there were still traces of the passing of the storm.

"In a few years, my younger brother and sister will graduate from college next year, and my parents have hope. Maybe they won't miss me so much. When the time comes, I'll go back and give in. Maybe it's over."

Mu Song looked at An Heng, not knowing what to say, he could only nod his head in agreement.

Just as they were talking, the sushi pot was packed, and An Heng and Mu Song each carried a bag of things, and went back to Mu Song's house.

"Oh, yes, Xiao Song, a mansion."

As soon as he entered the door, An Heng looked around and patted Mu Song on the shoulder.

"Well, it's okay. I originally bought it for the elderly, so I wanted to be as comfortable as possible. I didn't expect to live in it earlier."

Mu Song changed his shoes, found a pair of slippers for An Heng, took the ingredients from his hands, and took them into the kitchen.

"Senior, please sit back on the sofa first. If you want to drink water, pour it yourself. The cup is under the water dispenser. I'll put the hot pot on first."

While cleaning the electric hot pot that he hadn't used for a long time, Mu Song explained to An Heng, but An Heng also followed into the kitchen without noticing.

"Let me help you get the vegetables out."

An Heng washed his hands, took out seven or eight plates from the disinfection cabinet, plated the meat and vegetables brought back from the store one by one, and brought them to Mu Song's long dining table to set them up.

Mu Song cleaned up the electric hot pot, brought it to the dining table, connected it to the electricity, poured the soup base into the pot, closed the lid, and sat down with An Heng, waiting for the pot to boil.

"Xiao Song, I never asked before, what kind of work are you doing now?"

An Heng rested his chin and looked at the bricks and tiles of Mu Song's house with great interest, obviously thinking about what kind of job can earn such a living environment.

Mu Song hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to tell the truth.

After all, An Heng knew his interests very well, and he would not be surprised that he finally embarked on the path of writing.

Sure enough, as he expected, An Heng was not only not surprised, but even very happy.

"Hey, you are the live-action version of 'Dreams Come into Reality'! Back then, there were so many people in our club, and you were probably the only one who insisted on this path in the end."

An Heng smiled and looked at Mu Song with indescribable relief, as if his own dream had come true.

"Hey, I'm not serious literature. I just use words to tell stories and entertain the public."

Mu Song was a little embarrassed, and nodded slightly, avoiding An Heng's admiring gaze.

"It's not easy to tell a good story these days, besides, I believe in you, what you write must contain what you have always believed in.

There is love in the heart, light in the eyes, and the words written by the pen are naturally warm. "

"Senior..."

Mu Song raised his head, met An Heng's gaze, and felt a spring-like warm current in his chest.

In the past ten years, he has gained fame and fortune through his writing, and he has also gained the love of thousands of readers, but he has never received the affirmation of his three-dimensional network, let alone An Heng, whom he respected and admired since he was a child.

This kind of affirmation is like a kindergarten kid who receives a little red flower from his favorite teacher for the first time. Even Mu Song, who has written tens of millions of words, cannot find the right words to express his excitement. described.

So, just like that, looking at An Heng with grateful eyes, but unable to say a word, it was An Heng who found the rhythm of eating.

"Oh, let's talk too much. The soup is ready. Hurry up and get the food. I'm really hungry."

This time, without Lu Yuan making trouble, the meal was very harmonious, not only recalling the past, but also looking forward to the future.

"It's really good. I didn't expect that after going around and going around, we have all come to this road."

Satisfied with wine and food, An Heng patted Mu Song on the shoulder in relief, and kindly invited him to participate in a research project he conducted in Northern Europe during the winter vacation.

"Ah, I'm afraid I can't. For the postgraduate entrance examination, I stopped updating for half a year and promised readers that I will start a new article during the winter vacation..."

Mu Song was a little embarrassed.

"Oh, that's it, then forget it, anyway, there will be opportunities in the future, and the future will last forever."

An Heng looked at Mu Song with confidence and expectation in his eyes.

Mu Song was encouraged, and his mood was surging. He raised his glass and expressed his gratitude to An Heng again. By the way, he wished him all the best for his trip to Northern Europe.

Afterwards, they chatted while drinking, and talked for a long time. By the time Mu Song sent An Heng out, it was almost midnight.

"Don't send it away, I will go back by myself."

An Heng wanted to persuade Mu Song to stay, but Mu Song insisted on sending An Heng to a taxi. After all, it was so late and An Heng drank a lot of alcohol, so his walking was a bit unsteady.

So, as soon as Lu Yuan came out of the elevator, he saw Mu Song standing at the entrance of the elevator supporting the slightly drunk An Heng, very ambiguous.

Mu Song: ...

At this point, seeing Lu Yuan in such a state, Mu Song really did not expect it.

Thinking of his behavior of releasing pigeons in the afternoon, Mu Song was already a little guilty, and when he met Lu Yuan's fiery eyes, his guilty conscience expanded several times in an instant, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Lu Yuan seemed to have drank too much, and he staggered out of the elevator, and stood in front of the two of them, his eyes were murderously cold, but he didn't say a word.