Chapter 31

Liu Zhiming saw that Guan Tang's face had turned pale and said, "It's lucky that people who don't know you well can't recognize your face. The main problem is Mo Chengchuan..."
Guantang didn't listen to what he said at all, and grabbed his hand: "Please don't let my dad see."
"What are you doing here?" Aunt Yang saw them walking away and turned around to call them.
The two of them stood by the large dinosaur for quite some time, with Guan Tang's hand still resting on Lu Ziming's arm, looking like an emperor supporting a eunuch.
Feeling Yang Auntie's gaze, Guan Tang quickly removed her hand and smiled, "It's nothing, I just felt a bit dizzy for a moment."
Aunt Yang noticed that his complexion was not good, and she felt a little worried: "Oh, what's wrong with you?" She walked over, touched Guan Tang's forehead, "Still sweating? It's really cold here, you need to go get checked."
"Maybe I got up too early this morning. I'll take a rest for a while and be fine." Guan Tang just fobbed it off and then took the time to send a message to Mo Chengchuan: "What kind of physique do you have? How come every time I'm with you, I end up on the hot search?"
Mo Chengchuan told him very seriously: "You first hit the hot search not because of me, but because you were photographed at the signing event. The second time you hit the hot search was also because you got drunk and posted my emoji pack."
Guang Tang: "..."
Guan Tang: "You quickly post a Weibo to explain."
Mo Chengchuan just finished exercising, took a shower, sat at the dining table and didn't even bother to eat breakfast. He replied to Guan Tang's message first: "How do I explain?"
Guantang is very anxious and doesn't even bother to look at the exhibition. He types with his head down and his fingers flying: "It's supposed to be a borrowed spot, a friend's relationship, and so many excuses. Just come up with a random entertainment industry explanation."
Mo Chengchuan: "Oh."
Mo Chengchuan: "What if I get photographed again next time?"
Mo Chengchuan: "What if it's not a favor next time?"
Mo Chengchuan: "What if it's not a friend relationship next time?"
Before Guan Tang had a chance to reply, Xu Yuan's message came first: "Hahaha, look at this little white face, doesn't he look like you!"
She posted the most popular Weibo post and circled the person that looked very much like Guan Tang, who was being held by Mo Chengchuan. If the photo was a little clearer, she would have found that they were almost identical.
"......" Guan Tangmu frowned and took a screenshot of the message, sent it to Mo Chengchuan, and threw a harsh word: "The little white face said there will be no next time!"
On the other side, Mo Chengchuan was quiet for a while, and then sent a question mark.
Mo Chengchuan: "What is this?"
He sent the screenshot that Gang Tang had just sent to him back to him, imitating Xu Yuan's way of circling Gang Tang, and also circled the message reminder at the top of the screen with a red pen.
关棠根本没注意自己截图的时候，刚好弹出来莫呈川三连问的最后一问，上面显示出了消息发送人——凸莫凸。
Mo Chengchuan asked, "Explain, what does this mean."
Guan Tang: "…………"
Guan Tang pretended to be dead.
After a while, Mo Chengchuan sent another screenshot, where he changed Guan Tang to "Ao Guan Ao".
Guan Tang immediately blushed and said, "That's not what I meant!!!" She also asked him, "Why are you so dirty!"
Mo Chengchuan typed another question mark: "Where is it yellow?"
Guan Tang couldn't say anything. He sent several crazy head-shaking frogs over, covering Mo Chengchuan's screenshot so he couldn't see it, and then said, "I changed it, you change it back for me too!"
Actually, Mo Chengchuan originally just had a feeling that "convex" does not have a good meaning, but seeing Guan Tang's reaction, he understood after thinking for a while.
He expressed his helplessness towards Guan Tang's peculiar imagination, couldn't help but laugh at his phone, and said, "Great, let's go with this, I won't change it."
Guan Tang: "What kind of person does things?!"
He was completely immersed in chatting with Mo Chengchuan, and he kept picking up his phone to check when Mo Chengchuan didn't reply for a while. The Qin, Han, Wei, and Jin dynasties in the museum couldn't hold his attention for a moment. Now, his eyes and mind were only focused on that cellphone, as if he wanted to dive into it.
Guan Shaoyang has been observing him several times on the side, thinking he was chatting with Yuan He. Guan Shaoyang and Yang Auntie exchanged glances and were very pleased.
Mo Chengchuan went to Baidu to search for "people doing things," but before he had a chance to look carefully at the explanation, Professor Mo called. Mo Chengchuan answered the phone, and the person on the other end asked, "Are you at home?"
"Here." Mo Chengchuan said.
"Would you mind opening the door for me?"
Mo Chengchuan frowned: "Where are you? At my doorstep?"
Professor Mo: "Yes."
Mo Chengchuan opened the door full of doubt, and Professor Mo was indeed standing at the door.
This house was bought by Mo Chengchuan after he returned to China. Since then, he has been living here, while Professor Mo still lives in the old house in the family building. Mo Chengchuan is busy with work, so he only takes his old lady to Professor Mo's place for a meal on weekends, which can be considered as taking care of both sides at the same time.
Professor Mo is also busy, some old teachers of her age have already retired and gone back to take care of their grandchildren, but she insists on working until 60. Student after student, she always faces the youngest and most vibrant group, but in the blink of an eye, she is also getting old, her own children have grown up, have their own careers and space, and are far away from her.
It seems like from a long, long time ago, the mother and son have always had this business-like way of interacting. Professor Mo rarely comes here, let alone coming over without saying hello first, which has never happened before.
Not many people come to Mo Chengchuan's place, he didn't even have a pair of guest slippers prepared, and could only reluctantly find a pair of winter slippers.
"It's okay," Professor Mo said, "I'll just wear yours."
Mengcheng Mo placed the slippers in front of Professor Mo and asked, "How did you get here?"
"Just came to take a look," Professor Mo walked into the house, looked around, and saw breakfast set out in the dining room, looking somewhat surprised, "You haven't had breakfast yet? Why so late, breakfast time should be at seven..."
Mo Chengchuan said, "Well, I got up early and did some exercise, then took a shower."
Professor Mo realized that 7 o'clock was a habit from Mo Chengchuan's previous studying days, which was actually a long time ago. She just instinctively thought that Mo Chengchuan would always keep this habit unchanged.
"You go ahead and eat first."
Mo Chengchuan didn't sit down, he thought for a moment and asked, "Do you want some coffee?"
Professor Mo looked at him, somewhat surprised, "Do you have coffee here?"
"Yes." Mo Chengchuan went into the kitchen to prepare coffee for Professor Mo. Professor Mo noticed that the tableware on the table was still clean. Mo Chengchuan hadn't started eating yet, but couldn't resist raising her hand to look at the clock.
There was the sound of grinding coffee beans coming from the kitchen, and Professor Mo was stunned for a moment before walking in to see. On the counter were a siphon pot and a fully automatic coffee machine, looking very professional.
Professor Mo said, "I remember you used to not drink coffee."
Mo Chengchuan is grinding coffee beans and casually replied, "Yes, a friend forced me to drink a few times, and then I learned to drink. Sometimes when I'm busy at work, drinking some can be refreshing."
Professor Mo didn't ask him where he got such good friends, and she even forced him to drink coffee that he never touched. She was silent for a while, and just said, "Drinking too much is not good for you."
Mo Chengchuan didn't say anything. His grinding of the coffee beans was very skilled. Professor Mo watched for a while and then turned and left.
She sat alone at the edge of the dining table, seemingly accustomed to this silence. Mo Chengchuan was not around, and she didn't wander around the house aimlessly, until Mo Chengchuan brought her a cup of coffee: "I've added sugar and milk."
She reached out and took it: "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Mo Chengchuan sat back in his original seat and started eating his breakfast.
Professor Mo took a sip of his coffee and said, "Not bad."
"Thank you."
Professor Mo finished his coffee, and Mo Chengchuan finished his breakfast without saying a word to each other. When Mo Chengchuan was clearing the dishes, he asked Professor Mo, "Do you want more?"
Professor Mo refused, "No, it's not necessary."
When Mo Chengchuan came out of the kitchen, he brought a glass of clear water for Professor Mo. She didn't say anything, just sat opposite him, calmly looking at her.
Professor Mo held the water cup but didn't drink, and said, "Tell me about your recent situation."
Mo Chengchuan asked almost without hesitation, "Have you seen the news online?"
Professor Mo doesn't really care about these things that young people play with, but she can't overlook the fact that she has a famous son. What she can't see, others can, and they come to her to gossip.
“Is it true?” Professor Mo asked.
“What do you mean, dating, or being homosexual?”
There was a sudden silence in the restaurant, no one spoke, as Chengchuan Mo looked directly at Professor Mo without hesitation.
“If it's about romance, not yet,” Mo Chengchuan said. “You didn't used to care about these things, and never thought of coming over to ask in person. A phone call would have been enough for the next time.”
Professor Mo didn't speak, Mo Chengchuan looked at her expression, and suddenly asked, "You knew a long time ago?" It was actually a very affirmative tone.
"When did you know?" Mo Chengchuan saw that Professor Mo did not intend to answer, and was not in a hurry. He began to ask and answer himself very naturally, "For so many years, you have never cared about my marriage, never asked a single question, so you should have known very early, right?"
“I'm afraid that if I ask, I will just come out of the closet. But why did I suddenly want to ask today?” He spoke calmly, looking at Professor Mo the whole time.
“Have you ever met Guan Tang? He's the guy I lived with in college.” Mo Chengchuan paused, then added, “He's also the person in the photo from last night.”
Professor Mo didn't avoid his gaze either. Seeing Mo Chengchuan had been trying to explain for a while, he personally answered a question at this moment, "I have seen it once."
There was little change in Mo Chengchuan's expression, but somehow his momentum suddenly rose, staring at Professor Mo and said, "When? What did you say to him?"
"Do you think I instigated your breakup?" Professor Mo's face also turned cold, "I am not the matchmaker who ruins people's marriages, I am not that idle."
Mo Chengchuan slightly closed his mouth, as if calmly assessing her, and said, "I hope so."
"Whether you are suitable for each other, you know best. I am a divorced person, and I understand better than anyone that liking each other is not enough to sustain a marriage. When your dad and I..." Professor Mo suddenly stopped. She had never talked about this in front of Mo Chengchuan, feeling that this failed marriage was not suitable to discuss in front of her child.
"But I am not you," Mo Chengchuan looked at her and said, "Mom, I am not you, and he is not either. I may make the same mistakes you once made, but I will not always walk the same path as you."
Professor Mo listened to Mo Chengchuan speaking word by word, as if only at this moment did she truly perceive that the man in front of her, whom she had jointly raised into adulthood with, was not one bit inferior to their own child.