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Ran also planned to test him for three years or more, and he felt it was worth it.

In the evening, the two went into the house separately, God knows Yan Moqin would go crazy thinking about hugging Mo Ran.

"By the way, you don't need to buy me breakfast tomorrow morning. I'll get up early to visit my mother's grave." Before going to bed, Mo Ran leaned against the wall and said.

Over there is Yan Moqin's gentle voice: "Okay, I got it, go to bed early, and good night Dabao."

This feeling as if Yan Moqin was sleeping next to him gave Mo Ran a good night's sleep without dreams.

The next morning, Mo Ran got up early, bought fresh fruit, and went to his mother's cemetery.

In Mo Ran's impression, he was always unfilial to his mother, because he couldn't be by her side when her mother was critically ill.

The cemetery is in a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters in the outskirts. Because he came early, the leaves around him could still see dew. Mo Ran found his mother's tombstone and knelt down with a plop.

"Mom—I'm here to see you."

"Mom, I bought you mangoes. The seasonal ones are so sweet. I'm in good health and everything is fine. You don't have to worry about me over there." Mo Ran gritted his teeth, enduring back pain.

"Mom, it's my son's disobedience, he failed to take good care of you in the end, and even lied to you all the time when you were alive... Actually, I told you that the person I liked when I was in school was a boy. I guess I can't give it to you." The family stayed behind."

"I know you blame me, but I really can't help it. I'm sorry, mom. If I could, I wish I had never met him, and I had never left Yuancheng, so I could always be by your side and be filial to you." Mo Ran's shoulders twitched slightly.

"Our old house is also going to be demolished. I still remember the days when you always loved to bask in the sun on our big mahogany chair when you had nothing to do. I am doing the same now. I must make time every day to clean the chair from the beginning to the end. Wipe aside. Mom, I miss you—" Mo Ran kept babbling like this, his eyes sore as if he couldn't bear the heavy thoughts.

"Mom, tell me, what does it mean to love someone? Shouldn't it mean treating him sincerely, but if this love slowly ferments after three years, is it worth waiting for? And...Mom, I Very tired, and sometimes I even want to let go of everything, but I dare not, maybe I have always been such a hesitant person..."

After Mo Ran finished speaking, he didn't open his mouth again. The cemetery fell into silence in the early morning, but it was broken by the harsh ringing of the phone in an instant.

Mo Ran picked up the phone, and there was the loud voice of the landlady: "Mo Ran, come back soon! Xiao Yan is fighting with the demolition team!"

On the way home from the cemetery, Mo Ran was in a state of confusion. Why did the demolition happen today? Didn’t they say tomorrow?

I didn't even have time to clean up my things. Although I didn't have any valuables, I still wanted to keep someone with me. Wouldn't I be more sorry for my mother now?

And Yan Moqin... Why, he even had a conflict with the demolition team.

Mo Ran's nails clasped his palms, and the anxiety was evident in his eyes.

The people who rushed home from the cemetery didn't make it all the way, and Mo Ran called Yan Moqin's number over and over again, but no one answered, and the user turned off his phone.

Mo Ran's heart was suspended, Mo Qin, you must be safe.

By the time Mo Ran hurried home, the streets of the old building were already occupied by all kinds of broken things, broken and broken.

It seems to be the last blow to this lingering old building.

Mo Ran didn't dare to stop, the fine beads of sweat on his forehead stuck to his slightly long hair, making it sticky and uncomfortable.

But Mo Ran didn't have time to care about these things. Mo Ran stumbled and went upstairs, but saw his own vase at the top of the stairs, which was broken in pieces.

Mo Ran's heart also fell to the bottom at that moment, and when he went up, he found old clothes and broken photo frames that were randomly torn out.

No more, nothing more.

But now there is no time for Mo Ran to express his feelings, so he rushed upstairs, only to see the landlady stomping her feet angrily.

"Xiao Yan, I have told you that no one lives here and that it is about to be demolished, but you still refuse to listen. This time the city is determined to rectify it. Putting pressure on it, people have already moved out, how can anyone live in it..."

"Auntie, are you okay?" Mo Ran asked.

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with me here, and I rushed here only after listening to the letter, but you, where did you go early in the morning, come and see Xiao Yan."

As soon as Mo Ran turned his head, he saw Mo Ran sitting in a pile of sundries. He was not there, but the corner of his mouth was broken, his face was bruised, his good clothes were ripped crookedly, the most important thing was that there was a bruise on his arm. There was a long bloodstain, and blood dripped out continuously.

"You...Are you okay?" Mo Ran squatted down, trying to check Yan Moqin's wound, but Yan Moqin gasped when he touched it.

But Yan Moqin still smiled happily: "Bao'er, this is the first time you've touched me for so long."

"Don't be poor, hurry up and tie the wound." Mo Ran only felt that the bloodstain on Yan Moqin's arm made him jump with fear.

"Don't listen to what the landlord aunt said. It's just that the demolition team came here early in the morning and smashed things without saying a word. I'll just wait until you come back, and then I'll reason with them. Who knows they Don’t listen, and then we got into a dispute, the one in my hand was scratched by broken glass.” Yan Moqin’s explanation made Mo Ran feel even more uncomfortable, but he still retorted: “Let you go and talk to others To be reasonable, if you have that step, you might as well just call me and ask me to come back, and let you open your mouth to be reasonable, it's better to gag your mouth, every sentence can choke to death."

Yan Moqin still smiled, and stopped Mo Ran from bandaging his arm, and Mo Ran became anxious: "Why are you so cool, if you don't bandage, be careful of your scars!"

"If you leave a scar, you will leave a scar, and it is better to leave a scar." Yan Moqin opened Mo Ran's palm with his other hand, and the scars of different lengths on his palm were like stubborn knots in his heart, lingering.

"If there is a scar, it should be regarded as a couple. You left it because of me, but now I will do it for you." Yan Moqin grabbed Mo Ran's hand, and the sincerity in his eyes burned Mo Ran.

"Then why didn't you answer my phone?" Mo Ran couldn't forget the anxiety.

"At the beginning, I was too busy with theory to pick up the phone, but then it broke during the dispute. Don't worry, this is just a special situation. I promise that I will turn it on for you 24 hours later."

The landlady, who had been standing aside, neither left nor stayed, could only cough in embarrassment.

The two also came back to their senses suddenly, and Mo Ran quickly withdrew his hand.

Once the wound scabs over it doesn't hurt anymore, and the presence of the scar seems to tell you, look, I was hurt, but I was healed.

Mo Ran planned to get up and go back to the house to check the situation, but just as soon as he stood up, he felt a sharp pain, helpless, and then bent down again.

"Ran Ran, Bao'er? What's wrong with you, don't scare me!" Yan Moqin also panicked, watching Mo Ran curl up like a shrimp in his arms.

"Bao'er, did you miss breakfast again? Stomach pain again?" Yan Moqin stood up, and wiped off Mo Ran's sweat that was covered in heat or pain with his palm.

Mo Ran nodded weakly, Yan Moqin didn't care whether he was still hurt or not, picked up Mo Ran and rushed downstairs.

"Auntie, just help us look around the house!" Yan Moqin turned around and shouted.

Mo Ran's face was bloodless due to the excessive pain, and Yan Moqin kept praying silently: "Bao'er, don't let anything happen to you..."

Before being sent to the hospital, Mo Ran fainted from the pain. Yan Moqin's heart was twisted together, and he held Mo Ran tightly, but he was afraid of scratching Mo Ran.

"Doctor! Doctor!" As soon as he arrived at the hospital, Yan Moqin rushed in with Mo Ran in his arms.

"What's the matter? How is the patient's condition now?" Seeing Yan Moqin's posture, nurses immediately surrounded him.

"His stomach hurts! Hurry up and look!" Yan Moqin was really distressed, and he didn't know how to pay attention to the decibels in the hospital, which attracted many people's attention.

Fortunately, there was a clever nurse who immediately pushed the emergency bed, and Mo Ran was pushed into the operating room in a blink of an eye.

Yan Moqin watched the lights outside the operating room turn on, wishing that he was the one being pushed in.

In fact, I have always been aware of Mo Ran's stomach problems, but I didn't pay much attention to it, but now I may lose Mo Ran because of this.

In fact, he also told Mo Ran to take stomach medicine in the later stage, but it seems that the effect has not been great...

Yan Moqin had been staring at the operating lamp that was on, suddenly turned around, and punched the wall of the hospital with a muffled sound, and his fingers were bleeding from the skin.

But Yan Moqin didn't feel any pain at all, in short, it must not be as painful as Mo Ran is now.

I have given Mo Ran something, except for the endless indifference and roughness, it seems that there is nothing... Maybe I am really not worthy of Mo Ran, and I am really no longer the one who can accompany him all the way. ?

As proud as Yan Moqin, Yan Moqin was taken aback by the thought of admitting defeat.

But he immediately remembered a sentence, liking is presumptuousness, but love is restraint.

So, I have long been used to and love Mo Ran, right?How fucking idiot and stupid am I to be able to wear down the patience and love of such a person who loved me.

Only those who have personally waited outside the operating room understand the loneliness and helplessness of the future.

"Sir, sir, your arms and hands are bleeding, why don't you bandage them quickly?" Seeing Yan Moqin sitting there alone, a little nurse said,