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When the two got into the car, He Yanxiao glanced at Mo Ningyuan in the passenger seat, and couldn't help telling him, "You should be more polite and honest when you meet my little uncle later, but you don't have to be afraid of him, my little uncle is someone else very good."

Mo Ningyuan turned her head and smiled suddenly, "I know."

I know, your little uncle is very nice.

After all, we are good buddies since childhood.

"And we'll stay there tonight. Tomorrow is a day off. You don't have to go to school. You can get up later in the morning. I'll ask the driver to take you back."

Mo Ningyuan agreed honestly and said nothing more.

He Yanxiao looked at Mo Ningyuan who suddenly became honest, and frowned. Mo Ningyuan had never been so honest before, so he won't hold back any bad ideas.

He Yanxiao said unnaturally: "Why are you so quiet?"

Mo Ningyuan turned her head and raised the corners of her mouth, but there was no smile in her eyes, "Didn't you see that I'm not in a good mood?"

He Yanxiao frowned and asked, "Why are you in a bad mood?"

Mo Ningyuan turned her head to look at the scenery outside the car window, then said after a pause, "Because I remembered something."

He and He Yanxiao's younger uncle, He Yunan, are lifelong good buddies. They have been together since childhood, went to school together, made up homework together, stole the old marshal's mecha together, and were punished by the old marshal to copy books together. Ning Yuan couldn't help raising the corner of her mouth.

It can be said that He Yunan meant more to him than a friend.

After being reborn, he thought about whether to contact He Yunan proactively, but he struggled for a long time, and finally gave up.

He has become what he is now, and he is no longer the original Ji Ting. Let everything in the past pass like this.

But fate made them meet again. When he received the marriage notice, he knew that he would see He Yunan again sooner or later, and he was already mentally prepared. Unexpectedly, when the critical moment came, he began to want to retreat up.

He suddenly remembered the poems that the old marshal had forced him to recite.

"Being close to the nostalgia is more timid."

The two soon arrived at the old house, and as soon as they entered the door, they saw a person drinking tea on the lawn from a distance.

Mo Ningyuan's breathing became disordered for a second.

The man saw it, smiled and said, "You are here."

The voice is warm and moist, making people feel like spring breeze.

Mo Ningyuan looked at his old friend. He Yunan was dressed in casual clothes, with a gentle temperament, gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, a faint but gentle smile on his face, and a bookish look all over his body. He looked quite like a professor. .

Mo Ningyuan couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, time is a magical thing, He Yunan, who used to jump up and down with him and get into trouble everywhere, turned into what he is now.

It's not surprising to think about it, after all, he has changed even more.

After He Yunan greeted He Yanxiao, he looked at Mo Ningyuan, and after seeing the person clearly, he paused for a moment, "You are Mo Ningyuan, right?"

Mo Ningyuan put away her thoughts and said with a smile, "Hello, little uncle."

He Yunan looked at Mo Ningyuan calmly, "I'm sorry, I was out of town some time ago, and I didn't have time to see you, so I just got to be free today."

Mo Ningyuan shook her head and said, "I came to see you, little uncle, and you are the same."

Seeing Mo Ningyuan greeting his little uncle normally, He Yanxiao heaved a sigh of relief.

Mo Ningyuan has been doing everything right in front of him, and he was quite afraid that Mo Ningyuan would act presumptuously in front of his little uncle.

The three of them exchanged a few words and went to the restaurant for dinner.

He Yunan and Mo Ningyuan said, "I asked Yan Xiao about your taste in advance, and asked the kitchen to cook a few dishes for you. You can try to see if it suits your appetite."

After tasting it, Mo Ningyuan said, "Thank you, I like it very much."

Mo Ningyuan blinked at He Yanxiao and said, "Thank you for remembering my preferences."

He Yanxiao choked up, lowered his head to eat and stopped talking.

Watching their interaction, He Yunan was silent for a moment, then said seemingly unintentionally, "Ning Yuan, where is your ancestral home?"

Mo Ningyuan smiled and said, "I was abandoned by my parents when I was born, and I grew up in an orphanage. I don't know where my ancestral home is."

"Sorry." He Yunan said apologetically, "I don't know about this."

Mo Ningyuan smiled indifferently, "It's nothing, I don't care about these things."

He Yunan took a deep look at Mo Ningyuan, as if seeing the soul inside his skin.

"Ningyuan, you look quite young, have you just grown up?"

Mo Ningyuan nodded and said, "Yes."

He Yunan glanced at He Yanxiao and said, "Mo Ningyuan is so young, you have to treat him well."

He Yanxiao glanced at Mo Ningyuan with a complicated expression, and said, "I see, little uncle."

After dinner, He Yunan had something to discuss with He Yanxiao, and after the two went to the study, Mo Ningyuan wandered around in the backyard alone.

He often came here to play when he was a child, and he was very familiar with it. After walking for a while, he was a little tired. He remembered that there was a gazebo behind the corner, and he wanted to go there to rest.

As soon as he turned the corner, he saw a sea of ​​blue flowers.

Mo Ningyuan was silent for a moment, then hooked the corners of her mouth.

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Mo Ningyuan leaned against the white relief stone pillar, looking at the blue sea of ​​flowers with a smile in her eyes.

The breeze blows, bringing a faint fragrance. The floral fragrance is not overbearing, but it has a strong sense of presence. It swallows up all the other smells in this world, leaving only the refreshing fragrance.

Mo Ningyuan squatted down and gently stroked the petals of the Lancer flower. The petals were delicate and moist, like a woman's skin. The petals swayed gently with the wind, gently rubbing against the back of Mo Ningyuan's hand.

Lancers were said to be his mother's favorite flower.

It is said that he never saw his mother.

Mo Ningyuan always had a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were full of sadness.

Mo Ningyuan seldom showed his fragile emotions. Zhulong felt the change of Mo Ningyuan's mood and asked, "Sir, do you miss your mother?"

Mo Ningyuan nodded and said, "This is her favorite flower."

Zhulong paused for a moment, the earrings changed several times, and finally turned blue, flowing down like a liquid, and turning into blue smoke.

The smoke gradually condensed and gradually turned into a woman.

Mo Ningyuan was stunned. He stretched out his hand to touch the woman, but he was afraid of breaking his dream, so he finally put down his hand.

"This is the image of my wife that I searched for. It is an illusory scene condensed using blue floral fragrance as a raw material." Zhulong paused for a moment, and then said, "Sir, your mother is very gentle and beautiful."

Mo Ningyuan looked at the gentle woman in front of her who was always smiling, and said softly: "Gentle, beautiful and kind, that's how everyone described her to me."

"Sir, madam loves you very much." Zhulong comforted.

"Well, she loves me and my father very much." The wind messed up Mo Ningyuan's hair and covered his eyes, "I have seen the image she left me before she died."

Mo Ningyuan's voice was very soft, as soft as a sigh.

His mother gave birth to him with difficulty, and in the end she gave birth to him after a narrow escape, but she collapsed with only one breath left. The old marshal invited the best doctor, but he was unable to recover, and a beautiful flower was about to wither.

Everyone present was choked up, only the woman on the hospital bed smiled softly.

Her face was morbidly white, as white as paper, and the sweat stuck her hair to her face, which further brought out the paleness of her skin. Her lips were chapped and trembling slightly, and she was extremely weak and unable to speak. Yes, the vitality in the eyes gradually dissipated with the blood.

A woman's life is coming to an end.

But the woman smiled gently all the time. She looked at the people present gently, as if she was comforting them silently. Her eyes finally fell on one place, and a trace of deep sadness flashed in her eyes.

She moved her lips, but made no sound. The nurse understood what he meant, sobbed and brought the child over.

The woman exhausted all her strength, but she could only tremble slightly. Later, with the help of others, she turned slightly sideways and kissed her newborn child.

The child hadn't opened his eyes yet, but he seemed to feel his mother's presence. He stretched out his little hand tremblingly, and stroked her mother's face.

The woman froze for a moment. She was about to be separated from her newborn child, and finally revealed a trace of sadness under her strong appearance, and a tear fell on the child's face.

Mo Ningyuan only watched it once, and he will always remember the last scene of his mother smiling at him with tears in her eyes.

The originally beautiful woman was tortured to the point of emaciation, as shriveled and bleak as a Lancer that was about to wither, without any trace of her former beauty, but Mo Ningyuan always felt that she was so shockingly beautiful at that moment, so beautiful that he couldn't help but fall in love. shed tears.

He didn't understand it when he was a child, but he realized it when he grew up. It was because of the deep love in a woman's eyes.

Mo Ningyuan stretched out her arms and hugged the illusory woman in front of her. The woman had no body, no warmth, but had a faint scent of bluesper.

The woman smiled softly, she stretched out her hand and patted Mo Ningyuan's back tenderly.

At that moment, Mo Ningyuan clearly felt his mother's love for him.

The blue smoke dissipated quickly, Mo Ningyuan looked at her empty embrace, and curled the corners of her lips.

His mother loved him, and that was enough.

"I'm sorry, sir, I can only do this for you." Zhulong said apologetically,

"It's already very good." Mo Ningyuan looked at the blue sea of ​​flowers in front of her and said, "Can you do something for me again?"