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Chapter 522 The Boy in the Attic
Mo Lin clumsily grabbed two chopsticks and looked at her in bewilderment.

Su Mu held his hand again, "Look, put your index finger here, your thumb here, and your other fingers under here...just move like this when you're pinching something, try it out ?”

Mo Lin did as he said. Although it was the first time he had come into contact with chopsticks, he was very gifted in learning. The first time he used it in practice was still unfamiliar, but the second and third time... It gets better every time you use it.

She sincerely admired, "Mo Lin, you are really amazing, you can learn so quickly."

Mo Lin can be said to be a model of not being surprised by favor or humiliation. No matter whether others beat him or Su Mu praised him, he can keep his face unchanged, and he doesn't even move his eyelids.

Mo Lin, a young man, seems to have a kind of elegance and nobility in his bones. His every move seems to be admired. While watching him eat, Su Mu couldn't help asking: "Didn't it be agreed that I will take Did you leave together? Why did you decide not to leave later?"

"This is my home, I like it here." Because his voice was too cold, it obviously made people feel that this sentence was perfunctory, but his perfunctory performance was too obvious, and people began to bear it again. I can't help but doubt myself.

Su Mu's forehead twitched. If Mo Lin was a patient in this hospital, then she couldn't help but wonder if Mo Lin had some kind of masochistic mental illness. Otherwise, how could he say that this is his home? Like the bullshit here?

She restrained her desire to complain, and then persuaded earnestly: "Molin, people here treat you badly, why don't I take you out of here?"

"Not good." Mo Lin finished eating, put the box and chopsticks aside, and said solemnly: "I am only suitable for living alone, and living in groups is not suitable for me."

Su Mu was speechless.

Mo Lin suddenly asked Su Mu, "Can you write?"

"I can."

"Then teach me how to write."

In this hospital, there is no one to teach him common sense, let alone someone who has nothing to do to teach him how to read and learn from books.

Su Mu was stunned for a while in front of this sudden sentence, she grabbed his hand and said, "I didn't bring paper and pen, why not... I'll teach you how to spell your own name first?"

He nodded, feeling the slight itch in the palm of his hand, the subtle itching penetrated into the blood through the skin, and then flowed all over the body with the blood, faintly making people feel that something was wrong with him, and his mood seemed to be affected by this mysterious feeling dominate.

"M-O-R-I-N..." Su Mu said slowly, "Morin, this is your name."

He looked down at his palm and remained silent.

Su Mu asked again: "Can you write now?"

He nodded, imitating her appearance, holding one of her hands, and slowly spelling "Morin" on her palm.

Su Mu said with a smile: "You are really good, you can write something that you have only read once."

"Where's your name?" He asked, "How should you write it in your own language?"

"This one is a bit difficult..." Su Mu slowly wrote the word "Su Mu" in his palm, "Our characters are not spelled with letters. For you, writing should be more difficult."

"I practice every day."

Su Mu nodded, "Well, if you practice every day, you will write your name well."

"I will practice every day..." He slowly clenched his open palm into a fist, "write your name."

Su Mu was stunned.

(End of this chapter)