love addiction

Mo Chengyu knew that she said it to flatter him, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise. What does that mean?
He still tried to keep a straight face, "Then I will reluctantly watch it with you."

"Uncle, you are really kind to me, thank you for watching the movie with me." Jing Ran almost knelt down and kowtowed in gratitude.

Mo Chengyu's mood improved a lot, and he told the staff leading the way, "Is everything prepared according to my order?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Mo, take it easy."

Jing Ran was curious, "It's just watching a movie, what are you preparing for?"

"Don't you want a special experience? Of course it has to be different from others." Mo Chengyu said with a bit of air.

King dye embarrassment.

She really couldn't think of any special experience watching a movie.

After the two entered the infield, Jing Ran realized what the so-called special experience meant.

It turned out to be a bed!

She rubbed her eyes, looking at a huge round bed placed in the entire projection hall, she really thought she was delusional.

The most important thing is that the big round bed is covered with rose petals!

Jing Ran looked at the bed, then at the surrounding environment, and then at the man beside him.

There is no way to connect these things with uncle.

He is such a serious person, why would he have such an idea?
Mo Chengyu raised his chin slightly, his expression was a little haughty, as if he was waiting for her to praise him.

Knowing the man's thoughts, Jing Ran coughed a few times and said, "It's so romantic."

She saw the corner of Mo Chengyu's mouth slightly raised, although he still had such a proud expression.

Romantic lighting was on in the private room, and the atmosphere suddenly rose.

At this time, a staff member came in with a cart, and there were all kinds of exquisite pastries on it.

Jing Ran knew that it was not prepared by the movie theater, it should be bought specially, and it was all her favorite food.

Immediately, a dining table hidden in the wall was pulled out, and several people quickly arranged candlesticks and flowers.

When the candles were lit, the lights dimmed.

Mo Chengyu let go of her hand, strode towards the dining table, opened one of the seats and looked at her.

Jing Ran smiled knowingly, walked over and sat down very ladylike.

Mo Chengyu walked to the other side and sat opposite her.

The table is a bit long, they look at each other far away, and the flowers and candles in the middle are the best embellishments.

A romantic candlelight meal begins.

No one spoke, but they communicated with each other.

You look at me, I look at you, the eyes meet, interweave, and intertwine in the air.

Jing Ran's cheeks were slightly hot, and he picked up the napkin and put it on his lap. Over there, Mo Chengyu was also ready.

The red wine that had awoken a long time ago was poured into the glass by the waiter, and then he withdrew with a wink.

Mo Chengyu picked up the cup in front of him and shook it gracefully.

Jing Ran also picked up the wine glass, and he raised it up, wanting to see it far away.

They took another sip in tacit understanding.

The movie has started, and it's an old movie, Titanic.

Jingran's favorite love movie!
I believe that many people who have watched this movie will be moved by the scene of the hero and heroine standing on the bow of the boat.

Jack sacrificed himself to save Rose, the woman he fell in love with at first sight, and Rose never forgot about Jack all his life.

How many people has this love touched?
When the girl ignorantly understood what love is, she sat alone in the movie theater and cried.

As the plot progresses, Jack falls in love with the beautiful Rose, and the two travel through this luxurious feast.

One is a high-ranking young lady, and the other is a little ruffian who really won a boat ticket by gambling.

Here at Jing Ran, she felt that her roles had been changed.

She was that little ruffian who was supposed to live at the bottom of the society, but fell in love with him who was high above him, noble and extraordinary.

This journey is bound to be difficult.

But she loves so persistently.

Love has never been something that anyone can grasp, it is where the heart belongs and what the heart wants.

Mo Chengyu didn't have much interest in this kind of movie with literary and artistic feelings, but because she loved watching it, he also concentrated on watching it with her.

In the huge private room for lovers, he hugged her and leaned against the soft bed.

The ending of the movie is destined to be a tragedy.

Whether it is a new version or an old version, no one can change it.

It is precisely because of such a beautiful tragedy that Titanic has become one of the most classic love movies.

The projection hall fell silent, and Jing Ran wept uncontrollably.

Mo Chengyu hugged her comfortingly, and said in a low voice, "Fool, that's just a movie, it's not real, it won't be like that between us."

"...um." She cried more and more violently.

He didn't know that this story, just like between them, had an ending that was destined to be unchangeable.

Jack said that the best thing in his life was meeting her.

For Jing Ran, the best thing in her life was meeting Mo Chengyu.

The most classic noun is the phrase, Yourjump, Ijump!
Life and death follow.

Those who have never tasted the most beautiful love cannot understand the profound meaning of this sentence.

I'm Dawson, Rose Dawson.
With your surname, crown my name.

This is Mo Chengyu's memory after watching the movie.

He thought, not far away.

***
When we got out of the cinema, the weather turned down and there was light rain.

It was sunny in the morning, but now it is raining.

Jing Ran stood there, looking at the rain curtain, not quite calmed down yet.

Mo Chengyu came over and knelt down in front of her.

Just as she was feeling surprised, she saw that the man was seriously arranging her loose shoelaces.

Maybe it was tied without certification when I just left the movie theater, and it came loose after a few steps.

On a rainy day, the picture of a man tying a woman's shoelaces has become the most beautiful scene, attracting the attention of many people.

Mo Chengyu got up after tidying her up. Jing Ran was already happy, "Uncle, are we going home now?"

"No." He shook his head, held her hand, and led her forward.

This seems to have become the most commonly used posture for the two of them recently. Every time they go out, except for driving time, his hand will always hold hers.

Jing Ran looked at the clenched hand, as if taking a picture with a mobile phone.

But the phone had already been put back into his salute, and this scene could only be kept in his mind.

The place Mo Chengyu brought her here was a place for pottery.

"Uncle, how do you know that I like pottery?" Jing Ran asked in surprise, her eyes were filled with admiration for men.

The man raised his eyebrows proudly, "Because I am the person who knows you best in this world."

She smiled more happily, but she couldn't admit it, "It's true."

Among those things that I most want to do with my lover, three more things have been realized.

The two watched a movie together, her favorite movie Titanic.

After her shoelaces are untied, he will squat down and retie them carefully for her.

And soon, another one will be realized.

The two of them made pottery with their own hands, even if it is not good-looking, even if it is crooked, it is still their treasure, and it is placed in the most conspicuous place in their home.

Jing Ran has already thought about what to do, and it's something she thought about a long time ago.

When the pottery master saw the two coming, he immediately greeted them warmly, "Mr. Mo, everything is ready."

"Yeah." He nodded in satisfaction, looked at Jing Ran, "Tie on the apron, and don't turn yourself into a little cat."

"What if?" Jing Ran tilted his head and asked him.

He scratched her nose and said, "Then treat it as if I came out to walk the cat."

"..." Can we still have a good chat?

Jing Ran has done pottery twice, but that time was different from now, because now I really do pottery with him.

Compared with Jingran's semi-skilled, Mo Chengyu has a lot of hands.

The soil, which looked ugly, became the biggest trouble in his hands, and he couldn't do anything right.

Jing Ran glanced at it, then laughed shamelessly, "Uncle, what are you doing, hahaha, this looks like poop."

Mo Chengyu, "..."

poo...

Because he paid too much attention to Mo Chengyu's side, the one in his hand didn't take it seriously, and it became a strange thing.

Mo Chengyu raised his eyebrows, and smiled wickedly at her, "I'm poop, what about yours? I'm not that type."

"What's with what?" Jing Ran didn't understand, and looked back at the things on his drawing machine, and blushed immediately!

Who will tell her that this thing will look like a man's when pinched wrongly! !
No wonder uncle laughs so meaningfully!

Fortunately, there were no other people in this shop, otherwise Jing Ran would be so ashamed that he would take pictures of that thing.

Mo Chengyu subconsciously squeezed his legs tight...

Such a shooting method is impossible.

Jing Ran didn't dare to laugh at Mo Chengyu anymore, so he took the soil again and started to make it again.

Mo Chengyu, who was getting smoother over there, began to feel complacent, looked at the semi-finished product in his hand with satisfaction, and called Jing Ran, "Look, does it look like you?"

Jing Ran turned around and saw his work, his face flushed again, "It's not like that!"

"Really? I think it's pretty similar." Jean still evaluated seriously.

Jing Ran dropped the things in his hands, walked over and pressed his work, "Mine is not as big as it is!"

"I measure it every day, and it can't be wrong." Looking at her angry face, Mo Chengyu's teasing intention became more obvious.

Jing Ran has never been Mo Chengyu's opponent in this regard, and now her uncle has become the representative of Mensao, she can't compare with any move, so she can only return to her position after being defeated, and ignore him with a blushing face .

Mo Chengyu didn't tease her anymore, for fear that the little girl would bury her face in the dirt in front of her.

At that time, it will not be a little cat, but a little mud mouse.

Maybe, the benefits at night are gone, so there must be a limit.

Without interference, Jing Ran gradually got started. Although he also made a few failed products, the final product was actually not bad.

She used special tools to write the words she wanted to write stroke by stroke on the inside of the finished product.

When she was done, she wanted to see what Mo Chengyu had done. His work had already been fired in the stove.

Jing Ran handed her own to the pottery shop owner, and asked Mo Chengyu, "Uncle, what did you do? I haven't had time to see it yet."

"you guess."

"..." Do you still need her to ask if you can guess?
Mo Chengyu hooked his fingers at her, and Jing Ran walked over in a dizzy manner. He stretched out his hand and squeezed her face, "You've been doing it for so long, and you're still doing it so ugly, you're really stupid!"

Jing Ran patted his hand away and muttered, "It's not ugly, I think it looks good."

What answered her was a disgusted look from the man.

But Jing Ran was not discouraged, thinking that he must not have done a very good job, after all, it was his first time contacting this thing.