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"Come in."

Shen Boyan said so lightly.

Mo Changan suddenly turned his head to look at him, with incomprehension and shock in his eyes.

Shen Boyan noticed the woman's gaze, and when he looked back at her, his expression was still calm, "Everyone has already come, if he really wants to come in, can you still beat him out? He asked so politely, and we Why embarrass a child."

Shen Boyan said something in a low voice, paused for a moment, and then continued, "We are not close relatives, aren't we?"

Even thinking of Zhuo Baiye, he didn't have much hatred anymore.

They are people with weak ties. His father is not dear to his mother, and his grandfather is just a strange old man who treats him as a pawn. To be honest, he seems to have no relatives in the true sense, except for his wife and Apart from the child in his wife's womb, he seemed to be alone.

And she doesn't seem to be much better than him, she is a person with weak kinship.

Mo Changan didn't refuse anymore, and bit his lip lightly.

Bai Luo stood at the door, still looking at Mo Changan cautiously, and seeing her relaxed expression, he felt relieved and walked in slowly.

A water stain was brought in, and his whole body was soaked.

Just standing in front of the couple, like a child who has done something wrong, he stood obediently with his head down, and did not speak immediately.

Shen Boyan looked at the raindrops dripping from his body, and frowned, "You guys talk first, I'll come in with a dry towel."

Mo Changan frowned slightly. In fact, she was not happy seeing Bai Luo. Even if she knew that this was her younger brother from the same mother, she still didn't catch a cold. After all, she had been kept in the dark for so long. It is reasonable to feel unhappy.

Hearing Shen Boyan's words, he frowned, "When did you become so soft-hearted?"

When she asked a question, she saw the corners of Shen Boyan's lips slightly curved, "It was worn by you."

After speaking, he stood up and walked outside.

Bai Luo was still standing there, his body was soaked, he didn't dare to sit down, and he didn't dare to get too close, for fear that the moisture on his body would contaminate her.

"Sister...sister."

After calling her softly, a pair of big eyes looked at her timidly, "Are you feeling better?"

Mo Changan raised his eyes and glanced at him, "What do you think?"

After saying this, he glanced down at the needle stuck on the back of his hand, and then glanced at the boy.

The young man noticed her gaze, and there was a strong sense of self-blame in his eyes, "I'm sorry, sister."

He bit his lip and paused for a moment, "I'm really sorry."

"I ask you, since when did you know my existence? You already knew who I am from the first moment you saw me, didn't you?"

Mo Chang'an's words prevented Bai Luo from speaking immediately. The young man bit his lips lightly and remained silent for a moment, then nodded, "Well, I knew you were my sister from the first moment I saw you. When I was two years old, I knew you were my sister. , I already know your existence."

With that said, he carefully took out his wallet from his backpack.

For a boy of this age, his wallet should have been a photo of his lover.

As for the small photo in his wallet, there are several photos stuffed in it, a small stack, the first one is her childhood face, at that time, she probably looked like seven or eight years old .

In the photo, she has porcelain white skin and big eyes like black grapes, like a finely crafted porcelain doll, she just looks at the camera steadily without smiling, and looks at the camera with a curious and cute expression The appearance of her is captured in the photo, which is beyond cute.

When Mo Changan saw this photo, his brows were slightly frowned. If he remembered correctly, the photo was taken by his father himself, and it had been placed in a frame on the desk in his mother's study.

And now it just appeared in Bai Luo's wallet.

Bai Luo has already taken out all the small stack of photos in it, about six or seven, all of them are Mo Changan, photos of her of all ages, except for the one when she was seven or eight years old, there are also her when she was eleven or twelve years old , with two twisted braids, sitting in front of the piano and playing seriously.

At the age of fourteen or fifteen, she was wearing a school uniform and skirt tied with a ponytail, and she looked gentle and charming. At the age of seventeen or eighteen, she stood in front of the gate of Cambridge, with a ball head tied, wearing a pair of small clothes that almost covered half of her. She has big black-rimmed glasses like Arale's face, wears a black T-shirt and jeans, and holds a few books in her arms. If I remember correctly, this photo was taken by Zhuo Baiye, why did it fall into Bai Luo's hands? Not surprisingly.

Mo Chang looked at these photos quietly without making a sound.

"I've always known you, sister, it's just that you didn't know my existence." He sniffed his nose lightly, not sure if it was because he caught a cold from the rain, or because he had some sore nose.

The young man seemed a little wronged when he said this, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, and the corners of his eyes drooped slightly, like a pitiful puppy, just looking at her like this.

"My brother told me since I was a child that my mother returned to China not because she didn't want me anymore, but because if my mother chose me, my sister would be alone. I have a brother and a father, but my sister has only one person, so..." Bai Luo bent over and squatted in front of her, trying to reach out to grab Mo Changan's hand, but when his eyes touched the needle on the back of her hand, he stopped carefully.

Liquid fell from his eye sockets, "My brother told me since I was a child that as long as I grow up quickly, I will be able to recognize my sister when I grow up, and when I become an adult, he said that as long as I am obedient and healthy When I grow up, my sister will definitely like me."

The teenager bit his lips lightly, "But I really never thought that my brother would let you know my existence in this way. I originally refused, but..."

He didn't continue talking, Mo Changan could guess what the young man wanted to say.

But that was Zhuo Baiye, the always stubborn Zhuo Baiye, his elder brother raised Zhuo Bailuo as a father, and protected the boy in front of him like a protective umbrella all the way, how could he have the right to reject Zhuo Baiye?

"Changkang, is...she gave you the name?"

Mo Chang'an's voice was very calm, and he just asked a simple question.

Bai Luo nodded, "Well, my brother told me that my mother gave me this name, which means long and long, healthy and healthy, and it just echoes your name."

"You...have you met her?"

Her voice is still calm, but there is no indifference and coldness anymore.

Bai Luo nodded honestly like a puppy, "I saw you first when I came back to China, remember? I gave you a box of chocolates that day, it was just after I got off the plane, I really felt very Fortunately, I was able to meet you as soon as I returned to China. Although you didn't know me, I recognized you at a glance. I was very happy that day... Then I went to see my mother. She was very sick. I and her Said, I’m Changkang, she doesn’t recognize me anymore, but she remembers you, she told me repeatedly that my name is similar to her daughter’s, her daughter’s name is Chang’an, Changjiujiu, Ping An’an.”