Song Mo had a cold face, didn't want to pay attention to him, and turned around and left.

This was the first time he had been talking to her in such a long time since he transferred to the affiliated high school.

Xu Jiamao suddenly felt so nervous that he felt uncomfortable. He looked at nothing and couldn't help. The tingling feeling behind him became more obvious, and his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys also started to hurt.

He took the medicine to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis and walked alone to the small garden outside the infirmary, took off his shirt, and prepared to apply some on his back.

The wound of his right arm moved and it hurt. He let out a muffled groan from his breath.

At this moment, someone took the ointment from his hand.

Xu Jiamao turned around and was still the white long skirt.

Song Mo.

A hint of emotion in his eyes.

She opened the lid, wiped it a little in her palm, and said coldly: "Turn over."

Xu Jiamao turned around obediently, and every inch of her skin and cell became sensitive. She carefully felt her soft palm and gently stroked the bruises on his back.

His skin is healthy wheat yellow, his back muscles are tight and his body lines are smooth.

After not seeing her for many years, it was not only because she had grown up and matured, but also the young brother who had taken her to roll in the mud.

It is actually very simple to distinguish the difference between a boy and a man, it depends on whether he is pretending to be a woman in his heart.

"How many years have we not seen each other?"

Song Mo sniffed coldly: "I don't remember, nor do I want to remember, I have forgotten you long ago."

"Forgot me." Xu Jiamao smiled faintly: "Is the little princess learning from Lei Feng to do good deeds now?"

Song Mo pinched his bruises hard, and Xu Jiamao took a deep breath.

"I'm cruel enough."

"I can't compare to you." Song Mo said gritting his teeth: "I can't compare to you when you left, and I won't leave a word for me. Oh, no, you keep it, please let me get out."

How old was she that year? Perhaps she had just entered puberty, and she was the age when the sky was falling and the earth was sinking.

She went to the underground ballpark to find him, and he also called her the little princess and told her to leave quickly. This was not the place she should come.

She looked at the boys and girls around him, unrestrained and unruly.

Xu Jiamao was mixed with them, and she and him were never from the same world.

That night, Song Mo walked alone in the lonely and cold night, and shed tears for the rest of her life.

Since then, Song Mo decided to erase this person from his mind.

A cigarette butt in Xu Jiamao's hand burned out. He shook, and then said, "I didn't say get out, I said 'go'."

Song Mo said angrily: "Is there any difference?"

"have."

Song Mo snorted coldly, but listened to Xu Jiamao continue: "I, Xu Jiamao, have never been afraid of anyone in my life. Everyone beats anyone and dares to provoke him, but there is one person I dare not provoke."

Song Mo's hand paused slightly and became stiff in an instant. After years of separation from him, after hearing his shameless words, her heart would feel like a dead tree is in spring.

"Why do you have a conflict with Kou Xiang?" Song Mo disassembled the topic: "Don't say you're jealous of his talent."

"Why can't it be this reason."

Song Mo sneered: "As proud as you, Xu Jiamao, will you be jealous of others?"

Xu Jiamao's lips raised, and she was the one who knew him best for so many years.

"Is it okay to just look at him unhappy?"

Song Mo asked tentatively: "It's not because of Yang Xiaozhier, I think you are getting very close to her."

"You care a lot about me, you even know who I am close to?"

Song Mo snorted: "Who cares about you?"

A gust of wind blew, bringing the humid and soft atmosphere of midsummer.

Xu Jiamao suddenly held her soft and cold hand and pressed it on his shoulder.

Song Mo suddenly realized that he was wearing a red rope on his wrist. The rope was worn a lot because of his age, and her heart suddenly became empty.

If it was still the same rope, there should be a golden puppy tied to the front.

That is her zodiac sign and a gift she gave him.

He did not notice the change in Song Mo's mood, and only said in a deep voice: "I heard that someone made it difficult for you, I'll come back and take a look."

Feeling her long-term silence, Xu Jiamao turned around and saw her in such a situation, he asked in confusion: "Are you moved?"

Song Mo reacted, his face flushed for a moment, and hurriedly shook his hand away: "You want to meddle in other people's business!"

Looking at her hurriedly leaving, Xu Jiamao said "ah"-

"Maru puppy, I miss you."
Chapter completed!