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"Mo Xiao, isn't it cold when you stand outside?" When Wenjia woke up and went to the bathroom, she suddenly found Mo Xiao still standing on the balcony. She remembered that she was there before going to bed.
Mo Xiao didn¡¯t respond, so Wenjia took a coat and walked over to put it on her.
Hearing her approaching footsteps, Mo Xiao turned his back slightly, and Wenjia heard her sniffing sound. Without saying anything, she put her coat on Mo Xiao.
"Thank you." Mo Xiao said in a low voice.
"Why are you being polite to me?" Wen Jia also wrapped her coat tightly around her body and didn't leave, just standing next to Mo Xiao. "Why does such a beautiful moon have to be sad alone?" she asked while breathing in the fresh air.
"Have you seen it all?" Mo Xiao stared at the night sky, knowing that Wenjia had seen what he looked like just now.
Wen Jia rubbed her nose: "To be honest, Mo Xiao, I always thought you wouldn't shed tears."
"Why?"
"But I don't think so now, because you are also a woman." Wenjia turned around and told her, but the answer was wrong.
Mo Xiao was stunned, lowered his head, and tightened his coat.
"What is that? Can I see it?" Wenjia noticed the letter on her fingertips in her movements.
Mo Xiao silently handed the letter to Wenjia.
Wenjia took it and found it was a hundred-character order.
Mo
Know
It¡¯s hard to calm down
How many times have I picked up my pen?
It¡¯s hard to express the meaning of lovesickness
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Although we know that the road is long and long, we have to build a long way to go
No matter how far you are, you are not afraid of the time
I just want to hold my hand and live up to the beauty¡¯s wishes
How can you be so talented and knowledgeable?
But it¡¯s not as good as Spring Breeze Ten Miles of Love
Even if we accompany you day and night
Still only a few words of envy
Waiting for the flowers to fall
I am with Idu
But at this time
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you
¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ªYan Yibo
After reading it, Wenjia sighed: "What a beautiful poem, what beautiful words." Then she read out the following signature: "Yan Yibo?" This time she did not dare to be casual, for fear that she would say something wrong again.
¡°Ex-boyfriend.¡± Mo Xiao admitted it generously.
It was just as Wenjia guessed, but she didn't expect that Mo Xiao was also a nostalgic person.
"Very talented." Wen Jia praised and handed the letter back to Mo Xiao.
Mo Xiao took the reply letter, folded it carefully, and said proactively: "Didn't you ask me before why I frequently change cities and change jobs?"
Wenjia looked at her: "Is itfor him?" She asked cautiously.
Mo Xiao held the folded letter tightly in his hand, then raised his eyes to look at the night sky and softly said "Hmm": "I've been looking for him."
This was the first time that Mo Xiao took the initiative to tell her about her past. Wenjia was touched in her heart: "How long will it take to find him if you find him in this way? China is so big, or maybe he is not in China at all."
"A lifetime." Mo Xiao told her.
Wenjia was stunned, the wind felt a little cold on her face.
"Then spend your whole life looking for it" She heard Mo Xiao's voice floating in the wind.
Wenjia seemed to see another Mo Xiao in this answer, a Mo Xiao that made her get to know her again.
I don¡¯t know if her persistence is worth it. There are many things she wants to ask, but in the end Wenjia only asks: ¡°Then how long do you plan to stay in City A?¡±
Mo Xiao looked at the brightest star and told her: "Maybe for a long time."
"How long is a long time?" Wenjia didn't understand what she meant.
Mo Xiao smiled and stopped talking: "Go back to sleep, I have to go to work tomorrow." He took off his coat and gave it back to her: "Thank you for your coat, thank you for being willing to accompany me here to enjoy the cold wind and listen to what I say."
Xie Wenjia felt a little embarrassed at this time, scratched his head and said: "I'm also very happy that you are willing to tell me. You can tell me anything you are unhappy about in the future. We are roommates!"
Mo Xiao nodded: "Thank you, go to sleep, good night."
"Good night." Wenjia also waved to her, and then went back to her room, having long forgotten to think about the meaning of Mo Xiao's last sentence.
***
Late at night, Yan Yibo is still reading professional books in the study. When he has insomnia, he has become accustomed to reading books to pass the time.p; Yan Yibo was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered: "What do you want to know?" He did not avoid Ming Luo. After all, he was eight years old. He had reached a sensitive stage and would want to seek some answers. He also had some answers. Quan knows.
With Yan Yibo's silent consent, Ming Luo slowly raised his head: "I want to know what kind of person my father is."
Yan Yibo was silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "He was a free-spirited person when he was young. He had his own dreams and thought that many things would go according to his ideas. He was a bit naive, a bit" He said When he saw Ming Luo looking a little unhappy, he changed his mind and said, "Except for his naive ideas, he is pretty good in other aspects."
When Ming Luo said this, he became happy. In his heart, his father is very good!
"Is he tall?" Ming Luo asked next.
"Higher."
"How high is it?"
"As tall as me."
"Is he handsome?" Ming Luo became more energetic.
Yan Yibo raised his hand and stroked his little head: "He is more handsome than me." He told him.
"Wowthat's very handsome." Ming Luo sighed and unconsciously leaned on Yan Yibo: "What about my mother? Is she beautiful?"
Yan Yibo was quiet again.
"Brother, where is my mother?" Ming Luo was eager to know the answer, so she grabbed his arm and shook it.
This action is just like when Mo Xiao grabbed him many years ago, shaking his arm while acting coquettishly: "Yan Yibo, can you carry me on your back?"
Yan Yibo was shaken back to his senses. Looking at Ming Luo's clear eyes, he finally said "hmm".
Ming Luo felt that his answer was a bit perfunctory, so she stuck to him and asked, "Then do I look like my father or my mother?"
Ming Luo's eyes were full of expectation. Yan Yibo reached out and pinched his little face. Except for the shape of his face, Ming Luo's facial features were exactly the same as hers.
¡°Like your mother, you are exactly the same when you act coquettishly¡¡± He murmured.
"Have you ever seen my mother act like a spoiled child?" Ming Luo said, holding her chin and tilting her head.
His words made Yan Yibo stunned, and his face turned red involuntarily. He took the opportunity to turn on the lamp on the bedside table and turned his face.
"Well, I've seen her acting coquettishly with your father."
Ming Luo leaned closer to him again: "What about my dad? How did my dad react?"
"He" Yan Yibo paused: "He spoils her very much."
Ming Luo smiled happily when he heard this: "Then my father loves my mother very much, right?"
Yan Yibo looked at him silently, then touched his head and turned off the big light in the room.
"Mingluo, go to sleep"
Seeing that his brother didn't answer him, Ming Luo was a little disappointed, but then he thought about how his brother knew his father's feelings for his mother. Only dad himself knows. So without further questioning, he lay down obediently.
"I believe my father must love me and my mother very much." Finally, he buried himself in Yan Yibo's arms and muttered.
Yan Yibo¡¯s hand that was turning off the lamp was hanging in the air.
After a while, there was only the sound of turning off the lights, and the room fell into darkness again. Ming Luo heard Yan Yibo's low flirting voice again.
"Yes, your father loves you very muchand your mother." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com