This was the first time for Xiang's father to see a classmate or male classmate come to see his daughter, and he enthusiastically asked An Mo to come in.
"Xiaoqing is at home, come in." Xiangfu turned around and shouted: "Xiaoqing, someone is looking for you."
Nan Qing stood up and walked over, a little surprised to see An Moci coming to his home: "An Moci."
An Moci acted a little shy, and Nan Qing immediately introduced: "Dad, this is my classmate. His name is An Moci. He has the best grades in the school. He was also in the competition class I participated in recently, and he lives there."
He taught me all the homework in the competition class downstairs in our house that I didn’t understand.”
When he heard that An Moci was number one in the school and he even taught his daughter to do her homework, both her father and mother were impressed by An Moci and welcomed her warmly.
Ask An Moci if he has eaten, and let's eat together at their house.
So An Moci stayed.
Both parents were busy in the kitchen, and Nan Qing and An Moci were sitting on the sofa in the living room.
An Moci took out a test paper: "I put your paper in my school bag, and I came here to give it back to you."
"Yeah, it seems I missed a paper when I was doing my homework." Nan Qing put the paper away.
An Moci looked at the fresh fruits on the coffee table. In the living room, she could still hear the sounds of the Xiang family and his wife talking and cooking from the kitchen. This was an ordinary and warm family.
He saw their family of three getting along with each other on the surveillance camera. They were obviously just a mile apart upstairs and downstairs, but the world inside the house was completely different.
Xiaoqing's home is extremely cozy, but with the curtains drawn, his room is dark, quiet and cold...
An Moci looked at the Wenxin family in the surveillance room. He finally couldn't help but go upstairs and knock on the door. He wanted to stay with her, otherwise he felt like he would go crazy the next second.
There was only a house in his world, never a home. He might have had a home once, but his home was different from other people's homes. His home was either quiet and weird, with no one paying attention, or it was filled with men and women shouting and yelling.
Things were smashed to the ground.
When An Moci grew up, he knew the terms cold violence and domestic violence. This was the environment in which he grew up.
When Nan Qing came back after putting down the papers, she found An Moci sitting on the sofa shivering. She quickly walked over and sat next to him: "An Moci, don't be afraid, I'm by your side."
It's not clear what made him feel uncomfortable, but Nan Qing knew that his words could give him strength.
Nan Qing reached out and held his hand, her delicate hands wrapping one of his, soft and warm.
An Moci was indeed feeling better, at least he wasn't trembling anymore. He turned his head and looked at her with a guilty conscience: "Xiaoqing, am I scary? Do you think I'm mentally ill?"
"There are some minor psychological problems, but I think you are a very good and caring person, and you are not scary at all."
Nan Qing's words were just right and comforted him. The most compliments An Moci had ever heard in his life came from her mouth. He always knew that he had problems and was even a pervert, but she always said that he was a good person.
Brag yourself.
"An Moci, you are not scary at all. I like you very much. Don't think about yourself."
She continued to comfort him, but her words of affection caused waves in the young man's heart.
Xiang's mother prepared the meal, and Xiang's father came out with the dishes: "It's time to eat. You two go and wash your hands."
Nan Qing stood up: "Let's go, wash your hands and eat. My mother's cooking is not bad. You can eat more later."
This meal was the most lively meal An Moci had had in the past ten years. Although there were only four people, the atmosphere was more lively than he had ever seen before.