The Beautiful He Doesn't Talk

23

At 7.30 in the morning, Lin Muan was awakened by a knock on the door. He frowned and rolled over, pulling up the quilt and covering his head.

The knock on the door was still persevering.

A sound like a magic sound pierced through the brain.

The female voice that was so sweet in the past is also very noisy at the moment.

Lin Muan rubbed his hair irritably, lifted the quilt and walked over.

"What?!" He held the door with one hand and looked at the girl in front of him impatiently.

"Get up, brush your teeth and wash your face, eat breakfast and go to school."

Kapok stared at him calmly and spoke calmly.

"What time is it?" he asked.

"Seven thirty."

"Do you know what time I got up before?" he asked again.

"Seven fifty." Kapok replied fluently.

He get up at 7.50 every day, go out at 8:10 and arrive at school at 8:10. Skipping preparations to catch up with the first class bell ringing.

Lin Muan nodded with an expression you know and wanted to close the door.

"If you don't obey, go back to your own house and go to bed today."

The corner of Kapok's mouth provoked a smile, a slow threat and her tone was full of strong.

Lin Muan's expression instantly changed and his eyes were full of clouds. Tumbling in turbulent boiling, he immediately slammed the door.

With a loud bang, the wooden door closed in front of Kapok. Bringing up a demon wind that blew the hair on the side of her face.

She brushed her skin numbly and she touched her nose. Her expression sullen as stable as Mount Tai.

What a kid who eats hard but not soft.

She turned around and went to the kitchen. She brought out the warm milk in the glass and put it on the table. There was a freshly made sandwich next to her.

Eggs, ham and vegetables, the red, yellow and green colors match very nicely.

Especially under the background of the pale yellow checkered table cloth.

Kapok came back for a special change the day before yesterday.

In less than ten minutes, he came out still with a stinking face. The moment he saw the breakfast on the table, he seemed to relax a bit.

He pulled the chair away and sat down opposite Kapok.

Then silently began to eat the things on the table.

"Is it delicious?" Kapok looked at him with a soft smile.

The opposite person didn't look up and ignored her.

The cheeks bulged, chewing up and down the sandwich.

Kapok slowly bit the thing in her hand, resting her cheek on the table with one hand so that she could open her mouth in time.

"It doesn't taste good if you don't speak. Then I'll buy you sandwich bread tomorrow--"

It is the kind of rusks he eats every day. Sold by a small supermarket and looks very oily, sweet dry bread.

Sure enough a trace of struggle flashed across the person's face in the next second and then a buzzing voice came out with a trace of reluctance.

"It's delicious."

"Well that's good."

Kapok nodded contentedly. Picked up the milk on the table and took a sip.

The two went out together. Kapok glanced at her wrist watch and at 7.50, she was just in time for the preparatory class when she walked to school.

She has been absent for more than a month.

After eating breakfast, Lin Muan's expression softened a lot. Although his face was still expressionless at least it was not as low as before.

The whole person was so gloomy as if he had just crawled out of hell.

Still quite bluffing.

Kapok thought it's because of her strong psychological endurance.

It was also stepping on the bell to enter the classroom but this time it attracted a lot of attention. Kapok put down her schoolbag and Fang Yun immediately leaned over.

"My school committee, you actually came to the preparatory class. My goodness! I can't believe my own eyes."

She exclaimed.

Kapok raised her mouth as usual and took out the English textbook from her bag.

She was still chattering reluctantly.

"No, I mean, what did you do to get Lin Muan to come to the classroom before the first class bell rang?!"

Fang Yun was shocked. She was almost two years in the same class with Lin Muan and it was the first time that she saw him come to the classroom so early.

With a sly smile on Kapok's face, she shook her head, unpredictable.

"Shanren has her own tricks--"

Fang Yun rolled her eyes and wanted to say something. Kapok had already begun to recite English with Li Qin on the podium. Her expression focused and serious.

She closed her mouth angrily and her reverence Kapok rose again.

"Xu Jing, I made a sandwich today!"

After the class, Kapok happily ran to Xu Jing's desk and put the bag in her hand on her desk.

"Did you make it by yourself? Great!" She opened the bag and opened her mouth in surprise when she saw that it was comparable to the sandwiches sold in the store outside.

"Hmm."

Kapok nodded proudly and proudly.

"Our family Mianmian is such a great girl--"

Xu Jing smiled and squeezed her face.

Kapok smiled embarrassedly.

After talking with Xu Jing, Kapok took the cup and fetched water. The water dispenser was at the back of the classroom. When she walked over, she had to pass Lin Muan's seat.

His eyes stayed on her face.

"What's the matter?" Kapok touched her face strangely.

"It's red," he said quietly.

"Huh?"

"Blushed."

After he finished speaking, he stopped speaking.

??? She was confused.

After finishing the water, Kapok asked Fang Yun who was next to her to borrow a small mirror and after looking at it carefully she realized that Xu Jing had just pinched a red mark on her cheek.

It is almost invisible.

But her skin is white, tender and thin so she looks a little reddish.

Kapok put away the mirror strangely.

Why did he suddenly... notice these little details.

After eating dinner together at noon, she saw that his eyes were always on her face. Kapok stopped and stared at him with bright eyes.

"Why keep watching me secretly!"

Lin Muan's eyes flickered slightly as he was about to speak. Her voice was already ringing in his ears again.

"I'm very happy that you look at me openly."

「......」

He stopped talking as usual.

But the person next to him began to be reluctant.

"Say it, say it!"

"I want to listen!"

Lin Muan walked forward without stopping.

Her angry cry came from behind.

"Lin Muan, do you want to piss me off!"

He reluctantly stopped his steps and turned his head to the side. Kapok standing in place staring at him with her cheeks bulging.

He sighed secretly.

"I just think it's weird--"

"Why do you squeeze it lightly, your face flushed."

Huh?

Kapok blinked then grinned. Revealing a few white millet teeth, tilted her head, very cute.

"If you try it, you won't know--"

Lin Muan, "..."

He turned around without saying a word and continued on.

Her triumphant laughter followed.

Her voice was cheerful and joyful.

"Lin Muan Lin Muan!"

"You are so cute!"

He couldn't help but cocked his mouth slightly.

When school was over, Lin Muan returned home and when the familiar pattern came into view again,he was only full of discomfort and he walked in quickly.

It took half an hour to pack up the frequently used things. When he took the box to go out, he couldn't help but look back at the familiar and unfamiliar place.

Then strode forward without reluctance.

When he went back, Kapok had already prepared the meal. Under the bright light she was bending over to arrange the dishes and chopsticks. On the cozy table there were steaming two dishes and one soup.

Hearing the sound, she raised her head and smiled softly.

"You're back!"

"Well, I'm back."

Lin Muan smiled slowly at her.

After so many years, he finally realized that he felt at home again.

Kapok started to do her homework after eating and Lin Mu took a bath early. Lying on the sofa with his pillow and playing with his mobile phone.

Turning over from time to time.

"Do you want to write down your homework?"

"I'll teach you."

For a moment, when he didn't know how many times he turned around, Kapok finally couldn't help but speak.

His movements immediately stopped as if thinking for three seconds then slowly got up from the sofa. Bowed his head, his voice was inaudible.

"Okay..."

He sat next to Kapok holding a pile of exercise book test papers. The small white coffee table in front of the sofa served as a desk for the two of them. They sat cross-legged on the snow-white floor.

"This question is like this..."

Kapok lowered her head and sketched it on the draft paper. Her face was delicate and peaceful and the hair on the side of her ears slipped off. She stretched out her hand to gently hook it up and put it behind her ear again.

The slender fingers are white and the simple movements make people feel gentle.

He couldn't look away inexplicably.

"Lin Muan, where do you look?"

Kapok stopped the pen in her hand and raised her eyebrows coldly.

He withdrew his gaze instantly. His eyes flickered, his lips were pursed and his expression was sad.

It's as if someone has done something bad and got caught.

Kapok calmed down, leaned over and rubbed his hair, speaking softly and spoilingly.

"Be obedient, let you see it after you finish writing."

Lin Muan instantly returned to his former expressionless face.

It was quiet at night and the girl's soft-spoken explanation sounded particularly pleasing. Accompanied by the brushing sound of the pen rubbing against the surface of the paper.

Her patience was surprisingly good. She didn't know anything about Lin Muan from the most basic point of knowledge, she told him, after three hours, it actually gave him some faint prying eyes.

Before going to bed, Kapok warmed a cup of milk and brought him in. Lin Muan was lying on the bed looking at her figure in a white nightdress, suddenly a little dazed.

When he was young, he was lying on the bed like this. Watching An Ling walking towards him with a glass of milk with a smile.

At that time, her face was still gentle. She would wear long black hair, wearing a nightdress and smile gently at him.

He blinked concealing a trace of dullness and complexity.

"After drinking and going to bed, good night."

Kapok put the cup in her hand on the bedside table next to him, leaned over and rubbed his hair.

The corners of the mouth smile warmly and the movements are soft.

"Good night."

Lin Muan spoke softly.

Kapok closed the door for him, went back to the room, looked at the pile of unfinished homework on the desk, shook her head helplessly then sat down and started to work on the problem.

She don't know how long it took before the figure who had been sitting all night started to move.

Kapok stretched her waist and glanced at the clock next to her. Twelve o'clock.

She got up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water.

When she passed by Lin Muan's door, suddenly she heard a sound which was loud like a whimper from extreme pain.

With a heartbeat, she immediately put down the cup in her hand and opened the door.