The steel straight man reborn never bends

For the remaining few days of military training, although Mo Nanfei’s body seemed to be run over by a bullock cart, his mood was very light. Looking at the sky, the sky is blue, looking at the clouds, the clouds are white, and even looking at the rain, he thinks the rain is cute of.

However, such a good mood came to an abrupt end after returning home.

Mo Nanfei stood blankly at the entrance, looking at his father who was sitting on the sofa, and because of his own rebirth, he also came back from the dead, feeling as if a basin of ice water had been poured on his head, and his whole body was chilling.

Although all the way back, he was doing psychological construction for this reunion, but it was really face to face. Those emotions that had been buried deep in his heart for many years broke through the confinement in less than a second, scrambling to rise up, completely unaffected. under his control.

As if a century had passed, he called out with difficulty: "Dad..."

Mo Guodong was stunned, and slowly raised his eyes from the newspaper, his eyes were full of surprise, and he said in an even more unnatural tone than Mo Nanfei: "...I'm back."

Mo Nanfei clenched his fists, said "Mm", lowered his eyes to avoid Mo Guodong's gaze, went straight to the stairs, and quickly walked up to his room.

The moment the door closed, Mo Nanfei was like a punctured balloon, slumping and sitting on the wooden floor, staring blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar bedroom, without moving a muscle.

After a long time, a very old-fashioned ringtone suddenly came from the purse.

Taking out an antique Nokia slider phone, Mo Nanfei hesitated for a moment as he saw the three characters "Ji Mingxi" flashing on the screen, and pressed to hang up.

The bell rang again, and he continued to hang up.

"Are you an automatic caller?" Mo Nanfei finally couldn't help cursing in a low voice after eight rounds of back and forth between you and me.

He stood up, walked to the desk, opened the second lower left drawer according to his memory, fumbled to find a hand-sewn cloth sandbag, weighed it in his hand with satisfaction, and walked out the window with a smile on his mouth.

In front of the window sill, Ji Mingxi stood silently, tapping his phone unconsciously with his clean and slender fingers, and what appeared between his brows and eyes was a depression far beyond his age.

"boom!"

A UFO suddenly hit the window glass in front of his eyes.

Ji Mingxi lowered his head, looked down, and saw Mo Nanfei squatting on the low wall, smiling and waving at himself, waving with enthusiasm, causing his whole body to sway from side to side.

Ji Mingxi's eyes tightened, he turned around and walked out of the study, quickly walked down the spiral staircase, and went straight to the door.

Ji's mother poked her head out of the kitchen when she heard the sound, and shouted loudly: "Dinner is coming soon, why are you going?"

Ji Mingxi didn't turn his head back: "Have dinner."

Mother Ji: "..." Who said her son has a high IQ?

As soon as he went out, Ji Mingxi slowed down again, first picked up the cloth sandbags left in the courtyard, put them in his pocket, and then walked towards Mo Nanfei at a leisurely pace.

"Hacking my stuff in front of my face, you're crazy enough." Mo Nanfei jumped down coolly, and landed firmly in front of Ji Mingxi.

"Did I tell you not to climb the wall?" Ji Mingxi asked coldly.

"It's such a short wall, even if it falls..." Mo Nanfei stopped talking halfway through.

On New Year's Eve in his junior year, he was drunk outside, wandered to the door of Ji Mingxi's house for some reason, and habitually climbed up the wall, humming an out-of-key tune, and doing two-step dances. One step, but he stepped on the air and broke his bone on the spot - almost fainted Ji Ming who rushed out after hearing the movement.

Thinking of this past, Mo Nanfei gave a dry cough and changed the subject: "Why are you calling me?"

Ji Mingxi stared into his eyes, and asked rhetorically, "Why are you hanging up on me?"

Mo Nanfei turned his eyes away: "I just happen to be on the way to your house, so I won't waste your phone bill."

Ji Mingxi did not continue to ask.

"I'm afraid you forgot to treat me to a barbecue, so I'll call you to remind you." He said flatly.

"You are really considerate." Mo Nanfei rolled his eyes over, "Let's go, let's treat you to dinner now, okay?"

"Okay." Ji Mingxi was very straightforward.

In the previous summer in H City, as soon as the sun set in the west, food stalls popped up one after another, occupying the streets and alleys. No matter where you went, you could smell the slanderous cumin smell.

Mo Nanfei sat on a cheap red plastic stool, looking around with great interest, his eyes full of nostalgia.

Ji Mingxi, who was on the opposite side, placed the order familiarly, while observing Mo Nanfei calmly.

Ji Mingxi, "No green onions, slightly spicy. Let's add a pinch of iced sour plum soup."

Mo Nanfei was concentrating on watching the shop owner turn over the kebabs. He waved his hand and said dissatisfiedly, "What kind of sour plum soup do you guys drink, at least it must be beer!"

Ji Mingxi didn't even bother, and said with a final word: "Here's the sour plum soup."

The waiter was obviously very discerning, and he could tell at a glance which of the two people's words were more effective. He nodded and smiled at Ji Mingxi, picked up the menu, and strode away.

Mo Nanfei was unhappy: "I am the one paying the bill, why should I listen to you?"

Ji Mingxi took Mo Nanfei's tableware, unpacked it slowly, rinsed it carefully with tea, and pushed it back to Mo Nanfei's phone.

Mo Nanfei looked at the disposable bowl with dripping water, and the days before his death gradually appeared in his mind.

In order to take care of him who was old and homeless, Ji Mingxi resolutely abandoned his career and life, and stayed by his hospital bed 24 hours a day, bringing him water and feeding him.

Catching up with his sudden nausea, Ji Mingxi even picked up his vomit with his hands.Changing places, he didn't even have the confidence to make it this far.And Ji Mingxi didn't even feel impatient once, let alone disgusted.

He had liver cancer, which was already at an advanced stage when he was discovered, and the cancer cells spread like a party.

Although the level of medical treatment has achieved leaps and bounds after decades, no matter how strong the manpower is, it cannot be against the sky after all.

Aging and death are the oldest laws of nature.

People, it’s easy to heal the scars and forget the pain—once you are reborn, you forget how you died in a blink of an eye.

"Forget it, forget it, treat you to dinner, you can eat and drink whatever you want, everything is up to you!" Mo Nanfei said proudly.

Ji Mingxi didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, peeled the salted peanuts, and asked lightly, "Is your father at home?"

Mo Nanfei froze the hand he stretched out to snatch the peanuts.

Ji Mingxi's eyes dimmed: "Has he been drinking?"

Mo Nanfei snatched Ji Mingxi's peeled peanuts, threw them into his mouth, and said nonchalantly, "He's going to fly to Paris tomorrow, taking more than 300 lives, so he wouldn't dare to drink it if he borrowed his guts."

Ji Mingxi pursed his lips.

"What kind of expression do you have?" Mo Nanfei smiled and said, "I'm happier when he's not at home, no one cares about playing games all night!"

Ji Mingxi looked up at Mo Nanfei, and invited him in a declarative tone: "Come to my house for lunch tomorrow."

Mo Nanfei's smile faltered: "No need, your mother wants to cry when she sees me..."

"It doesn't matter whether she cries or not, the important thing is," Ji Mingxi said with an expressionless face, in a tone without ups and downs, "I want to laugh when I see you."

Mo Nanfei: "..." Then you are laughing...

At noon the next day, Ji Mingxi visited the door in person and invited Mo Nanfei to his home.

"Hey! My dear, my poor little one!" Seeing Mo Nanfei, Ji's mother immediately rushed up and rubbed him into her arms.

Ji's mother has a strong body and amazing arm strength. Mo Nanfei was so strangled that his face was red and his neck was thick, but he didn't dare to struggle, so he could only wink at Ji Ming crazily.

Ji Ming stepped forward calmly, flipped his wrist, lightly relieved Ji Mu's strength, pulled Mo Nanfei behind him to protect him, and said coldly, "I smell the smell."

Mother Ji screamed and rushed back to the kitchen like a whirlwind.

Mo Nanfei collapsed on the sofa and let out a breath of fear.

Ji Mingxi picked up the fruit plate on the coffee table and handed it to Mo Nanfei.

Mo Nanfei was not polite, picked out a piece of the most ripe red dragon fruit, put it in his mouth, and asked casually, "Where did your father go?"

Ji Mingxi sat down next to Mo Nanfei, turned his head to look at him, and replied, "Vietnam."

Ji Mingxi's father is engaged in import and export trade, and stays in Southeast Asia all the year round, and basically only returns home during the holidays.Although they get together less and leave more, their marriage with Ji's mother has never hit the rocks. The two of them, one on the outside and the other on the inside, understand and tolerate each other, and they grow old together like this.

"God is too partial, can you be happier, kid?" Mo Nanfei was so jealous.

"Yeah." Ji Mingxi nodded slightly, "I can be happier." As he spoke, his eyes gradually moved down, and fell on Mo Nanfei's lips that were stained red with juice.

Mo Nanfei's heart skipped a beat, and he moved away a little without showing a trace.

Ji Mingxi withdrew his gaze, picked up a piece of dragon fruit with a calm expression, took a bite, chewed quietly, then licked the corner of his lips, and asked, "Will you go swimming in the afternoon?"

"Swimming..." Mo Nanfei hesitated.

Going to the swimming pool with Ji Mingxi is a very normal thing - before he knew anything.

And now, even though he had figured it out that he would never give up on Ji Mingxi, a good brother, no matter what, the knot in his heart wasn't that he could just let it go and disappear without a trace.

What's more, it's still in this... weird atmosphere.

No matter how you think about it, it feels awkward.

But maybe it was really just a whim?

Ji Mingxi looked at Mo Nanfei who had a troubled expression on his face, turned on his phone, opened a text message, and handed it to him right under his nose.

"Hu Jing asked me to go swimming. I've thought about it for a long time, and I think it's better to invite you together." Ji Mingxi explained, his eyes flickering just right, and his tone of awkwardness just right.

Mo Nanfei's eyes widened suddenly, and when he looked at his phone, it was a text message from Hu Jing.

……I see.

Fortunately, he didn't allow himself to overdo it and react too much, otherwise he would be ashamed and lose face.

In order to hide his shame, Mo Nanfei patted Ji Mingxi on the shoulder, and said with an awkward smile, "You, Ji Mingxi, have a day of cowardice too."

Ji Mingxi caressed his thin lips: "I like to proceed step by step."