I don't need presence or anything

Chapter 319 The only thing that belongs exclusively to her

Grandpa Xia Mo was puzzled for a while, and saw Grandma Xia Mo rushing out, her hand trembling, holding a greeting card with the words [Wish grandma a happy new year and a long life, and don't forget to be old and happy. Grandpa quarrels], but there is no signature.

"Is it written by the children from the second and third family?"

"You are stupid! When did they ever see us quarreling!" Grandma Xia Mo wiped her tears with a smile, "Maybe what Mom Momo said is true..."

"Don't come back to those old-fashioned feudal fan letters, how could it be possible that someone left...it must be someone else's prank!"

"You old bastard..."

They didn't seem to have noticed that on the corner of the greeting card, there was also a message of "I will celebrate the New Year with you next year".

Xia Mo's father smoked one cigarette after another. This time when he took out the cigarette case, he found that his pocket was empty.

here we go again……

He felt something pressing on him, it seemed to have a very heavy weight, very like the feeling of a ghost pressing a bed, and he couldn't move his body; he saw his cigarette case draw a beautiful arc through the air , was thrown on the grass not far away, and all the smoke inside scattered all over the ground.Even though he was always calm and heavy, his voice couldn't help trembling.

"Mo, Momo?!"

Then the heaviness suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed.

But Xia Mo's father was still trying to find the sense of existence that he lost just now. He kept reaching out and groping around, feeling very helpless; until his right hand suddenly became hot, and his chest also warmed up, as if being hugged from the front. Same.

Then, after about a minute or so, the sense of presence disappeared strangely again.

He stared at his right hand, which had been trembling with excitement, in a trance and puzzled.

——In this way, the weaving is finished.

Xia Mo's mother stopped her needlework and held up the knitted white sweater high up.

This size should be about the same...

After all, she has also grown a lot.

After trimming the threads, she folded the sweater and put it neatly on the coffee table. At this moment, she heard the door swing, but no one came in.

Sometimes, mother's intuition is so accurate that it's scary...

To be precise, even ghosts can be scared.

But in the end, what is it like to be a parent...

If one day I also have children, can I become as reliable as my mother?

Start with knitting?

No, I'm clumsy, and knitting is definitely not for me.

So say...

Xia Mo picked up the sweater in front of her mother—although from her mother's point of view, it was just a supernatural event where the sweater suddenly floated into the air, but she was as calm as stagnant water, but her eyes kept staring at the sweater, her eyes never Deviated, until Xia Mo retreated to the position of the door, she added lightly, "Be careful on the road."

Just after her mother finished saying this, the string in Xia Mo's heart suddenly seemed to be snapped. She could no longer bear the emotions that had been suppressed all this time, and tears fell down——she tightly Holding the sweater, but worried about breaking it, I just rushed out with the sweater in my arms, out of the back room, out of the living room, out of the yard, and ran in a big circle with the sweater in my arms, and came to and At the intersection Lin Huan agreed upon, snot and tears flowed down his nose, and he didn't know if he had stained the sweater, but the hug she was expecting did not appear as expected.

Gou Huan...

Gou Huan? !
This guy……

Even when he was needed the most.

I must tear him to pieces!

Xia Mo hugged the sweater tightly, like a bereaved dog who couldn't find its way home, leaning on the side of the telephone pole, crying loudly while holding onto the pole.

She cried for about ten minutes, when a bicycle bell came melodiously.

It's Lin Huan.

Compared to Xia Mo's embarrassment, he was a little bit more embarrassed - he was filthy, as if he had just rolled on the ground; his cotton-padded jacket was stuffed in the bicycle basket, and his face was dripping with sweat sweat, with an almost breathless expression.

"You, you...you cry too—"

Xia Mo stopped crying—to be honest, she was almost venting, but out of punishment for the traitor, she still punched Lin Huan hard.

"You're not here at the most important time... I'm going to subtract 1000 points of favorability for you. Before you have a proper reason to explain, you're dead!"

Lin Huan clutched his chest that was punched by Xia Mo and babbled. He swallowed several times but still didn't have the strength to say what he wanted to say. When he hesitated for a long time and was about to explain, Xia Mo suddenly pushed him away. Lin Huan's bicycle threw himself into Lin Huan's arms.

Although Gou Huan's body was dirty, there was still a strange smell that just fell out of the trash can.

But he is undoubtedly Gou Huan's real body.

He is Xia Mo's childhood sweetheart, the only boy in this world who can notice her existence.

No matter when, she can rely on him immediately.

His shirt is the toilet paper he uses to wipe his nose and tears, his arms are his umbrella, and his arms are the blanket he uses to keep warm—in short, no matter who he ends up with, at least when she becomes a Buddha or Before rebirth, he was the only thing that belonged exclusively to her, Xia Mo, a community of connected and intertwined fates.

When the whole world, including Xia Mo, was laughing at Lin Huan as a kobold, in fact, Xia Mo already knew it in his heart——

The dog's head is only his shallow camouflage,

A false pretense that doesn't need to waste time on human interaction.

Just like everyone in another supernatural observation agency.

This is when the Spring Festival is approaching, and there are not many people in the alleys.

Lin Huan was embraced by the air like this, posing in a distorted posture in the eyes of everyone, as if he was in the sun wall.

Most of the residents here are old people, and most of them have children with them. After seeing Lin Huan's strange behavior, they led the children to detour. This made Lin Huan feel very shameless, and the attention was also rising.

But...that's something that can't be helped.

No matter how many reasons there are, the missed appointment is still missed.

Lin Huan didn't know when he degenerated into a thick-skinned guy who didn't care about other people's eyes, but after letting go, it was like opening the door to a new world, and it was nothing if he thought about it carefully.

As a result, Xia Mo stayed in Lin Huan's arms like this for an hour. Lin Huan kept sneezing and sneezing all the way up the mountain, showing signs of a cold.

"So, you didn't wait for me there at the time, where did you wander off? It made me cry for a long time by myself."

Xia Mo put her head against Lin Huan's back, playing with the girl's willful temper.

"I saw the girl Xiaoxue mentioned."

"Huh? Which girl? She's more important than me... You playboy! Shameless!"

"Wait, wait..." Lin Huan was almost overturned by Xia Mo's beating; he explained out of breath, "It's not...it's the girl possessed by a resentful spirit!"

(End of this chapter)