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    Zhuo Weilan paused in wiping his sweat. He took a moment to realize the meaning of this sentence, and quickly asked, "Have you remembered?"

    When she got excited, her tone rose uncontrollably and her voice became shrill. Her hands that had just wiped off the sweat involuntarily pressed Mo Shuang's shoulders and shook her tightly, hoping to make Mo Shuang, who was bowing his head, speak quickly.

    Mo Shuang let her sway for a moment, then opened her lips slightly, but what came out was an uncomfortable cough.

    "Oops, I'm sorry" Zhuo Weilan realized that she was too rude, so she patted her back to help him calm down. She suppressed her questions and planned to take good care of Mo Shuang before saying, "What's wrong? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

    Mo Shuang shook her head, looked up, saw the trees not far away, pursed her lips, and said to herself, "I'm at home"

    "Yes, you are at home." Zhuo Weilan was worried about Mo Shuang's pale face. He unconsciously softened his tone and coaxed the child to explain the facts in front of him again and again, without getting bored at all.

    Mo Shuang rubbed her brows, unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car. She obviously breathed a sigh of relief when she walked outside.

    Zhuo Weilan followed closely. He wanted to get closer but noticed Mo Shuang's clenched fist. He stopped and asked softly, "Mo Shuang, what's wrong?"

    "Follow me." Mo Shuang directly stretched out his hand to pull the person.

    Zhuo Weilan didn't understand the structure of the Mo family. When he saw that Mo Shuang had taken a different path than when he came, his road blindness came into play. He was led forward in a daze. When he saw the window of the house, he thought he was going back to the living room.  , couldn't help but ask, "Are you going to find dad?"

    "No." Mo Shuang answered decisively, "Don't tell him."

    Zhuo Weilan saw a man who was sweating and trembling and began to order people in an instant. He almost couldn't react. When he saw Mo Shuang's serious expression, he subconsciously nodded obediently.

    Mo Shuang opened a side door that was different from the entrance to the living room. Without going in, he reached out and took out something.

    "This is" Zhuo Weilan couldn't figure it out when she saw that Mo Shuang was holding a notebook and a pencil.

    "The chef's notebook is used to write down some chores." Mo Shuang explained simply, and without stopping, he took her to the bench next to him and sat down, "Weilan, do me a favor."

    "What's up?"

    "I describe a person's appearance, and you draw him."

    From what he heard before contacting him, Zhuo Weilan could roughly guess that it was related to what Mo Shuang remembered, so he readily agreed, took the book and turned to a clean page, "You tell me."

    ¡°He has a Chinese character face, short hair, thick eyebrows, medium-sized eyes and droopy corners, a bit like the triangular eyes of a Channel 3 news host.¡±

    Zhuo Weilan felt something was wrong when he heard this, "What is it like? I don't watch the news"

    "You draw a rough outline first, and then slowly change the differences."

    "It's not convenient here." Zhuo Weilan hasn't painted portraits for a long time, and his hands are already a little raw. At this moment, he is using his thigh as a table, with a thin book as a base. The tip of his pen is shaking and in danger of breaking. He really can't imagine painting.  What the hell is it like to come out, "Let's go home and paint."

    Mo Shuang looked at the few strokes she drew distractedly in the notebook and felt that it was not ideal. She sighed and compromised, "Okay, I'll write it down first."

    Zhuo Weilan handed over the notebook and watched Mo Shuang quickly write down the impressive details on the paper. He felt that he had to help, so he took out his mobile phone and typed it into the memo for electronic backup.

    After Mo Shuang finished writing, when she finished recording, she quickly tore off the paper and stuffed it into her pocket.

    Zhuo Weilan heard the crisp tearing sound and felt uncomfortable for some reason. She immediately stepped forward and took Mo Shuang's arm.

    "I'm fine." Mo Shuang took the initiative to explain, "It's just that some strange pictures suddenly appeared in my head and I was scared."

    Zhuo Weilan is an impatient person. He can¡¯t help but look at spoilers when watching TV series. When watching suspense movies, he wants to know the truth. When he hears vague remarks about ¡°some strange scenes¡±, he naturally becomes curious.

    But Mo Shuang seemed tired. She stared at the ground and unconsciously kicked away an innocent stone.

    Zhuo Weilan didn't ask further questions, trying to find some reasons to be patient in his restless heart.

    First, Mo Shuang just remembered that she was in a very unstable mood. Her sweat-wet hair was still stuck to her forehead. She looked helpless. She would only feel stressed when being questioned. Second, this place was not a good place at all.  Mo Shuang didn't want to see her father and wanted to keep the things she recalled as a secret. She even had to sneak in through the side door with a pen and paper. She was stuck in the yard where someone appeared out of nowhere.  It's really inappropriate to ask.

    She had already comforted herself, but Mo ShuangThe words came out clearly at once.

    Grandpa Lou was furious and called the police and said, "No wonder my fence is missing a piece Call the police, you must call the police!"

    Zhuo Weilan is very experienced in coaxing the elderly, so he asked Grandpa Lou not to be angry, follow the procedures, and arrest the thief who broke into the house.  Grandpa Lou thought it was reasonable and asked his daughter to help, as he insisted on making the matter bigger.

    Mo Shuang didn¡¯t care much about this and stared at the portrait with a frown.

    Zhuo Weilan didn't dare to say a word for fear of disrupting the train of thought, and silently sent a message to the detective who had given an explanation. Occasionally, when he looked up, he saw Mo Shuang sitting quietly beside him, and he couldn't help but curl his lips.

    Long time no see, this kind of daily companionship.

    The warmth she enjoyed did not last long, and was ruined by the sound of a cell phone vibrating.

    "Dad?" Mo Shuang frowned, glanced at Zhuo Weilan, answered the call, and pressed the speakerphone so that she could listen.

    As soon as the call was connected, Dad said nothing, and the background sound was exciting.

    The police car whistled, Mo Qinhai screamed, her aunt cried, and the police said rude words.

    No matter how noisy around you, Father Mo is still very calm, his voice is steady, even too calm and a bit scary, "Are you satisfied?"

    Mo Shuang said nothing, lowered her eyes and hugged her knees, letting her thin body shrink into a small ball on the sofa. Her eyes were fixed on the portrait at her hand whose identity she couldn't remember, and her lips were pursed, not knowing what she was thinking.

    Seeing this scene, Zhuo Weilan suddenly realized that the biggest shock Mo Shuang suffered from the age of 18 to 25 was not the addition of a strange and favorable person to her, but the experience of a kind father who changed his face.

    Just like at the graduation ceremony three years ago, I felt sad and helpless.

    Zhuo Weilan felt distressed and her patience reached its limit. Afraid that Father Mo would say something cruel again, he grabbed the phone and cursed, "What are you satisfied with? Mo Shuang's car was smashed yesterday. He was afraid that he would not be able to go home. What happened to you this morning?"  The whole family looks down upon me, and after finally coming back to rest, I still have to listen to your weird comments?"

    She is an obedient little daughter-in-law in the Mo family. Her talk back made Father Mo stunned, "You"

    "Mo Qinhai deserves to be caught. What's the point of complaining about Mo Shuang? It's more practical to tell Mo Qinhai not to commit suicide!"

    After Zhuo Weilan finished speaking, he clicked to hang up, feeling secretly relieved. When he saw the call record, his "dad" came back to his senses, his breathing accelerated and he was out of breath.

    She what did she do!

    The first person who objected to the marriage was Mo Shuang's father. He disliked Zhuo Weilan for being incompetent and unreliable. Zhuo Weilan knew that she was spoiled. She would get into trouble with the young lady from time to time and always let Mo Shuang take care of her. She was not justified.  Talking back, after getting married, you can't talk in the Mo family without talking, for fear of being picked on by the Mo family and others for making mistakes.

    She was happy to scold Father Mo this time, but it also meant that her years of hard work were in vain.

    "Ah" Zhuo Weilan was desperate, "This is bad."

    Mo Shuang sat over, hugged her and said softly, "It's not bad."

    Zhuo Weilan cried sadly, "Really?"

    "Yes." Mo Shuang smiled, and came over to give her a kiss on the cheek, "Thank you for speaking out for me."

    The lips are too soft and the smile is too sweet.

    Zhuo Weilan dazedly touched the place where he was kissed.

    Not only is it not bad, but it¡¯s also a bit flattering.

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