C2 Mu Xinyi's Love

In the morning, when a ray of gentle sunlight shone into the house from the window, the birds started to sing their song and Zhang Song woke up from the birdsong to do his daily chores.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Zhang Song went to the kitchen to light a fire and cook. After doing all of the household chores, Zhang Song and his mother enjoyed a simple breakfast together.

After breakfast, he cleaned up the dishes, bid farewell to his mother and quickly drove to school with a bicycle that was neither new nor old. Zhang Song lived in a remote place, and had to do some housework for his mother in the morning. Every day, he would wake up an hour earlier than others, in order to not be late for school.

After arriving at the school, he parked the car and headed straight for his class without stopping.

"Xiao Jiu, you came quite early today." A long-faced man, who was around 1.67 metres tall, greeted Zhang Song, who was walking towards his seat.

As he sat down on his seat, Zhang Song said with a cold expression on his face, "Bao Hanyong, this is the sixty-seventh time I'm warning you, call me Zhang Song, stop calling me Little Jiu Jiu, be careful of my falling out with you." The man who tried to strike up a conversation with Zhang Song was called Bao Hanyong, and was one of the sworn brothers like Su Xiang.

That day, the eight of them became sworn brothers with different surnames in front of the Second Master Guan. At that time, in order to be fair, they were ranked according to their age. In that case, no one had any reason to say that it wasn't fair. Unhappy? You were born too late. Thus, Big Brother's seat was undoubtedly taken away by the nineteen "old age" Zhang Fei. Second Brother Zhang Jun, Third Brother Zhou Xinmin, Fourth Brother Zhang Han, Fifth Brother Zuo Zhixing, Su Xiang was the eighth oldest amongst them, while Bao Hanyong was the seventh oldest. Originally, there were nine sworn brothers, but because Tang Yanwen moved and transferred to another school, he missed out. However, Zhang Song and the rest of the eight included him as well, so the title of sixth brother fell to Tang Yanwen, who did not appear this time.

The man who was called Bao Hanyong knew that Zhang Song was joking with him, but he didn't continue to call Xiao Jiu "Zhang Song, listen to me in the morning, you're going out recently, is that true?"

Zhang Song did not deny it, but he did not answer either. He only tilted his head and stared coldly at Su Xiang. If his eyes could turn into a blade, Su Xiang would have been killed by Zhang Song several tens of times over, "You talk too much, if anything happens to you then there's no secret. Just watch how I'll deal with you after school."

Su Xiang and Bao Hanyong who were originally intending to watch a good show, suddenly had beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. It was not because of Zhang Song's words, but was because of his cold and unfamiliar sharp eyes.

Without waiting for Su Xiang to explain, Zhang Song said seriously: "That's right. If there are no surprises, I will be going out in the next two weeks."

At this time, Zhang Fei, who had been immersed in reading novels, raised his head and suddenly asked: "Is it because of the fees? But you also know, the outside world isn't as simple as you and me think. There's no relationship, no education, no qualifications, it's very difficult to get a foothold in society, it's even very easy for people to get it into the market.

Zhang Jun and the rest also nodded their heads to show that Zhang Fei was right.

Zhang Song smiled secretly, and said indifferently: "I know you guys are worried about me, but I am not young now, and it is time for me to go outside and take a look. The stage here is too small, and the Great Thousand World outside is our real stage, don't worry, I will take good care of myself, I only have a favor I need your help with, and after I leave, you guys can help me take care of my mother as much as you can."

Everyone knew that Zhang Song was already prepared to leave. Without saying a word, they all silently congratulated their brother who was very sensible and filial.

What was brotherhood? It was a blessing and concern that came from time to time. Although there were no words, the tacit understanding of the heart was the best way to express it.

"Don't worry, take good care of yourself outside. We're here at home." At this moment, Zhang Fei and the rest of the seven promised at the same time.

After a mere "En", Zhang Song no longer said anything else. This was because he knew that the word 'thank you' was unnecessary and foreign to the eight of them. What is a friend? What was a brother? This was a friend, this was a brother. They didn't need any words to decorate him, everything was so natural.

With the ringing of the bell, day after day of work — learning — began with their conversation.

So they repeated their daily lives, their studies, their fights.

The sun was setting in the west, and the day was about to go.

At this time, it was already the last class of the afternoon. According to the school's rules, there was a class meeting on Monday afternoon of every week, but the school's principal, in order to raise the school's promotion rate and improve the school's reputation, specifically stipulated that, if nothing major happened, the class would be changed to a self-study session every week.

In the self-study class, Zhang Fei spent an entire day's time before he finally finished reading the neither thin nor thick novel in his hands. Closing the book, Zhang Fei suddenly said: "The football competition starts today, today seems to be class one against six, tomorrow will be class one against seven, are you guys ready?"

Zhang Jun asked with full of confidence: "Class Seven? I can guarantee that before the end of the half, Class 7 will be completely defeated, and that the champion of the football league will only be us, Class 2. "

Zhang Han and the rest all agreed, and started to chat. However, none of them noticed that Zhang Song had taken the book and left his seat, and arrived at the last empty seat in the classroom, as they did not know what he had said to the girl. After the girl finished listening, she moved herself a little, and Zhang Song sat down, putting down the book. The girl looked at him from time to time. She wanted to say something, but the words would not come out of her mouth. It was as if she didn't want to disturb his silence. Care? Or did he hate the fact that he was using class time to sleep? Only she knew, but who could she tell?

Only until Zhang Fei and the others touched upon the topic of Zhang Song, did they realise that Zhang Song was not in his seat. Only then did they look up, and discovered that Zhang Song was sleeping in the most front corner, and they did not wake him up to chat, but instead allowed him to continue sleeping like this. Sighing, they continued their conversation, but this time, their voices were much softer, as they were afraid that their voices were too loud, and that they had woken Zhang Song up from his slumber.

This sleep went on for a long time, or at least that was what Zhang Song thought. The bell did not wake him from his sleep until the end of the class. The students would meet each other in groups to eat at the originally noisy time after class. Perhaps it was because of the fear of the masses, but today, because of the fact that Zhang Song was sleeping soundly, the originally noisy sounds had also disappeared without a trace. Perhaps it was because of the people being afraid, but after all, people were famous in the academy for fighting, and there were even rumors that they were often together with the gangsters outside. Not only were they in the same class, but they also saw that they were not allowed to receive torture themselves, so they carefully left the classroom.

Zhang Fei and the rest initially wanted to wake Zhang Song up so they could eat together. Maybe it was out of concern, but the girl beside Zhang Song stopped them in time and called them away quietly, allowing Zhang Song to continue sleeping. Everyone looked at the girl who was class monitor and then looked at Zhang Song who was sleeping soundly. They were speechless and quietly queued up to leave, leaving only Zhang Song and the girl in the classroom.

The girl's name was Mu Xinyi and her temperament was cold, like an orchid in a valley. At this moment, she wasn't angry because Zhang Song's sleep had delayed her time to eat.

He had long hair that was mixed with traces of white hair. Perhaps it was because of the lack of nutrition, but his face was slightly pale. His handsome face combined with his slightly thin body all showed that he was a handsome man. Carefully staring at the peaceful and handsome youth, the young girl's heart didn't feel a pinch. Was it because she doted on the youth beside her? Or sympathy? It was hard to explain.

She asked herself if he had broken into her heart. Why was it that whenever she saw him, her heart would be moved? Why did his heart, which was as calm as water, throb at his appearance? But did he know that I loved him silently in my heart? Every time she saw him having fun with his girlfriend, she felt the urge to bleed. Sometimes she even imagined that the girl in his arms was her. She still clearly remembered that day a year ago, at noon, he suddenly walked in front of her and kissed her. Although his actions made her blush, she was very happy and even wanted to hug him. Every time she went out to fight, she worried about him, worried that he would get hurt. The last time she saw him actually fighting with someone over someone who didn't even love him, she felt a pain in her heart, but more than that, she was worried that he would get hurt again. Seeing him get beaten up so badly made her want to go up and stop him. When she saw him finally abandon the girl he loved in front of the whole school, she was very happy and thought she would have a chance to be with him again, but she didn't think that ever since, he would completely freeze her heart apart from those so-called brothers of his. He didn't want to talk to anyone too much, and he changed, just like a walking corpse who had lost its soul. However, her heart had never changed. Even now, she still silently loved him from the side as usual.

It was an infinitely gentle strand of Zhang Song's hair that was messy because she was sleeping. Mu Xinyi's eyes shone with a teary light as she softly told Zhang Song, "My whole life, I have yearned to be well-kept, properly laid down, and carefully preserved. Free me from shock, free me from suffering, free me from wandering around, free me from nothing to rely on. And that person I have found, is my beloved you. But why can't you find out how much I love you? Do you know, even though I love you deeply, the exhaustion of love, the pain of love, I still love you just as much as I did before. "

The originally sleeping Zhang Song seemed to have heard Mu Xinyi's confession, as his body slightly moved. He was so frightened that Mu Xinyi hurriedly wiped away the tears on his face, and casually picked up a book to cover up his loss of composure.

Just as Mu Xinyi was finishing his work of concealing his identity, Zhang Song woke up in time. He swept his eyes across the classroom which only and him were in, and it seemed as if he was talking to but also talking to himself, "It's almost time for class to end."

The speaker has no heart, the listener has no heart. Mu Xinyi thought that Zhang Song was talking to her, and her sweet tongue lightly said, "Yeah, they already went to eat, you have already slept for an hour and a half."

Zhang Song tilted his head and looked at this year's school belle up close. He suddenly said, "What's wrong, have you cried? Your eyes are red. "

Mu Xinyi did his best to cover it up and lied, "No, no, it's just that a bug flew into my eye just now. It hurt."

Zhang Song nodded and took the initiative to change the topic, saying: "You've slept here for so long, so it should delay your time to eat. What are you eating for, it just so happens that I want to go down and bring it back for you."

Mu Xinyi's heart was filled with sweetness, thinking to himself, Is he concerned about me? Although he had changed, he was still as considerate and considerate as before. She shook her head at Zhang Song and said gently, "I'm not hungry yet, so there's no need to trouble you. I'll buy some bread after dinner."

Zhang Song saw her shake her head, she frowned and did not allow Mu Xinyi to object: "I will go and buy you some bread." With that, he prepared to stand up.

Mu Xinyi had always deeply loved the lonely Zhang Song, but would she receive his love? Was Zhang Song really unaware of her love, or did he pretend that he didn't know? Could Zhang Song give her a complete relationship? Could you draw a perfect end to the love hidden for more than a year?