noffsinger Chapter 137 Goodbye
Chapter 137 Goodbye
Mu Yuanming took off his clothes and looked at himself in the mirror.
He has countless tiny scars on his body, mostly on his shoulders and arms, and some on his cheeks—fortunately, most of them have healed over time, leaving only faint marks.
A small portion is located above the shoulder or arm, and is difficult to notice without close inspection.
He looked at them a few more times, but couldn't remember where the scars came from at all...
After drying himself off, he returned to the living room, draped in a bath towel, and watched He Jingtang and Yan Xun walk out of the balcony together.
Mu Yuanming stopped in his tracks.
He Jingtang avoided eye contact; the person he had just mentioned on the balcony was here, and he still felt somewhat uneasy.
Yan Xun seemed perfectly normal, and even asked Mu Yuanming, "Your arm isn't wet, is it?"
"I just dried myself off with a towel," Mu Yuanming said. "I didn't take a shower."
Yan Xun walked over and looked down at the cast on Mu Yuanming's arm. Just as he had said, it was well protected and hadn't gotten wet—probably because it was inconvenient to wear clothes, Mu Yuanming was only wearing a pair of sports pants and a towel draped around his neck.
Because they were so close, Yan Xun could clearly see the tiny scars on Mu Yuanming's body.
He also had two very small ones on his cheeks, one on the left and one on the right.
Right on the side of the cheek, if you don't look closely, you might think they are two moles, two moles that are exactly symmetrical.
Perhaps it was because Yan Xun's gaze was too focused, Mu Yuanming also lowered his eyes, looking at the small scars on his body, "Is there a problem?"
"No."
Yan Xun said.
He stepped back a little and raised his hands, "I just wanted to see if your arms were wet."
Seeing the tiny distance Yan Xun had stepped back, Mu Yuanming felt a subtle displeasure rise in his heart... He pulled off the towel around his neck, "Now that you've seen it, can you explain to Song Baiyuan?"
He felt that Yan Xun's observation of him was mostly at Song Baiyuan's behest.
If his agent hadn't asked Yan Xun to take care of him, he probably wouldn't have cared whether his arms were wet or not.
If Yan Xun knew what Mu Yuanming was thinking, he would probably cry out three times in his heart, "I'm so wronged, sir!"
I was only observing you to see your wounds; it had nothing to do with Song Baiyuan.
"What does this have to do with Song Baiyuan?" Yan Xun was a little confused, feeling that Mu Yuanming, who had lost his memory, had suddenly become strange and sarcastic. Before losing his memory, this person was acting all respectable.
Mu Yuanming pursed his lips, but then felt that expressing his inner thoughts would be too childish, like a child throwing a tantrum because he didn't get the teacher's love.
He looked away. "It's nothing."
"Didn't Song Baiyuan tell you to take good care of me?"
"Do you think I'm the type to listen to him?" Yan Xun asked, pointing to himself in bewilderment.
He thought he looked particularly unruly!
Mu Yuanming: "..."
He Jingtang watched for a while, and inwardly sneered.
I think their pairing is doomed. Not only are they the epitome of feudal superstition, but it seems like only he and Yan Xun are truly straight men.
He knew Mu Yuanming wasn't up to any good.
“I’m planning to go to the shrine with Yan Xun in a few days. Are you coming?” he asked Mu Yuanming. “I think your car accident was also a sign of bad luck. Let’s go to the shrine together.”
Mu Yuanming inexplicably felt aversion to the word "bye-bye".
He wanted to say he didn't want to go, but his mouth was glued shut, and he couldn't open it. However, his actions contradicted his personal wishes, and he nodded.
As the three were talking, Ning Xinian's door opened.
He looked at the three of them. "Where are you planning to go?"
"I said... the three of us," He Jingtang said, pointing to the three of them, "are planning to go to the temple to pray. What about you?"
"Are you going or not?"
Ning Xinian hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Now only He Jinqiu is left, Yan Xun thought, but He Jinqiu left the dormitory in the afternoon and hasn't returned yet.
He was about to send a message to ask He Jinqiu where she was when he saw that He Jinqiu had sent him a message earlier, but he hadn't seen it.
[He Jinqiu: This black cat has been following me. Can I bring it back?]
The photo shows a black cat that looks both familiar and pitiful; it's the same one that was on the hospital balcony.
There was no rule against keeping pets in their dormitory... Yan Xun simply made a voice call.
He Jinqiu answered the call in less than a second.
"Where are you?" Yan Xun asked.
"I'm in...the garage."
Yan Xun: "?"
What are you doing in the garage?
"You haven't replied yet. I'm worried you won't agree to me bringing it up," He Jinqiu said cautiously on the other end of the voice call, sounding pitiful.
The black cat even meowed at the opportune moment, sounding like it was trying to gain sympathy.
He Jingtang had been standing next to Yan Xun, so he naturally saw the message He Jinqiu had just sent—he didn't consider himself an outsider at all—he wondered when He Jinqiu had become such a kind-hearted person, but he didn't pay much attention to the black cat.
After listening to Yan Xun's explanation of why He Jinqiu dared not come up, Mu Yuanming pondered for a moment but said nothing.
Ning Xinian knew nothing about it, and of course, he didn't object.
In the end, the black cat moved into the dormitory openly and legitimately.
Yan Xun looked at the black cat being held in He Jinqiu's arms, and the black cat weakly meowed.
"So weak?" Yan Xun walked over, bent down and looked at the black cat in He Jinqiu's arms. He tapped the black cat's head a few times with his finger. "Should we take it to the vet?"
"Oh, right."
"Shouldn't it be spayed/neutered at this age?"
He Jinqiu and the black cat both stiffened.
"...It looks small, let's wait a bit longer."
The black cat stretched out its paws and began scratching at He Jinqiu's clothes, seemingly expressing its displeasure.
Seeing that Yan Xun's attention was entirely focused on the black cat that had just arrived, Mu Yuanming felt a surge of anger and resentment that was even darker than the color of the black cat itself.
“…I’m a little afraid of black cats,” Mu Yuanming suddenly said.
He slowly approached Yan Xun from behind, as if he dared not look directly at the black cat.
"On the day of my car accident, I think I saw a black cat."
Yan Xun turned and glanced at Mu Yuanming, "Did you see the black cat during the car accident?"
“Yes, a very large black cat.” Mu Yuanming stood behind Yan Xun, seemingly traumatized by black cats, and dared not look at the black cat in He Jinqiu’s arms.
"I heard a cat meowing..."
"There's another person's voice."
Mu Yuanming looked at He Jinqiu and said, "I feel like there are two hands choking me."
"According to the people who investigated afterward, it seems that the accident happened because someone saw an enormous black cat."
From the moment Yan Xun saw the black cat at the hospital, he began to suspect a connection between the car accident and He Jinqiu.
He turned to look at the black cat in He Jinqiu's arms.
He Jinqiu looked surprised. He stroked the kitten's head, and the black cat then revealed its belly.
“This kitten has such a big wound.”
"It can't be the giant black cat you were talking about, can it?"
He Jinqiu looked at the black cat and said, "I wonder if it was hurt by some bad person."
"How pitiful..."