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He Yuwen said goodbye to Situ She early in the morning. Situ She offered to have a meal with him, but he also refused. For some reason, he felt that he must refuse.
Mo Xiaoxiao was sitting in the room, solemnly tracing something that could barely be called a painting, while Mo Yao was also watching intently on the side, and praised her for her good painting.
"What are you drawing?"
He Yuwen walked in quietly, startling Mo Xiaoxiao and Mo Yao.
"We are painting plums!"
Mo Yao smiled at him with a pure and innocent face, Mo Xiaoxiao lowered her head and did not look at him, hiding her little embarrassment by turning a blind eye.
Where does she know how to draw plum blossoms? She is clearly "printing plum blossoms" by dipping the ink with a brush onto delicately blooming plum blossoms, then pinching them between two pieces of white paper, and finally tracing them in a pretentious manner. Fan seems to be painting!
Mo Xiaoxiao's hands were covered with black ink, and Mo Yao's round face was stained a lot, but He Yuwen couldn't smile at all
"We're going home tomorrow, and we'll be back early in the morning. It's the 21st of the twelfth lunar month, so prepare yourself."
Mo Xiaoxiao was startled, then continued to do her own thing, and said casually: "Oh! But that's your home, not mine, and I haven't found my home yet!"
There was a trace of resentment between He Yuwen's eyebrows, and there was a sense of self-blame: "That was my fault. If you don't mind, you can stay here temporarily and wait until the weather gets warmer before making another plan."
Mo Xiaoxiao was silent for a while, then continued: "What do you mean? Me? With you? Going home? Your father will be angry. Last time I caused a lot of trouble with your family"
"I mean, it could be your home if you wanted to."
"My home?"
Mo Xiaoxiao looked at him in astonishment!
He Yuwen explained again and again, speaking incoherently and slurred: "What I mean is, it's just a temporary destination. Don't think too much about it."
"oh!"
He Yuwen was about to leave, and when the thing in her hand caught his attention, what a familiar look it was! ! !
Isn't the writing brush that Mo Xiaoxiao is waving in his hand the precious wolf brush that he keeps in his room!
"Mo Xiaoxiao, where did you get the things in your hand?"
He suddenly frowned and spoke harshly.
Mo Xiaoxiao stopped the movements in her hands, stared blankly, then turned her head guiltily and asked Mo Yao softly: "My little ancestor, didn't I tell you to find a pen at random, where did you get it?" !"
Mo Yao pursed his lips and opened his eyes wide: "I took it from Mr. He's room, and you didn't say no"
It's over, it's over, it's over!
He Yuwen raised the decibel again: "I asked you something, what are you talking about?"
That pen was entrusted to the master to make it, and it was carefully made with the finest wolf fur carefully selected. It took a lot of effort, and he used it carefully on weekdays for fear of breaking it
Mo Xiaoxiao smiled at him awkwardly, with a flattering look: "Hehe, I, I'll clean it up for you right away, and make sure it's the same as the new one, absolutely the same."
While talking, he put the wolf hair directly into the basin of water next to him and rubbed it like washing clothes
He Yuwen's face is so ugly that it can no longer be described as ugly, it is simply ugly! ! !
How could the delicate wolf hair withstand her ravages like this, and the way to wash the brush doesn't have to be so rough!
"What are you doing, that is!!"
He Yuwen's speaking speed is no longer as fast as her scrubbing speed. It has already been washed, and it probably won't work after washing it! ! !
Mo Xiaoxiao's face flushed: "Ah? What's wrong!"
"You stupid woman!"
He Yuwen's eyebrows were almost twisted into a twist, and he was so angry that he was in a stalemate for a long time before he said such a sentence angrily, and then walked away. It seems that the money is very expensive, right?
When He Yuwen thinks of Mo Xiaoxiao, he gets angry. She always seems to be able to change ways to make him angry, as if she is born with a troublesome nature, but she can't do anything to her, she is still a little dead Mind you, this is the worst part.
He Yuwen suddenly looked at the pink book that he had sandwiched among the many books, it was there so quietly, neither contending nor snatching nor making noise, as quiet as a virgin, so beautiful.
If, if she is willing to come back with me, will the ending be different???Or he stayed in that prosperous country there, but too many involuntary things made him raise the white flag to reality.
Would it be different if you could disregard everything and insist on your love and affection without hesitation? Perhaps they have long been singing in groups of sons and daughters!
It's just that there is no duality law in the world! The detached thoughts are kidnapped by the ruthless reality. Once they resist and are torn apart, everything will be wiped out forever.
If, if it happened again, would he still choose this way?
At this moment in his heart, he still loves that girl very much. It is true that Mo Xiaoxiao is not worth mentioning compared to that girl who shines like jewels, or can not be compared at all. They are two completely different souls
On the second day, although there was no heavy snow flying in the blue sky, it was still misty and rainy, and the surrounding fields were frozen and vast, and the sky was gray and lifeless, and the mountains in the distance could not be seen clearly due to the mist. Dai and Louting.
He Yuwen is still the same as when he came here, he is upright, walks like the wind, stands like a clock, his natural arrogance is shown in his temperament, a face comparable to Bingshuang, he does not wear glasses, maybe because of the fog It is thicker, but it is easy to blur.
Mo Xiaoxiao was wearing a thick jacket. With one hand, Mo Yao, who was wrapped up like a baby silkworm chrysalis, followed closely behind He Yuwen. He walked very fast. After a while, it fell down a lot and had to trot up again.
He is like a gust of wind, not stopping at all, he is used to being chased so aggressively, unreachable and close at hand.
When passing by Jiangcheng, Mo Xiaoxiao saw that the bustling city was still noisy even though it was ice and snow. He was breathing white while talking, but his face was filled with happy smiles, and the street vendors yelled as usual and didn't get lazy because of the cold.
It turns out that this is the Chinese New Year in the city
Mo Xiaoxiao clearly remembers that in her hometown, Chinese New Year was no different from usual. Neither they nor the villagers could afford lanterns and couplets. There were very few people buying and selling New Year¡¯s goods in the dilapidated street market, because most of them were their own I made it, and on the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, my uncle went to the street to buy a few feet of red paper, and took it to the gentleman in the town to write a few pictures with a pen. It was not expensive, and it was done for five cents.
When he arrived in the downtown area, Mo Yao stopped when he passed the bridge. He stopped for a while, his eyes looked at the still rolling river, and the bridge hole under the bridge at both ends, where he used to be. s home.
"Sister, I want to eat candied haws!"
Mo Yao looked at Mo Xiaoxiao anxiously, licking his dry and cracked mouth.
He Yuwen finally stayed for a while, and bought a bunch of candied haws for Mo Xiaoxiao and Mo Yao, looking expressionless as if taking care of two children.
When Mo Yao looked at the cold bridge hole, he began to nostalgia, recall and miss.
Those eight days, year after year, day after day, those days of being dependent on the silly mother-in-law are vivid in my mind and still fresh in my memory. They are old, weak, sick and disabled and are often bullied by others. Because the silly mother-in-law is stupid, they are also very happy , but the silly mother-in-law is not stupid, because she always remembers to buy him a bunch of candied haws during the Chinese New Year and regards the Chinese New Year as his birthday.
After buying candied haws, the three of them continued on their way.
After walking through the bustle and bustle of Jiangcheng, I came to a quiet alley, where a few houses were sparsely located. Occasionally, a few wisps of cooking smoke fluttered out from the chimneys protruding from the black roofs. Wet, the rain has not dried, and the old tree at the door has lost all its leaves and does not look so beautiful.
The only thing that makes the alley lively and lively is the red lanterns hanging in the doorway fluttering in the wind. The lanterns are not lit, and the red color makes the courtyard festive. Walking around a corner, I passed by several flower-like girls in red and green.
There was a bright girl in a red dress, which made her bright and charming. There was a black beauty mole on her white face. This hasty glance brought He Yuwen back into memory.
It's another winter, is that same passionate girl wearing a coat as red as fire, carrying a huge drawing board and painting for the passers-by on the gorgeous street?
Everyone has a deep and soft story deep in their hearts, which will come out at a certain moment of deja vu, making you unable to control yourself.
Memories are the hands that transform beauty, and they are friends with the time in the years. Many things that seemed ordinary to us at the time were painted into pictures of beautiful and memorable things after the precipitation of time. The sharp edges and corners of pain and sorrow have been worn away by it, so that we have a past that we are willing to recall.
Hindsight is the source of memories
Reminiscing about the various aspects of the past, will you also think of the same nostalgia for the past today in a certain day in the future?
People always like to understand the joys and sorrows of the past, worry about the unknown tomorrow, and miss the equally wonderful present. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)All the beautiful and memorable things, the sharp edges and corners of those unpleasant, painful and sad, let us have a past that we are willing to recall.
Hindsight is the source of memories
Reminiscing about the various aspects of the past, will you also think of the same nostalgia for the past today in a certain day in the future?
People always like to understand the joys and sorrows of the past, worry about the unknown tomorrow, and miss the equally wonderful present. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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