Mo Cong called home with the foreign mobile phone card that Anjie got, vaguely explained to the two girls, saying that he was temporarily arrested to do social practice during the holidays, and he would not be able to come back for a while in other places.

Anjie listened with a strange smile.

When Mo Cong lived here honestly for six months, he found that he had been living with his neighbor for half a year, but he was blind and didn't know the neighbor at all. This is a good-looking boy with a little black humor occasionally... Or a man.

I don't know if I'm a little tired after my trip. Mo Cong finds that Anjie is very homely, and the scope of activities is basically limited to the study and living room. Especially since Mo Cong was able to get out of bed, he didn't even enter the bedroom, which was originally his own, except for the dressing change time.

This man's words are pathetically few... Or only he has this special treatment, seeing the silent side of Anjie. Sometimes make complaints about boring doors, or whether Xiao Yu came to borrow books or discuss problems or disturb when Xiao Jin bored. He was very tolerant, like a qualified elder brother. Sometimes even there was some invisible preaching brother in Tucao.

This cognition makes Mo Cong's living environment more and more dull.

Finally, a week later, when Anjie came in to help him change his dressing, Mo Cong decided to tease him to say a few words in order to review his Chinese. He cleared his throat, thought for a long time, then pretended to be unintentionally embarrassed to stir up a topic: "you have a lot of maps in your home, any version has."

"Well, quite a lot." Anjie answered the question without any hesitation, and the following text disappeared.

When he was bored, he secretly observed the man and found that he seemed to be paranoid. He spent almost all his time studying these maps except doing some things arranged by the teachers in the school, turning over the textbooks and examination papers. Sometimes he could sit thoughtfully on a map for an hour or two.

Although he can't understand such a strange hobby after class, he still hopes that Anjie can speak a few more words when talking about his preferred field like a normal person. Unfortunately, the result is not ideal.

Choked for a while, Mo decided not to give up, so he wanted to arouse the topic: "do you buy so many maps to travel? Sometimes you draw on it. Have you ever been or haven't been? "

"Oh, both." Anjie quickly tied up his wound, picked up his things and went out, "OK, you have a rest."

Mo almost choked him to death. His first attempt failed completely.

At the beginning, he doubted which party was responsible for Anjie's rescue. Then he deduced the details of his plot in his mind, and watched Anjie on guard. Finally, he thought about the details of the fourth brother's betrayal. However, this young man's intention made him feel more and more confused.

If this is a martial arts novel, then Mo Cong is willing to believe that Anjie is a hermit. And his own attitude towards this enigmatic man changed from vigilance at the beginning to confusion and bewilderment... And then he became interested in it dangerously.

So the next day when changing the dressing, Mo Cong continued his plan to lead Anjie.

"Do you plan to live in Beijing for a long time?"

"... no plan."

"Oh," Mo Cong sighed with some inexplicable regret, "I don't think your skill of applying medicine is like a professional background, but your skill of making knives is good. It's like a person who has licked knives. If you stay in Beijing, the first Zhai laopao will have to woo you."

Anjie didn't say a word. He really didn't care about this kid who didn't know what to do.

Mo stopped for a moment, found that the other party did not speak, some frustration in the heart, silent for a while, said: "I did not know before, this period of time found that my girls really give you a lot of trouble."

"Little things." Anjie looked at him as if he had to create a language environment. He entertained himself secretly while answering perfunctorily.

Er... It's another word or two. Don't bite your teeth and decide to work hard again: "the girl who came to you to borrow books two days ago was your girlfriend who picked up garbage downstairs last time?" Bah... As soon as he speaks, he wants to slap his mouth. It seems that the days when no one talks to him for a long time can really damage his intelligence quotient. What is that? Is there something wrong with his girlfriend?

However, agit's response was very calm, with three words: "Oh, No."

Don't worry about it. It seems that after that man said "your life was given by your father" that day, he always regarded himself as the air. It's not true that he was the air. On the one hand, he was polite and didn't do anything wrong to himself. On the other hand, he took medicine to take care of the wound. Although he was not professional, he was also technically qualified. He still owes others a favor, But... I don't know why, just how to stay and how uncomfortable.

He was moved in his heart and suddenly asked tentatively, "do you... Know my father?"

Anjie took a look at the young man. After a long time, he answered vaguely: "let it be."

Mo Cong was just suspicious. Unexpectedly, he admitted that he had been staying for a while, but Anjie cleared up for him, stood up and went out. Shengsheng cut off this unpleasant topic.

The second time you try to communicate, don't lose.

"I've been with him for three years. I know that the fourth brother will never sell me for no reason. It's not good for him." This is the content of the third day when we continue to have nothing to say, and Agilent's reaction seems to be a little lighter.

"But who can threaten him to do so? I thought Chen Fugui would cover him, but I didn't expect that I underestimated Zhai laopao. "

Anjie dropped his eyes and let him say his own words.

Mo chuckled bitterly: "Chen Fugui was able to sell Cao Bing to his fourth brother, but now it seems that he can also sell us to Zhai laopao... I think he can be restrained."

It's hard for Anjie to let Mo Cong's words go through his mind for a while. He sighs in secret that this boy's reaction is really quick, his mind is very delicate and sharp. I'm afraid that he is not only good, but also better than when he was young.

I don't know if I'm used to being treated specially by this man. Mo Cong is used to his indifferent attitude. At this time, he looks back at him and suddenly asks an explosive question: "was it you who beat Cao Bing that day?"

Anjie was stunned for a moment and asked: "what?"

Mo Cong saw that he had a reaction, probably out of everyone's crazy mentality of more or less people. He was a little proud: "that day, Cao Bing was put down, and then he didn't know what he said to Bangzi, which made the yellow hair misunderstand... Blame the fourth brother?"

Anjie changed the medicine for him, but left without raising his leg. He packed up his things and leaned aside: "then why me?"

"I thought it was Zhai laopao, but when I think about it later, I find out something I didn't care about at that time." Mo changed his comfortable posture and said slowly, "the old mouse is dead."

"What does that have to do with me?"

"The old mouse is Zhai laopao's man, I guess. At that time, it was so chaotic and he was tied up. It was nothing to die..." Mo said carefully, "but the old mouse is so cunning. It's not for nothing to call him mouse. I think of the place where he was killed --"

Anjie suddenly showed a smile. This undoubtedly gave Mo Cong great encouragement, so he continued: "that's the only dead corner like place in that room. When the old mouse saw that the situation was wrong, no one noticed him and didn't know when to arch over, so... Who killed the old mouse?"

When he said this, he stopped and looked at Anjie with a pair of bright eyes.

"Can't they be killed by their own people?" At this point, Anjie didn't deny it. He asked with a smile. He sighed in his heart that the IQ gene in the old professor's body was probably long biased. He had gone all the way to research. If he had half of his son, he would not be buried in the desert.

"That's impossible." Mo didn't even think about it. "Zhai laopao is a man who does great things. He knows when to be cruel and when to be benevolent. If ordinary people kill people at this time, I believe, but this kind of person will never become a big climate. Now Zhai laopao is like this, he will never kill people under him."

Anjie was stunned for a long time before he burst out: "yes... Zhai Haidong is a man who can make a big difference. I always forget that..."

For a moment, Mo Cong suddenly felt that the man in front of him should be the kind of man whose face was exposed to the wind and frost, with light wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. He was as thin as his father, and his temperament and strong sense of disobedience made him stare at Anjie in a trance.

However, in a flash of God's sight, Anjie's look was harsh in vain: "what about you? Should we have a climate like Zhai Haidong? "

"Me?"

"Why does Zhai Haidong want to find someone to kill you, do you understand?"

Don't frown: "my own weight, I know, if he really meant to kill me, now I will never breathe here."

Good, not arrogant, not impatient, clear mind after the event. However, I don't know why, Anjie is not happy. He would rather be a fool and a... Serious man like his dead father.

Mo Cong then said, "he just beat me... Besides, I think the old cannon thinks I can still be used, so he used this way to attract or... Tame animals?"

He's too smart... Anjie puts away his smile and sighs. He's so smart that people don't expect him to, but he's mistaken for him.

Anjie suddenly lost interest in the conversation and dropped a sentence: "I have something else to do. You can do it yourself."

Ignore him.

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