After I made a biography for my scumbag ex, I was on fire

Chapter 90

"Teacher An can tell this? Is it the accent? But I was taken by my grandfather since I was a child. Song Song said that I have a northern accent, which sounds very kind. Isn't it, Song?"

Lu Yuan tilted his head and looked at Mu Song with a smile, making his hair stand on end.

"It's not the accent, it's your dipping sauce, it doesn't look like you eat meat in a copper pot."

Lu Yuan was dumbfounded, glanced at Mu Song, and said nothing.

An Heng took a sip of tea and looked at Mu Song with a smile.

"Xiao Song, why didn't you tell me when you came to S City?"

"I……"

Mu Song wanted to say, I don't know if you are in city S, or an associate professor of sociology at S university, otherwise, you must have come to hug your thigh a long time ago.

But he opened his mouth, not knowing where to start.

He and An Heng had maintained a close relationship for a long time, which can be regarded as a very close relationship.

But after he went to college, he suddenly disconnected, without even a decent farewell. Now that I think about it, it's a bit like a relationship that ended without a cause. If you leave without saying goodbye, you are comparable to a scumbag...

"You don't know I'm in City S, do you?"

An Heng smiled, revealing the truth that Mu Song couldn't tell.

"That's right, when you were in high school, you always wrote to me. Since you went to college, we haven't had much contact..."

"write a letter?"

Lu Yuan, who hadn't spoken for a while, suddenly stepped in, staring at Mu Song with deep eyes.

"When you were in high school, eleven or two years ago, mobile phones were popular. Why do you still use such an outdated way of writing letters?"

write a letter?

What letter?Love letter?

From now on, Mu Song has written nothing but a messy "nurturing agreement" for him!

Even if you can make phone calls and send text messages, you still insist on using such a time-consuming and labor-intensive but artistic method. Why, even if you don’t ask, you can guess about it.

But Lu Yuan still didn't give up, and wanted to hear Mu Song give other answers, even if he lied to him.

But Mu Song just looked at him, with a look of "it's none of your business", and refused to say anything.

Lu Yuan held the teacup with such strength that his knuckles turned white. He wanted to use this to control his trembling hands so that the two people next to him could not see anything strange.

"Probably... because Xiao Song likes to write."

An Heng smiled, and threw out an innocuous explanation with ease, trying to save Mu Song from the siege.

"So, you gave him a pen?"

Lu Yuan turned his spearhead, and looked at An Heng again, the fierce light in his eyes was about to come out, and he could hardly hide it.

"Lu Yuan, enough is enough! If you don't want to eat, you can go back first."

Not only An Heng was taken aback by Mu Song's sudden outburst, but Lu Yuan was also taken aback.

I thought that Mu Song would maintain face no matter what in order to impress his childhood sweetheart senior. From this point of view, he overestimated Mu Song's patience.

According to Lu Yuan's temper, at this time, he had already turned over the table and grabbed Mu Song to go back and "interrogate" him.

But Mu Song's current state of reluctance...

Lu Yuan squinted his eyes, relaxed his tense body, and lazily leaned back on the back of the chair.

"Sorry for the offense, you guys continue talking."

He should listen carefully, what kind of "unforgettable past" can these two people recall.

After Lu Yuan made such a fuss, for a long time, none of the three of them spoke, and the atmosphere in the box became extremely strange.

In the end, it was An Heng who broke the silence first and brought the conversation to Mu Song's postgraduate entrance examination.

"To be honest, when Liu Yun described it to me, I never thought it would be you."

"Oh? How did he describe it?"

"Liu Yun said that you are serious, responsible, caring, kind and enthusiastic..."

"So, in the mind of the seniors, which word is not me?"

Mu Song raised his eyebrows, and jokingly "questioned" An Heng.

"Haha, you are still so sensitive to words."

An Heng smiled.

"Serious, responsible, caring, you have not changed since you were a child, but you are enthusiastic..."

An Heng looked at Mu Song with deep meaning in his eyes, Mu Song could guess what he wanted to say without saying anything.

"Ahem... People have to grow up. After so many years in society, they will always sharpen their edges and learn to get along with others."

An Heng nodded and smiled knowingly.

"Yes, I'm so happy for you that you can do this. Think about when you were a child... Hey, when you grow up, you won't talk about your childhood.

Come, replace wine with tea and celebrate your growth. "

As soon as An Heng picked up the cup, before meeting Mu Song, he was cut off by Lu Yuan.

"Don't forget to mention it. Without the past, how can we talk about the future? I'm curious..."

Lu Yuan held up his cup, knocked on An Heng's cup, and squinted at Mu Song.

"What was Mu Song like when he was a child?"

"This... I'm afraid I don't need to come to the class to make an axe."

An Heng smiled slightly, looked at Mu Song, then turned his eyes to Lu Yuan, with a calm expression, but Lu Yuan felt inexplicably in need of a beating.

Even if An Heng didn't show the slightest intention to be provocative, this sentence was like a resounding slap, which shocked Lu Yuan physically and mentally.

Indeed, what was Mu Song like when he was a child? As a pillow person who has been with him for ten years, he should have heard it from Mu Song himself thousands of times, so why should he be so curious about it from others?

Once again, he realized very deeply how much he had missed, and Lu Yuan regretted it, but also felt a little unwilling.

So, bit the bullet and continued to press.

"Mr. An, are you all very cautious in academics? When I was in school, I did a few researches. The teacher always emphasized the value of first-hand data. Do you mean the same?"

An Heng looked at Lu Yuan, but did not respond, and just listened to Lu Yuan continue.

"However, I personally feel that there is not much difference between first-hand and second-hand evaluations of a person, and most of the time, the 'second-hand data' obtained from others is, on the contrary, more real...

Teacher An, if you are a sociologist, you should agree with me. "

Lu Yuan held up the cup, touched An Heng's cup again, and then passed it to his mouth. He took a sip of the tea, silently looked at An Heng, and waited for his reaction.

"Unexpectedly, Lu...Brother Lu..."

An Heng is not used to addressing people by first and last name, but Lu Yuan made it clear that he is not allowed to be called Mr. Lu. An Heng hesitated for a while, and chose a harmless honorific. Who knows, it still made Lu Yuan feel bad.

"Wait, Teacher An, are you Gui Geng?"

Ever since he experienced the battle with Bai Xu, Lu Yuan was very sensitive to age, and was very upset that An Heng called him brother without asking.

What's the matter?Does he look so old?

Lu Jingli was not convinced.

"I'm a dog."

"Oh, what a coincidence, me too, we are in the same year, what month is Teacher An's age?"

Seeing that Lu Yuan was determined to decide who was older and who was younger, An Heng was speechless, but still replied politely.

"June, one day later than Xiao Song."

As soon as these words came out, both Lu Yuan and Mu Song were taken aback.

What surprised Mu Song was that An Heng knew his birthday, which he had never mentioned before.

And Lu Yuan's heart is even more complicated.

One day later than Mu Song, it is the same birthday as Liu Di, and on that day, Mu Song and him...

Thinking of what happened that night three months ago, Lu Yuan's heart ached as if being rubbed violently by an invisible big hand.

If he had known earlier, it would have resulted in such consequences, even if he was killed, he would not go, let alone say something to Mu Song that would make him regret.

It's a pity that it's too late to say anything now, Lu Yuan only hopes that Mu Song won't think about what happened that day, otherwise...

Feeling guilty, Lu Yuan stopped entangled in the birthday issue, and quickly brought the topic back to Mu Song's youthful past.

As for Lu Yuan's persistence in inquiring about his past, Mu Song's mood is very irritable and complicated.

In the provocative love song, when you love to the depths, you will want to know the origin of your lover, and what kind of experience in those years when you didn't have yourself, which shaped the TA today.

This love chicken soup was once very suitable for Mu Song.

He likes to rummage around at home, and wants to understand Lu Yuan more deeply through the imprints of the past, and hopes that the relationship between them will become stronger through this understanding.

Unexpectedly, his painstaking "tracing back to the source" is really "effective".

Not only did he learn about Lu Yuan's past, but he also "by the way" learned about Liu Di in his past, and the "deep friendship" between them that Mu Song could not match.

Therefore, after Lu Yuan reprimanded him countless times, what right did he have to ask about his past, Mu Song's enthusiasm gradually cooled down.

Lu Yuan, on the other hand, has never been enthusiastic about Mu Song's past from beginning to end.

After all, the dog man is not interested in him now, so how could he be interested in knowing his past?

Mu Song looked at Lu Yuan's high-spirited look, and really wanted to give back all the words he said to him all these years, but he was worried about An Heng, so he endured it again and again, and he still held it back.

"It happened more than ten years ago, what is there to ask?"

Mu Song casually fished out a few vegetable leaves from the pot, threw them into Lu Yuan's bowl, and then warned him clearly with his eyes not to provoke trouble here.

"Why don't you ask? Is it possible that I'm afraid I'll know that you didn't do anything good at that time?"

Lu Yuan blinked, with an innocent and righteous face.

Mu Song squinted his eyes and was about to explode when he heard An Heng laughing lightly and helping him out.

"Then I want to be fair. When Xiao Song was young, he only cared about studying."

"Oh?"

Lu Yuan turned his face and looked at An Heng, as if wanting to verify the authenticity of the words, he turned his head again and leaned closer to Mu Song's ear.

"Before you met me, you devoted yourself to learning. After you met me, you devoted yourself to falling in love... Baby, this is the first time I know that my charm is so great."

Lu Yuan's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just right enough for An Heng to hear clearly, and Mu Song could see the embarrassment on An Heng's face even through the bursts of anger.

Turning his eyes, Mu Song took a deep breath and looked at the rascal man in front of him. He resisted the urge to punch him, twitched the corner of his mouth, and dropped the chopsticks with a "snap".

Leaning back, leaning on the back of the chair, without even looking at Lu Yuan, he stared straight at An Heng with deep meaning in his eyes.

"Hey, what's the use of studying hard and working hard for three years in high school?

In the end, it was not because he failed to follow in the footsteps of his seniors and was admitted to the Chinese Department of University B.

Thinking about it now, it's really a waste, it's better to make more like-minded...friends. "

Originally, Mu Song didn't intend to intensify the conflict with Lu Yuan tonight, and he didn't want to involve An Heng in his entanglement with the dog man.

But when it came to this point, it was obvious that it was useless to give in. Mu Song was so heartbroken that he simply set up a mess to see who was afraid of whom.

Didn't he, Lu Yuan, want to get cheap?Then try it, this cheap food will burn your mouth!

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The author has something to say:

Lu Yuan: Wife, woo woo woo, you haven't even written to me yet!

Mu Song: I wrote a novel of 300 million words for you...

Lu Yuan: ...But they are all scolding me, woo woo woo.

Mu Song: Is there any?It's just a matter of fact, after all, biography should be close to the facts.

Lu Yuan: ...

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!