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It is quite a duty to encounter such a thing.

"I want to go by myself. I don't want to let my mother know that he has such an unfilial and unlucky son, and let her worry about me over there."

"That's fine..." Yan Moqin felt that Mo Ran had his own opinions, and he couldn't control Mo Ran's emotions forever like before.

After a while, Yan Moqin still had no intention of leaving the door, and blocked Mo Ran's way like a door god.

Mo Ran frowned, Yan Moqin raised his hand to smooth it, but just as the skin touched, Mo Ran instinctively took half a step back.

Yan Moqin raised his hand in the air in such an embarrassing manner.

Mo Ran lowered his head, he knew that half a step he dodged was like Yan Moqin in a silent high speed, everything he did was actually quite futile, I still couldn't help but want to resist.

"I'm sorry." Unexpectedly, it was Yan Moqin who apologized first: "I know...it was my mistake before, and I know you didn't mean to hide from me."

Mo Ran wanted to open his mouth to explain.

But Mo Ran only moved his lips slightly, and Yan Moqin interrupted him: "I know you didn't do it on purpose...you don't want to, right? Even if it was on purpose, don't tell me, just let me treat it as unintentional. At least I can feel better in my heart." Yan Moqin raised his eyes and smiled, but his pupils were full of frustration.

"Bao'er, you know, I used to think that Mo Yu was the one in my heart, but later I realized that it was just an excuse for me not wanting to admit that I love you." Yan Moqin was still talking to himself .

"I'm very sad that Mo Yu died, but I know very well that no matter how sad I am, I will continue to live." Yan Moqin paused, his voice suddenly choked up.

"I'm also very sad that you left, but that kind of sadness is the pain of the heart being drained of blood."

After speaking, he added a sentence as if he was afraid that Mo Ran would not believe it: "Really, it hurts."

Mo Ran was taken aback by Yan Moqin's straightforward confession, as if there were signs of recovery in his heart, spring blossoms began to bloom, but he returned to calm in an instant: "Yan Moqin, he is an adult, why should I believe this kind of third-rate love poems?" What kind of nonsense will there be?"

The atmosphere suddenly fell into an unspoken deadlock.

I dared to love you as much as I dared to love you.

Mo Ran knew that his words were a bit harsh, after all, in his impression, Yan Moqin was always strong and proud.

He was even ready to bear Yan Moqin's temper, but Yan Moqin just took a few deep breaths and smiled again: "Someone will read third-rate love poems, right?"

Mo Ran didn't answer, he was not in a very high mood right now.

Yan Moqin reached out his hand again and touched Mo Ran's arm, carefully, as if treating some rare treasure.

This time, Mo Ran's arm trembled slightly, but he didn't dodge it.

Yan Moqin's displeasure was swept away: "You see, sometimes third-rate love poems are still useful."

"Dabao, how about I walk around here with you?" Yan Moqin asked.

Mo Ran didn't refuse anymore, and nodded slowly.

The two went downstairs one after the other, wandering in the alleys of this old building, and told Mo Ran that these overly familiar scenes always aroused his desire to speak.

"This corner turned out to be a noodle stall. The noodles he cooked were delicious and plentiful. When I went to school, I would always come to his place and fill me with more meat." Mo Ran seemed to be talking to himself, and then It's like telling Yan Moqin.

"Then is this noodle stall still open?" Yan Moqin was very happy that Mo Ran took the initiative to talk to him so much.

"It's been a long time since they left. More and more people are moving away, and the noodle stall can no longer operate." Mo Ran looked a little lonely.

"Further ahead is Aunt Li's house. The children of Aunt Li's family are busy with work and don't come back very often, so Aunt Li sometimes cooks too much food, so she asks us to eat together. Aunt Li is very skilled. Always sweet and sour and crisp.”

"Unexpectedly, Dabao is still a foodie." Hearing Mo Ran's rambling, Yan Moqin couldn't help laughing. There are so many memories, but most of them are related to eating.

No way, who makes the taste buds the most nostalgic place.

"Then is Aunt Li still there?" Yan Moqin asked casually.

"Not anymore." Mo Ran shook his head: "When I left Yuancheng 3 years ago, Aunt Li told me that whenever she came back, she would cook me meat in a pot again, but a few days ago I But when I came back, I ran into his son coming to pick up Aunt Li's belongings, saying that he was gone when he was sleeping at night, and I didn't have time to take a last look at Aunt Li."

"Aunt Li is so kind, God definitely doesn't want him to suffer." Yan Moqin comforted Mo Ran.

Mo Ran stopped talking again, as if he was alone in memory.

The two of them just walked forward aimlessly.

"Bao'er, do you still want to eat that restaurant's noodles?" Suddenly, Yan Moqin broke the dullness.

Mo Ran shook his head: "Think about it."

"The store you mentioned seems to have moved to the gate of our school. I also found out about it when I bought breakfast these two days. I don't know if it is the one you mentioned." Yan Moqin looked at the joy that gradually expanded in Mo Ran's eyes, Suddenly understand that as long as it is for Mo Ran, he is willing to do anything.

The two rushed to the school almost non-stop, just in time for the meal, and the students rushed out to eat.

Yan Moqin quickly took his seat and ordered two large bowls of beef noodles.

The store is not big at all, the front is the eating place, and the back is the kitchen. Mo Ran was infected by the lively atmosphere and smiled more.

"Bao Er."

"Ok?"

"I'm glad I met you."

"..."

"Here we come!" The yell interrupted Mo Ran's bewilderment.

The noodles were brought up, steaming hot noodle soup and noodles, sprinkled with beef, coriander and scallions, and dripping with spicy oil to enhance the taste, both visually and tasteally, people's appetite was greatly increased.

This time, the two of them didn't talk nonsense, they picked up the bowl and started to eat. The noodles were splashed with soup, the minced meat was accompanied by coriander, and the foreheads of both of them were covered with fine beads of sweat. Ran took a sip of the soup and wiped his mouth with satisfaction: "It still tastes the same."

Yan Moqin also smiled, and wiped the soup from the corners of Mo Ran's mouth. This time, Mo Ran didn't move or hide, just waiting for Yan Moqin to wipe the corners of his mouth dry, which seemed very natural.

For you, I wish thousands of times.

After the two finished eating, they walked aimlessly on the road. In fact, this was the simple day that Mo Ran was looking forward to the most, a slow day without arrogance or impetuosity.

"Did Lin Annuo contact you after I left?" Mo Ran suddenly asked as the two walked.

"No...not anymore, but I did look for him once." Yan Moqin felt a little nervous because of Mo Ran's initiative to mention it, and he didn't know what he was afraid of anymore.

"Then why did you go to him?" Mo Ran didn't pay attention to Yan Moqin's emotions at all, as if he was chatting about the most common topic.

"Inquire about your whereabouts." Yan Moqin sighed and told the truth.

"Then he might know." Mo Ran's unclear words made Yan Moqin's head wet.

"Mo Yu's mother is Lin Annuo's mother." Mo Ran dropped this sentence and walked forward on his own.

Yan Moqin didn't understand the meaning of this sentence for a while, and thought along the line of thinking, if Mo Yu and Lin Annuo's mother were the same person, wouldn't it be Lin Annuo's mother who eloped with Mo Ran's father?

After realizing this problem, Yan Moqin strode up to Mo Ran. He had mixed feelings for a moment. Mo Ran was already burdened with such a pressure that did not belong to him, but he had not even given the most basic tenderness to his relatives.

Regret, endless regret, those three years were a loss that could not be filled anyway.

"Bao'er, I'm sorry..." Yan Moqin wanted to hug Mo Ran, but he still gave up.

"It's okay, I told you I forgive you a long time ago." Mo Ran smiled faintly: "I decided to tell you everything to let you understand that I have already paid off these emotional debts that did not belong to me, so I now To be able to have nothing and not care.”

Mo Ran paused, and then continued: "Because I don't care, so now even if you treat me well, I don't feel it. It's not against you, it's the same for everyone, because I'm so tired."

At that moment, Yan Moqin seemed to see Mo Ran's scarred heart, a heart that didn't want to bear and couldn't bear a little bit of fatigue.

"I can't make up for our past, but we still have a future, right?" Yan Moqin, as a man, seems to have lost his ability to make convincing promises.

"Even if you are tired, there will always be a day of rest. I am willing to wait for you. Dabao, you have known me for not a day or two. When I meet something I want, I have that kind of attachment in my bones. Treating it is risky." This is the case with my investment career, and it is the same with people and things, and it is even more so with you." Yan Moqin never realized that when a person is in love, whatever he says casually is like a love story.

It's a pity that Mo Ran still didn't answer.

"Then you don't have to accept my kindness to you, as long as you don't deliberately avoid it, okay?"

After a while, Mo Ran finally shook his head twice, turned around and continued walking.

However, Yan Moqin smiled unreservedly as if he had got a big baby.

"Bao'er, walk slowly, there is construction ahead."

"Bao'er, are you tired from walking? Why don't we take a break and I can carry you on my back."

"Bao'er, are you thirsty, let me buy you water?"

"Bao'er,..."

The two are like ordinary couples walking in the streets and alleys. Although they can't openly hold hands, walking side by side with shoulders together seems to be the tacit understanding that men should have.

Yan Moqin suddenly gained confidence, even if Mo