General Mu said, "listen, listen, listen to these words, do you feel good? Can't you pass it? Are you a little less, and it doesn't matter if you are ridiculed?"

"I don't care."

"Then don't let the lotus root break."

"It's long been a clean break." This time, he was really beaten in the face and was a little confused.

He clearly felt that his incompetence, helplessness and helplessness could not be compared with Jack's foresight everywhere. If he fought hard, he might get lucky and win.

In terms of scheming and means, he is far inferior.

He rarely fights with Jack in close combat. Whether at home or abroad, Jack tries to avoid confrontation with Chinese agents. Except for Li Ze, Mu yuan has never had a fair fight with Jack.

Jack drew a line for them clearly with his gun muzzle, which made him feel powerless.

He also has self-esteem, and he also has... A competitive heart.

Who is not arrogant in the same situation since childhood? If Jack is just a foreign officer, it's all right. But if he is a lover, he is the same identity, the same life experience, and the same captain

Mu yuan played drums frantically. For him, this was the most emotional music. Mu's mother felt that she was going to be deaf and couldn't help kicking general mu.

"Let you talk!"

"What is it to me?" General Mu was angry. "Isn't this the truth?"

Mu yuan had breakfast, prepared his bilingual textbook, and waited for the teacher to come. When he brushed the circle of friends, he glanced at Jack's head with his lips pursed. Jack was the top of his circle of friends.

This has always been the case.

Even if there is no movement, it has always been his special reminder and top.

Jack changed his avatar, and Mu Mu was a year old again. He was a little reluctant to give up Mu Mu. Mu yuan closed his eyes and deleted jack, just deleted his circle of friends, deleted his phone number, and deleted all... Social accounts about Jack.

Mu yuan thought for a moment, asked for a carton and returned to his bedroom. He packed all the things Jack had given him in recent years, including lovers' cups, lovers' shirts, small gifts, paintings, bracelets. He didn't know if he didn't tidy them up. He was surprised that he couldn't finish packing a carton, and even had to tidy up two large cartons.

Mu yuan looked at familiar items and felt extremely uncomfortable. He had always put them in the bedroom. The most prominent place was the barracks dormitory, which was small and could not put many things. Besides, it was easy to lose things, so he put slightly precious and commemorative things at home. Now they are dusty and indescribably uncomfortable.

He packed it, closed it, and taped it with film.

"Don't you want this? Then send it out." Mother Mu said.

In addition to being a university professor, Mu's mother is also in charge of a student aid foundation in poor mountainous areas. This is a government project, which is managed by several senior professors with high weights, and also employs professional managers.

There are few unwanted items in Mu yuan's home. Mu yuan's mother will pack some old clothes and used things and send them to Dushan district. She often buys clothes for mu yuan. Some things that Mu yuan doesn't like and wears once or twice are packed and sent to people in need.

Mu yuan was stunned. "Then... OK."

Send it away.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Mu's mother was about to call Mu's father up, and Mu yuan repented, "Mom, I won't send them out for the time being. I'll put these two boxes in the storage room. Don't move."