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Mo He stood at the door of the house with Mo Yancheng, took out the key, thought for a while, put the key back in his pocket, and rang the doorbell. It was Liu Wanqin who opened the door. When she saw Mo Yancheng standing behind Mo He, she said nothing. Said to close the door.

Facing the closed door, Mo He still did not take out the key to open the door, but stood at the door with Mo Yancheng from ten o'clock in the morning to ten o'clock in the evening. Fortunately, there is only one apartment on the first floor, but Save yourself the hassle of dealing with neighbors.

"Ahe, how are you? Are you tired?" Mo Yancheng reached out and gently wrapped Mo He's waist, letting him lean on his body.

Mo He was not pretentious, leaned towards him, sighed, and said, "Well, a little bit."

Mo Yancheng rubbed his waist with his hands, and said in an annoyed tone, "I'm sorry, I went too far last night, and I made you stand here for so long today."

The moderate strength in his waist instantly relieved the soreness on Mohe's body. He chuckled lightly and said, "I'm glad you can have this kind of awareness, but it's okay, there won't be a next time anyway."

"..." Mo Yancheng's hand on Mo He's waist froze, grabbed his waist, turned him over, looked down into his eyes, and said seriously, "That's impossible, sex/life stability is emotion A great foundation of stability, which cannot be left behind for a day!"

Mo He looked at him and raised his right eyebrow: "Can't you fall down for a day?"

"Well! You can't let it go for a day!" Mo Yancheng nodded firmly.

Mo He's eyebrows raised even higher: "That's fine, from now on you will go down and I will go up."

"..." Mo Yancheng paused for three seconds, grinning his teeth, "Yo ho, Ah He, I didn't see it, so you like this posture, the so-called 'sit down and move yourself'? No problem, If you want to control the audience, I'll let you do it! Do whatever you want, okay?"

After listening to Mo Yancheng's words, Mo He twitched the corners of his eyes, couldn't help it, and still gave him a blank look, angrily pulled his hand on his waist, walked away two steps, crossed his arms, and leaned his back against the wall , looked at him with half-closed eyes, and said contemptuously: "Okay, Mo Yancheng, you have practiced your skill of seeing every bit of stitches, and you can get in the cracks of my words when you get the chance. From now on, you can go to the public relations department. Being an assistant under my staff is really a waste of talent.”

Mo Yancheng rubbed the tip of his nose with a smirk, walked up to Mo He, imitated him, leaned against the wall with his arms folded, suppressed the smile on his face, and said, "Ahe, I lived for 28 years. Although the years were poor, I was happy every day, and I was very tired in the next ten years, and in the future, I really don't want to live like this again."

Mo Yancheng closed his eyes and fell silent. From Mo He's perspective, he could see Mo Yancheng's sharp-edged side face, his handsome nose twitched slightly, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, and his bushy eyebrows pulled down slightly. Obviously there was no emotion on his face, but Mo He felt a faint heartache inexplicably.

Turning his head to look at the door where there was no movement, Mo He held Mo Yancheng's hand silently, Mo Yancheng immediately held Mo He's hand back, pondered for a moment, and said softly: "Ahe, you know, that year What did I think when I was crushed under the rubble by an earthquake?"

The moment when Mo Yancheng was overwhelmed on the TV news flashed before his eyes. Even after so many years, the heart palpitations have not weakened at all. The suffocating panic made Mo He subconsciously squeeze Mo Yancheng tightly. hand, shook his head.

Mo Yancheng opened his eyes, stared at the incandescent lamp above his head, and said slowly: "At that time, I was lying on the ground, unable to move my left hand, my eyes were dark, and my nasal cavity was filled with a strong smell of blood. I ran out of strength, so I just lay down and thought about life. Before I lost consciousness, I realized something..."

As he said that, Mo Yancheng lowered his head, met Mo He's eyes, and curled his lips: "Life is alive, and you must be accompanied by a good person."

"My dear..." Mo He murmured, and then laughed out loud, "This really doesn't seem like a truth that you will realize, it sounds hypocritical."

Mo Yancheng was also happy: "Then according to your opinion, what truth should I realize?"

"Fuck life, I'm on the fence with it!" Mo He said imitating Mo Yancheng's tone.

"Ahe, you..." Mo Yancheng showed a funny expression, and was about to say something, when there was a light "click" from the door, the two of them fell silent at the same time, and turned their heads to look over.

The door was slowly pushed open from the inside to the outside, and stopped halfway through, then a small head poked out and said to Mo He: "Brother, mom asked me to come out and tell you that you can come in if you want, he... ..”

Mo Qi turned his eyes to Mo Yancheng, and continued: "No!"

Mo He glanced at Mo Yancheng, and said to him: "Okay, then I'll go in, you continue to stand."

Seeing that Mo He really abandoned him and was about to enter the house by himself, Mo Yancheng quickly reached out and grabbed him, showing a pitiful expression. In Mo He's eyes, he looked like a giant pug. He smiled and rubbed him. Mo Yancheng's head, said: "You regret it for a while, I will go in and find out first."

Only then did Mo Yancheng nodded, loosened Mo He's clothes, and said solemnly: "Ah He, the future happy life will be entrusted to you."

After entering the room and closing the door, Mo Qi took Mo He's hand and motioned him to bend down and bring his ears closer. Mo He smiled and squatted down, and Mo Qi whispered in his ear: "Brother, mom just told me Say, you're an idiot."

Mo He pinched Mo Qi's little face, and whispered with a smile: "Is Xiao Qi going to stand by brother?"

"No, no, I'm neutral!" Mo Qi raised her face seriously, and waved two fingers from her temples to Mo He.

"Ahe," Liu Wanqin's quilted voice came from the living room, it was not as soft as before, "Come here."

"Okay, Mom." Mo He stood up, let Mo Qi go back to the bedroom, and walked into the living room.

Liu Wanqin was sitting on the sofa, holding a photo of Mo Jingqi in her hand, but her eyes were staring at a light spot on the coffee table in a daze, and when she sensed Mo He's approach, she came back to her senses, patted the empty seat beside her, and said: "Come and sit down."

"En." Mo He responded, walked to Liu Wanqin and sat down, saw the photo in her hand, and fell silent.

"Ahe, your father used to say that when you are alive, you have to look forward. Too much entanglement with the past will not only make you unhappy, but also implicate others." Liu Wanqin lowered her eyes and slowly slid her fingers on the photo.

Mo He crossed his hands and fingers, nodded in a daze, looked at Liu Wanqin, and said hesitantly: "Mom, you..."

"Ah He, does it have to be him?" Liu Wanqin clenched the corners of the photo frame tightly with her hands, and her eyes turned red when she looked at Mo He.

"Mom," Mo He looked at her deeply, his voice unconsciously low and hoarse, "I spent two or five years trying to convince myself, but I failed. If possible, I also hope to stay away from him, but, After all, he finally found him, and after wandering around for ten years, the person by my side was still him in the end, and he was the only one from the beginning to the end."

"Ten years, have ten years passed?" Liu Wanqin turned her gaze back to the photo. The next moment, a teardrop slid down her cheek and hit the photo frame with a "slap", but it seemed to hit Mo He's face. In his heart, he had the urge to run away immediately.

The crossed fingers were tightly clenched, he gritted his teeth to suppress the thought of retreating, took a deep breath, and said: "Dad, he has always been a kind person, and he will never do anything for himself. Regret for good deeds, save is to save, and he will never regret if he takes his own life. In the car accident that year, the fault was not in Yancheng. Mom, it has been ten years, please let him go..."

Liu Wanqin hugged the photo frame into her arms, sobbing silently, while Mo He embraced her in her arms, and gently patted her back one after another.

In the past ten years, Mo He has often seen Liu Wanqin hugging Mo Jingqi's photo in the dead of night, whispering to the moon alone, such a lonely back has carved a deep imprint in his heart, and the pain is unbearable. He said let it go, Not only did she hope that Liu Wanqin would let Mo Yancheng go, but she also hoped that Liu Wanqin would let herself go.

The road of life is so long, so long, I don’t want to forget the deep-seated grief, I just hope to put it aside in time, after all, some things cannot be let go in this life, but try to let go of some other obsessions, maybe it will be easier.

Persuading Liu Wanqin to let go of her grudge against Mo Yancheng is also to let her let go of her excessive longing for Mo Jingqi.

After an unknown amount of time, Liu Wanqin raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, got up and walked into the bathroom. After she came out, she looked calmer, pointed in the direction of the door, and said, "Call him in."

Opening the door, Mo Yancheng was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed and swaying. Mo He walked up and patted him on the head without any politeness. Twist behind him, Mo He reacted in time, and kicked up, Mo Yancheng dodged sideways, was stunned, and said: "Ahe, don't make a surprise attack, it will be fine if you accidentally hurt you."

Mo He shook off his hand, twisted his sore wrist, raised his chin towards the half-open door, and said, "Let's go, my mother told you to go in."

Mo Yancheng froze instantly, swallowed, and said hesitantly, "This...so sudden, I...I'm not ready yet."

Mo He glanced at him, and walked over first: "I gave you time to prepare, but you didn't hurry up."

"Uh... isn't it exhausting from working all night last night?" Mo Yancheng grinned and said cheerfully.

Liu Wanqin left Mo Yancheng in the living room, and asked Mo He to go to the bedroom to stay with Mo Qi. Mo He absent-mindedly checked Mo Qi's homework, which made Mo Qi dissatisfied. On the table, staring at Mo He said: "Brother, you look so abnormal!"

"Ah? Did I go wrong?" Mo He was puzzled.

"Brother," Mo Qi looked carefully at Mo He's face, propped his chin and said, "Smile like a flower."

Hearing this, Mo He's eyes flicked to the window, and under the reflection of the glass window, he found that the corners of his mouth were rising unconsciously.

"Is that outside... the lover my brother brought back?" Mo Qi asked with a smile.

Mo He turned to look at Mo Qi, smiled lowly, and said, "Yes, he is my lover."