Mu Xiangyao stared at the pile of numbers for five minutes and couldn't blink.

After the text message that transferred 100,000 yuan a few days ago, this was the second time she had come into contact with such a large amount of money in her life. Although it was just a virtual string of numbers, it still brought her a deep shock.

And when they were counting their own belongings before, Qiao Nan seemed to have said that this is just his account to collect pocket money from his family?

Recalling her secretly surprised herself for the first transfer, Mu Xiangyao finally understood what poverty restriction imagination is. She was amazed at that time that Qiao Nan had so much pocket money in a month, but reality told her that girl, you are really too young.

If it weren't for the fact that after exchanging their personal belongings, she had only one mobile phone left on her. Mu Xiang thought that she would have to find the □□ and observe it carefully and see what the difference was between her own balance of more than 700,000 yuan and her own four-digit balance.

I guess I can wrap a layer of gold edges outside, right?

After reading the text messages several times reluctantly, Mu Xiangxiang sent a screenshot of the information interface to Qiao Nan while thinking about it until he bumped into someone.

She hurriedly came back to her senses, and as soon as she saw it, she immediately made a gesture and said hello to Surong: "Grandpa Principal."

Several students who were fighting by their side at this time stopped hearing this and followed the 12th Middle School Priest and greeted each other with the lead: "Grandpa Principal, Grandpa~"

Mu Xiang thought that the principal would at least respond to the students, but waited for a while, but he didn't expect that the old man was even stricter than she thought. He just looked at her deeply and left silently. It was obviously the morning that should be full of vitality, but the back was indescribable, and it was even more tired than the day before.

This respectable educator must have been worried about the students of No. 12 Middle School. He has been so tired after just a few days of taking office.

Mu Xiangying couldn't help but feel respectful.

*******

After school, the two met at a shopping mall in City A. After Mu Yaoyao got off the bus, he saw the girl leaning on the motorcycle without expression playing with her mobile phone from a distance. She couldn't help but feel a moment of dazed.

It sounds strange. Although he knew it was his body, every time he met, Mu Xiang thought, he always felt that Qiao Nan was still the same as before. The oppression he gave to others did not seem to be weakened by changes in height and face. Just like now, the girl in black who stood in a sloppy black dress obviously looked no different from the past except that she did not wear glasses, but she was just shining with light and attracted attention.

Her short and neat hair made her look heroic, and the clusters on her forehead were rolled down, making her face look whiter and more delicate. She didn't need to do anything, she just stood there, and looked back at her frequently with the passers-by around her, and naturally she had a clear barrier.

This is Qiao Nan's temperament, which is magical.

Mu Xiangyao couldn't help but recall her shivering self until the girl in the focus of everyone's eyes shouted impatiently: "Are you standing guard?"

She smiled and stepped forward with the eyes of the girls who also followed her all the way around her: "What are you doing?"

"Forward the koi." Qiao Nan looked back at his phone again, "I told you that this koi is really very powerful. My dad sent me money the next day after forwarding it last time. I thought it was a coincidence, so I turned it back again, but you saw what happened."

Mu Xiangyao couldn't understand his thinking: "Your father made money for you, you should thank your father."

Qiao Nan thought that he had almost no communication in normal times, and when he had exchanged, he would end up with a big quarrel and smash things, and sneered: "What do you know."

The two of them met here to buy gifts for Gao Yan, who celebrated her birthday on the weekend. Most of Yingcheng's students have friendships from their parents, so Qiao Nan received the invitation very early. Now it was replaced by Mu Xiangxiang's body, and he happened to buy two gifts.

Mu Xiangyao was puzzled: "Why did Gao Yan invite you...I mean, how could she invite me to attend her birthday?"

Qiao Nan glanced at her, cursed a fool in her heart, and turned into several stores with ease: "Who knows, maybe I just want to treat you just by looking at you."

Mu Xiangyao of course he didn't know the weird things Qiao Nan did at school with her body. She analyzed them according to normal ideas and of course she had no clue. The reason given by Qiao Nan was too far-fetched. After all, Gao Yan's birthday party last year had nothing to do with her. It was still the next day when she went to school and occasionally heard discussions from classmates in the class that she realized that such a grand event was held the night before.

From that moment on, she truly realized that the distance between her and Yingcheng's other classmates was like a natural barrier. How could such a group of people suddenly like her?

But if you can't figure out the reason, you can only give up: "Forget it, as long as you haven't been wronged."

"I'm wronged?" Qiao Nan almost laughed, "Only those in your class?"

Even at No. 12 Middle School, where the school spirit is so chaotic, he has always been the only one who is wronged. From the time he held Mu Xiangxi to Yingcheng, from beginning to end, only Fang Lingli was a little more presumptuous. After he solved it in a few tricks, the group of children in Class 1, Grade 2, today, I don’t know how well-behaved.

The female class monitor Lin Long said hello with a blushing face early in the morning. The four-eyed Ziluo at the back table copied the notes of each class beautifully. Compared to the group of dogs jumping up and down in Class 9, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a world of difference.

Mu Xiangxiang personally experienced the feeling of being out of place among a group of wealthy classmates. He didn't understand where he sneered, so he picked up a wallet on the shelf, and his mind was stuttered when he saw the price on the tag.

"Qiao Nan." She asked softly, "Can't you give me some cheap gifts? I can't afford the things here."

Qiao Nan said lightly: "Who told you to buy it?"

Mu Xiangyao frowned, and just as he was about to argue, Qiao Nan seemed to see her repulsion and directly interrupted her demands with his eyes-

"First of all, I promised to go to the birthday party. You didn't have the responsibility to buy gifts." His expression was still as smelly as usual, but his tone was surprisingly patient, "What's more, if you buy something casually, do you give it to me with your body, or do you ask me to give it to me with your own hands?"

Mu Xiangyao couldn't find a reason to refute him, and watched him take two things that were already five-digit numbers added together to check out.

After coming out, Qiao Nan distributed one of the bags to Mu Xiangyao. This is the favor that Mu Xiangyao would give him on his behalf.

Then he turned his eyes and saw a men's clothing store not far away.

Mu Xiangya always felt that the bag in her hand was filled with heavy RMB. She absent-mindedly thought about the issue of the gap between the rich and the poor in society that she had seen some time ago, and then heard a sudden question ahead: "What kind of coat does your dad usually wear?"

"165, what's wrong?" Mu Xiangyao replied subconsciously, then raised his head, Qiao Nan replied, "It's okay." Then he gestured to the salesperson in the store very casually, who immediately stepped back with a piece of clothing with a diligent look on his face.

Mu Xiangxiang looked after it. The clothes the salesperson was holding were a dark brown jacket, with a leather that was so bright that it could almost shiny that it was full of wool. Even the blind man could tell that it was valuable.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a soft voice coming from the counter: "Hello, there are 58,000 in total. Are you swiping your card?"

Qiao Nan said nodded and handed over his card. Mu Xiangxiang was stunned: "Who did you buy it for?"

Qiao Nan ignored her, Mu Xiangxiang grabbed his wrist: "It's not for my dad, right?"

"Why do you care about that?" Qiao Nan signaled the salesperson to swipe the card, and he was a little happy. When he was running this morning, he thought that he would buy a new coat for Mu's father when he had time to wear it. Unexpectedly, he immediately encountered the right one. It's been over the Chinese New Year, and the old man was still wearing a dirty and torn cotton jacket. In recent days, it was extremely cold. Qiao Nan once saw him being frozen so cold that his shoulders were shrunk. The old man pretended to be fine and secretly stuffed money to Qiao Nan in the morning, saying that he had a good business yesterday and sold three brooms in a row, asking Qiao Nan not to save money and buy a cup of milk tea on the way to school.

A broom was six yuan, and Mu's father didn't keep a penny. Qiao Nan was really feeling mixed when he was holding the 18 yuan.

He only remembered the hands he touched when he was stuffed with money, so his mind was so clear that he was so icy.

This new jacket is so warm at first glance. Dad Mu would probably feel much more comfortable sitting downstairs in it.

Thinking of this, he heard Mu Xiangyao beside him object fiercely: "No, Qiao Nan, this dress is too expensive, wait and don't swipe the card..."

Of course, the salesperson could not listen. The movements in his hands were constantly stopped. Qiao Nan took the card and paper bag handed back by the salesperson, and walked out calmly: "Why are you so excited?"

58,000... The Mu family’s rent for a year is not that much.

Mu Xiang thought he was about to collapse, so he grabbed Qiao Nan and tried to stop his willfulness: "Qiao Nan, Qiao Nan, this is really too expensive. You should return the clothes quickly. I beg you, will you scare him to death by giving this kind of clothes to my dad?"

Qiao Nan was a little unhappy. For the first time in his life, he had paid someone for money to hear such feedback: "As for it? Isn't it just a piece of clothing?"

But that's really more than just a piece of clothing! Not to mention that such expensive gifts should not be collected casually. The heated discussion among urban villagers that such valuable items alone will cause numbness in the back. Sometimes gossip can be as sharp as a knife. If Mu's father hears it, he will probably be so worried that he can't sleep. His daughter, who has always been poor, suddenly makes such a big deal, who can't worry?

But the difference in values ​​between the two sides cannot be explained clearly in a few words. In Qiao Nan's eyes, this 58,000-yuan jacket is really just a piece of clothing.

Mu Xiangyao had no choice but to pull Qiao Nan to find a down jacket store on the second floor of the mall: "Listen to me Qiao Nan, I know you have good intentions, and I thank you very much, but I really can't let you give me something as expensive as my father. Look at these down jackets around you, too? Look at this one, and this one, I just have enough money on me. I bought it, can you return the leather one? "

Qiao Nan didn't say it was OK or not, and looked at her with a heavy look.

Mu Xiangyao was so angry that he was staring at him. He knew that he was angry and didn't know what to do, so he had to call the salesperson to get a down jacket he mentioned just now to pay.

The moment the salesperson came over, Qiao Nan threw the bag in his hand to Mu Xiangyao's feet.

Then he said nothing, withdrew his gaze and turned away calmly.

Qiao Nan was so angry that he wanted to find someone to fight on the spot. If he didn't leave, he was worried that he would get angry at Mu Xiangyao.

When he left the mall, he bumped into a sneaky guy and smashed the other person's head with a bad temper. He looked at the guy who seemed familiar but couldn't remember where he had seen him, and he was a little relaxed.

When he got on the motorcycle, he still felt an indescribable annoyance, because the words Mu Xiangyao said seemed to be as clear as the barriers of the 38th parallel - your dad, you buy them, I buy them.

*******

Mu Xiangyao sighed, signaled to the salesperson that he would not have to serve anymore, and then took the paper bag downstairs.

She found the store just now and asked for a return. The salesperson had a good attitude, but when she took out the clothes to check, she was embarrassed and said that she could not return it but could only exchange it, because when she checked the bill, Qiao Nan asked them to remove the tag.

Mu Xiangxiang looked at the clothes, which was really comfortable to see, thick and soft, and she knew that her father had never had such good clothes.

For a moment, she even wanted to do it without being determined, so she wouldn't take it back and wear it for her father.

But even though she grew up in such a poor family, she still remembered the dignity instilled in her by her parents, which was different from the gift related to Qiao Nan's face.

So after a long thought, she slowly spoke: "Then change the size."

“What size?”

Mu Xiangxiang recalled Qiao Nan's father's body shape: "175."

When she went out with her changed clothes, she suddenly felt a little sad, and all kinds of moods came one after another. She looked at the sky for a while and felt that she needed to sort out her emotions now.

On the other side, the motorcycle galloping on the road suddenly made a harsh sound of brakes. Qiao Nan stepped on the ground and suddenly remembered something.

He remembered the person he bumped into at the entrance of the mall just now. He was really angry at that time and felt familiar.

But now I suddenly remember clearly. Isn’t that He Pengcheng from the next sports school?

Once two months ago, the other party brought a group of people to the back of the school for a little personal grudge. He happened to meet him and led a group of buddies to beat him to death.

This place is not close to the sports school, so why did He Pengcheng appear here? He is still sneaky?

Qiao Nan suddenly had a bad idea in his heart. He tasted what it meant to be frightened for the first time. He shook his hand and tried to calmly dial the phone to his previous number. After answering, he asked directly: "Where are you?"

Mu Xiangyao said in a strange voice: "Ah?"

"I'll ask where you are!!" Qiao Nan couldn't help but roar in the street, and reacted and quickly made a soft voice, "Mu Xiang, tell me where you are."

Mu Xiangyao sniffed: "I saw the pavilion you saw before XX Park. What's wrong? My phone is almost out of battery..."

"What's wrong with you?" Qiao Nan was startled by her sob sound, and then hurriedly said, "Listen, think about it, you hurry up now-"

Dogdogdogdog...

Before he finished speaking, busy voices came from the receiver.

Qiao Nan looked at the screen and quickly dialed it over again, but it still couldn't connect.

"Mom, mom, mom!" Qiao Nan was so angry that he kicked his baby's motorcycle directly. He thought quickly, then immediately logged in to his WeChat, called Yan Zhiyang with a number.
To be continued...