Exclusive Memory Chapter 10 Part 3

 At night, I sat cross-legged on the sofa and listened to him tell a lot of stories, even some experiences of his parents. His father was returning from studying in the United States and was teaching at University A, during which time he met his mother.

"How did they meet?" I asked.

He seemed a bit regretful about mentioning this topic, but he couldn't help my curiosity, so he replied slowly: "My mother was his student at the time."

For a moment, I froze.

He also said: "My mother was said to be bold and aggressive when she was young, but my father was more conservative even though he had studied abroad, so in the end it took many years before the two got married."

He used two simple sentences to bring this story to the past, specifically how bold Mu's mother was, how traditional Mu's father was, and how the two finally got married, but he didn't mention it again.

"And after?"

"Later, they divorced." He said calmly.

After I heard this, I opened my mouth, but didn't say a word. I always thought that it was because of Mu's father's death that Mu Chenghe's single parent situation was caused, but I didn't expect that this relationship would end before that.

"After they got married, my mother started to work in politics, and my father continued to be a scholar in the research institute, basically isolated from the world. At first, there were quarrels and separation, and then they got divorced."

"Why?"

"I think there may be many aspects, such as social relations, personality traits, life goals, and family backgrounds. All these things intersect to produce such a result."

After a while, he said: "Also, it may be because of me." There was a vague sense of self-blame.

"What does it have to do with you?" I gasped.

"I had that disease when I was five years old, and my adults took me to seek medical treatment. It is very rare for children to get this disease, and the doctor said that it may be passed down from generation to generation. Because my grandfather was also deaf in his prime, my mother complained that it was Grandpa passed it on to me."

"My father got angry at the time, saying that his mother's natal family had always looked down on him, and that the child followed her surname Mu, and now that he has problems, he will be blamed."

"Using this as a trigger, they separated. My mother was too busy, so I lived with my father."

"Once when I was playing by the pool in the school library, I fell into the water when I fell ill and almost drowned."

"Soon they left."

His tone was extremely light, and when I heard it suddenly, I thought he was telling someone else's story.

"How old were you then?" I asked

"Ten years old."

In the darkness, under the light of night, I saw Mu Chenghe glance in the direction of the door of the house intentionally or unintentionally, his lids seemed to be covered with a layer of sadness as light as a mist, almost transparent. At this time, I didn't know that behind this story, there was a memory that Mu Chenghe dared not look directly at for the rest of his life.

Even with my doubts in my chest, I don't want to ask any more. Unexpectedly, as he approached his thirties, these past events still made him feel grudges. So what is his position now? He lives in the house left by his father, keeps a distance from his mother, no matter where he is mentioned, it is only Mu Chenghe, not his mother's son.

Before going to bed, the call finally came. The sudden light brought us back to the real world. I narrowed my eyes somewhat uncomfortably.

Before returning to the room, Mu Chenghe suddenly said: "Xue Tong, did I tell you that I actually have a younger sister?"

I hesitated, "...No."

"My mother remarried later, and she was my stepfather's daughter, the same age as you."

In the morning, the sky after the storm was as clear as blue.

Today is the last day of the agreement with Mu Chenghe, should we go or not?

"You were quite determined at first, why did you retreat today. Did he do something to you last night?" Bai Lin asked ambiguously.

"You womanizer," I said.

"Why am I a womanizer? You both kissed. It's normal to develop something. Lonely men and widows. Is there? Is there?"

"No!" I pleaded.

"Oh—" Bai Lin sighed in frustration, "Did he tell you not to leave yesterday?"

"……No."

"Then why are you hesitating, you can leave quickly. If he doesn't like you, find a place to go down as soon as possible. If he likes you," Bai Lin smiled evilly, "then you left on purpose, just to make him die of anger!"

After thinking about it, I felt that although Bai Lin was as heartless as me, what she said was quite right. I'll give myself a way out as soon as possible. I messed around at home for a while, and cleaned up the living room for him while doing so.

I don't know where he brought back a bottle of red wine the other day, and he casually put it on the shoe cabinet in the entrance. I'm not good at wine and don't know what to put it. I just remember that there was a waist-length cabinet next to the dining table, and it seemed that the wine was placed in it.

After opening the cabinet door, beside several vodka bottles, I saw a small rectangular cardboard box. The cut surface is diamond-shaped, and there is a circle of deep purple around the waist of the gray-white box, which is simple but exquisite. I thought it was a small-capacity foreign wine box, so I took it out curiously to have a look. Only then did I realize that it wasn't wine at all, but a bottle of perfume. After reaching this conclusion, my heart suddenly became cold. It was the first time I found it in his house, something for women.

I've never bought anything like this. Firstly, I have no interest at all, and secondly, I don’t have the ability. A small bottle can cost me a month or two of living expenses. Zhao Xiaotang used it a lot in the past. She never buys them herself, they are all given by this brother or that brother.

In Zhao Xiaotang's words: "When a man doesn't know what gift to prepare for a woman, it is right to give diamonds or incense. The former has a higher consumption threshold, and the latter should be more popular."

At that time, Bai Lin gave her a disdainful look: "I think you have to be a nun or you have to be a nun. It's a complete epiphany. No matter what romantic and touching things, as long as they are said through your mouth, they will be vulgar."

The box has never been opened, judging from the corner where it was just now, it should have been there for some days. What kind of opposite sex does he want to send? Why did he buy it and put it here ? Did he never have a chance, or did he never get in touch with that person because I was stuck here recently?

I remembered what Bai Lin said, did he use you as a substitute? Mu Chenghe said, I have a younger sister who is the same age as you. These two sentences kept spinning in my mind over and over again. I know that I have watched too many TV series, and my imagination has been successfully stimulated, and they are all bloody and shocking plots. However, the more I thought about it, the more I felt an indescribable emotional depression in my chest. After carefully putting the perfume back, I went back to my room and continued to pack my luggage.

He came back before noon, brought the ingredients, and said to me for the first time: "I'll make fish for you to eat." After saying that, he went to look through the recipes in the bookcase with great interest. While looking, making it.

After a while, the aroma wafted from the kitchen.

"Xue Tong, eat." He said, and put two dishes on the dining table, just in time to see me put the toothbrush and daily necessities in the bathroom back into my luggage bag.

His eyelashes fluttered , and he repeated, "It's time to eat."

I'm not picky eaters, I can eat whatever other people do, but I still can't deny that the plate of fish is quite delicious, a little sweet and a little sour, which is the taste I usually like.

"Have you contacted the dormitory over there?" He asked.

"Well. I live with another new female teacher, and we will be training together next week." I buried my head in my meal.

"Is there anything missing?"

"There is no requirement, just bring what you want from home."

"When are you going to leave?" He asked again.

When I heard this, I felt a little uncomfortable. The rice was stuffed in my mouth, I chewed a few mouthfuls, and said angrily, "I'll leave after eating."

"I'll send you."

"No need." I agreed too.

After eating, I rushed to pick up the bowls and chopsticks, washed them clean two or three times, and then packed the rest of my luggage.

The atmosphere is dignified.

I sorted everything into two big bags and put them in the entrance, and then I started changing shoes. Mu Chenghe watched me scurry around motionlessly, and finally came over and bent down to lift things for me. I wanted to get the bag back from his hand. However, he didn't let go. After a little stubborn push from me, he relented.

I bid farewell: "Teacher Mu, goodbye." After finishing speaking, I went to pull the door.

The moment the lock was pulled and the crack of the door opened, he stretched out his hand and pulled the door back vigorously, only to hear a "bang", and it was locked firmly.

I was a little taken aback by this sudden change. There was thin anger in his eyes, his lips were tightly pressed, and the roots of his ears were red. It was the first time in my life that I saw him angry, but I didn't expect the object of his anger to be me.

I said, "I'll disappear right away, and I won't be able to anger you again."

But he suddenly asked me: "Xue Tong, what do you want from me?"

I was taken aback.

Even if he's angry, he can't be unreasonable, can he?

I retorted to him: "What do I want? It's you who want me to go. You kissed me first, then ignored me, and it was you who avoided me all day. It seems that the person who looks at me for a second more is still you.”

The more I talked, the more resentful I felt, and finally I couldn't help calling him by name: "Mu Chenghe, I still want to ask, what exactly do you want?"

He was taken aback by what I said, and the anger on his face was replaced by another expression, "I..." Still nothing.

I waved my hand, lifted his arm and said, "I'm leaving." Then I went to open the door again.

This time, he was even faster than before, stopped my movement, then held me up with his body, and kissed me down abruptly, his teeth hit my lips, causing a sharp pain. I wanted to turn my head away, but his jaw was clamped by him, and I couldn't move at all. The harder I struggled, the tighter he stuck. At this time, I realized that a man's strength can be so much stronger than a woman's.

His breath came through his kiss overwhelmingly, fiercely. It was completely different from the first kiss, not even from the usual him, so domineering that it almost made me dizzy.

Time seemed to stop.

I don't know how long it took before he let me go, but still face to face, nose to nose, I pressed my slightly congested lips and looked straight at him expressionlessly. So did he. In this way, we stared at each other for a long time, until each other's breathing gradually stabilized, I finally couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

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