What makes you think I will always like you?

Mo Yuqing walked to the door, pressed her fingerprint to open the door, and saw a somewhat unfamiliar figure in the living room.

It was a middle-aged man wearing glasses, with a somewhat stout figure, who was sitting on the sofa watching a short video.

This is her so-called stepfather, Lin Jingming.

Just this moment made her suddenly feel a little depressed, and her already depressed mood fell to the bottom.

Mo Yuqing thought that he was probably called by his mother to help her clean up, hoping to bring the two of them closer together.

Mo Yuqing was a little moved at first, until she discovered the truth later.

My mother probably never imagined that he would just call the cleaning lady over, and then he would sit leisurely on the sofa and look at his mobile phone.

This is always the case.

At that time, I will be asked by my mother why I don't get along well with him.

But Mo Yuqing no longer cared. She silently changed her shoes, walked into her room, and slammed the door.

The other person didn't even raise his head, and it seemed like he didn't intend to pay attention to her.

As soon as Mo Yuqing entered the room, she rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find something.

Soon the floor was filled with all kinds of weird things, from old and childish-looking watercolors, spinning tops, crystal balls, paintbrushes, Barbie dolls, to later love letters, sketches, origami roses, and necklaces. ...

She also hugged the big bear doll that was lying on the bed.

After they were all placed on the ground, Mo Yuqing looked at them and raised the corners of her mouth silently.

These were all given to her by Chen Lu. They were birthday gifts every year since she was a child. As the two of them grew older, the style of the gifts continued to change.

From childishness to maturity.

From ignorance to the beginning of love.

Both watercolor paintings and sketches depict me, but their painting skills are completely different.

The watercolor painting is not so much a painting as it is a stick figure with a round head, curved eyes and mouth. A blue trapezoid is drawn as a small skirt, and a yellow ball on the top of the head is the sun. .

She smiled, as if the tears that had just dried up at school were dripping down again. After they dripped on the painting, she quickly put the yellowed painting aside.

Soon, she was stunned again.

"not enough......"

"One thing is missing..."

She murmured in a daze, without even bothering to put on her slippers, and hurriedly opened the door and walked to the living room.

"Where are my things?!" Mo Yuqing shouted anxiously.

Lin Jingming was stunned for a moment, then looked up at her. It could be seen that he was suppressing his impatience.

"what?"

Mo Yuqing took a deep breath, trying not to lose control of her emotions as much as possible, "My thing! The music box on the bedside table!"

She didn't want to have a heated argument with this man so as not to disturb her mother's feelings again.

But at the same time, she didn't want to be disturbed by them, which was why Mo Yuqing had been living by herself in the past few years.

The man narrowed his eyes and finally remembered this, "I asked my aunt to throw it away this afternoon. How old are you for such a childish thing?"

Mo Yuqing paused, "Who asked you to throw it away! That's mine! Have you asked me?"

It was given to me by Chen Lu when I was 12 years old.

Lin Jingming flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said helplessly: "You will start your internship soon. Focus on important things and be mature."

Mo Yuqing, who was already angry, couldn't help it anymore, "You're not my dad! Why do you care so much?!"

"Why can't I care?"

The man stood up and yelled. When he saw Mo Yuqing still staring at him coldly with tears in his eyes, he didn't want to make things too serious, so he picked up his phone and left.

"I'll just buy you another one. You can get as much as you want for such a worthless thing."

He said impatiently, and then closed the door hard.

There was still thunder outside the window, flashes of lightning illuminated the darkened room from time to time, and the pouring rain became heavier and heavier.

Mo Yuqing seemed to have not heard the closing sound, standing there like a sculpture.

She was quietly recalling the past.

When Lin Jingming and her mother came back from abroad, they only bought gifts for her half-sister. She cried and told Chen Lu about it, and the next day, Chen Lu gave her a music box.

The smile of that little boy is still fresh in my memory.

When Chen Lu came to her house early that morning, her mother and sister dragged her into chatting for a long time before she found a chance to run into her room.

Mo Yuqing, whose eyes were red from crying and still sulking, felt indescribable the moment she saw Chen Lu.

Chen Lu dug her out from under the quilt, and then, like magic, he took out the music box from his clothes.

He put his finger in front of his lips and said in a very low voice: "Shh... Lin Qian doesn't have this. I will only give it to you. You must not tell her.

Come and take a look, it's still ringing. "

When Mo Yuqing came to her senses again, she was already standing downstairs.

A man stood alone in the heavy rain.

Heavy raindrops kept falling on her body, and soon her whole body became wet, and her originally light clothes became very heavy.

Many strands of hair were stuck to the side of her face due to the rain, so she casually pulled them away with her hands.

She raised her head and looked at the several trash cans in front of her, her eyes cold and her expression indifferent.

"So, I hate thunderstorms."

......

I do not know how long it has been.

The cold rain that fell on me turned into hot water, and steam filled the entire bathroom.

Mo Yuqing let the water in the shower wash over her body and looked at the music box in her hand with her lips raised.

The back of the music box has a crooked C\u0026M written on it, and it looks like it was painted with correction fluid.

The emergence of the correction tape came later.

The C that looks like parentheses was painted by Chen Lu, and the more upright M was painted by Mo Yuqing.

Mo Yuqing didn't know whether it was hot water or tears that ran across her cheeks at this moment.

She didn't want to care about this and just smiled softly.

"The C you painted on is so ugly, no matter how ugly it looks..."

She followed Chen Lu's example and put her index finger to her lips, but she couldn't suppress the downward curve of her mouth, and her vision became completely blurred.

Why did I forget it in the first place?

Why should I forget...

I treat your kindness to me as a habit and as a matter of course.

Thank you for being so kind to me before, so nice that I would be angry if you didn't answer my phone.

Mo Yuqing looked at the wooden music box in her hand, and the little boy with the delicate features seemed to appear in front of her again.

She gently touched the letters written on it and said to herself: "You said when you were a child that you would marry me when you grow up. I obviously promised you when I was so young, but it's all my fault that I forgot later... ...It’s all my fault for not keeping my promise.”

As she spoke, she squatted down weakly, hugged her legs tightly, and completely broke down in tears.

It's all my fault for hurting you time and time again...

Chen Lu, I'm sorry...I really wanted to marry you when I was a kid.

I think about it now too.