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When Shi Wuqing returned home, Mrs. Meng was sitting on the sofa in the living room. When she heard the sound of her entering the door, she called out without looking back: "Xiao Xi."

Shi Wuqing walked over, walked around the sofa, and saw Mrs. Meng holding the necklace in the photo, looking down at it.

"I never dared to enter Qingqing's room. If I had known it... I should have gone in earlier." Mrs. Meng said.

Shi Wuqing lowered his eyes and looked at her, "Give it back to me."

After hearing this, Mrs. Meng raised her head, her eyes were a little red, but her expression was very gentle. She smiled and scolded: "What do you mean, give it back to you? Don't you dislike it? Since you don't want it, it belongs to mother."

"It was originally mine."

The purple-eyed boy's expression was a bit strange. Mrs. Meng couldn't tell what was wrong, but her intuition was different from before.

He sat next to her. Maybe Mrs. Meng was overthinking it. She felt that the other person's movements were a bit cautious.

"Don't you think it's ugly?" the boy asked seriously.

"Why do you suddenly use honorifics?" Mrs. Meng glared at him: "How dare you say something ugly again?"

"..." The young man blinked, and then said naturally: "I think it's quite beautiful. I thought so 12 years ago."

Meng Xi, who had just come in from the door, heard this and glanced at the necklace that had a lot to say, and walked to the two of them silently.

As for Mrs. Meng, her eye circles were even redder because of that "12 years" sentence, and she no longer had the time to think about her son's contradictory words.

"Do you like it?" the purple-eyed boy asked.

Mrs. Meng stroked the necklace and was silent for a second, then said, "I don't like it. I don't like things that are given such a heavy meaning."

"Then don't do it, and don't think about it again in the future."

Mrs. Meng was startled and looked at her son subconsciously: "What did you say?"

No more?Don’t think about it again?

The slightly cold hand took the necklace from her, and the young man showed the same smile as usual: "Qingqing will be very happy knowing that we still remember her, but...if you know that we will always remember her, then... Instead of being happy, you will become sad.”

Before he finished speaking, Mrs. Meng's tears fell. After he finished speaking, two lines of clear tears could not stop flowing out.

"Xiao Xi..." She looked into the other person's eyes and asked sadly, "Will Qingqing come back?"

What she wanted wasn't an exact answer, because no one knew the exact answer.

The beautiful purple eyes were filled with a bright smile, and there seemed to be a layer of mist in them.

The young man suddenly hugged her gently, and his pleasant voice was extremely gentle: "Mom has Qingqing in her heart, and Qingqing also has her mother in her heart. Maybe - she has come back?"

Mrs. Meng cried even harder. She didn't know what she thought of or felt relieved because of these words.

For a moment, the only sound in the living room was the sound of Mrs. Meng crying.

Meng Xi stood under the bright light, quietly watching the two most important women in his life clinging to each other.

There was no shadow under his feet.

……

The night was dark, and the cool breeze blew in through the gaps in the closed windows, raising the curtains and rolling the unclosed pages on the desk.

A few rays of moonlight slipped into the room, like a hazy veil. Everything was somewhere between clarity and illusion, vague and unclear.

The girl on the bed was lying quietly, breathing steadily. If she took two steps closer, she could see that the corner of her left eye was clean, and the tear mole was covered even when she slept.

In another dimension that no one can see, a young man who looks exactly like the girl on the bed is bending his knees and half leaning against the window. His mysterious and bright purple eyes are looking at the mountains and forests in the distance.

There was no focus in his eyes, and there was no real point in his gaze. He was lost in thought about something.

Nearly three hours passed like this, and the boy was still motionless.

"Om..."

The small vibrations were amplified countless times because of the silence around them.

The boy turned his head emotionlessly and looked at the mobile phone beside the bed.

"Om..."

As soon as the phone rang for the second time, the person on the bed quickly picked up the phone.

The speed of her reaction made people suspect that she wasn't asleep at all... or that she couldn't sleep at all.

"Sleeping?" The magnetic low voice contained an inexplicable smile.

Shi Wuqing lowered his head and said with a dull face: "If what you want to tell me is not that the world will end tomorrow, then I will let you welcome the end of the world tomorrow."

"..." Mu Jinyan said: "It's only two o'clock now, Xi, don't be so impatient."

"Tell me again, what time is it now?"

"Two o'clock..." Mu Jinyan said in a casual voice, "Is it very late? I'm still working."

Shi Wuqing smiled: "That's great. You can use the last few hours of your life to make a little more contribution to this society before I go to find you tomorrow."

"..." Mu Jin said.

He choked for a moment, then laughed again: "I'm waiting for you to come to me... Speaking of which, Xi, do you know what I saw when I was surfing the Internet just now?"

In a meaningful tone, he uttered inexplicable mocking words: "Xi, it turns out you are that kind of scumbag."