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Chapter 11

On October 10th, Saturday, Zhuo Weilan didn't stay in bed. After being tossed by three alarm clocks, she got up early and found out the same dress as when she first met that year. She tied up her hair and put on light makeup. Take a good look in the mirror when you're done.

Except for the tiredness in the eyes that can't be removed, the others are already trying their best to get closer to the age of 18.

Zhuo Weilan yawned, sniffed and put on the backpack she hadn't carried for a long time, opened the door and walked down, and glanced at the guest room when she passed by, the bedding inside was neatly folded, there was no pleat on the bed sheet, and the hem of the curtain was unraveled The radian is almost aligned on both sides, and even the embellished tassels are corresponding.

Both before and after amnesia are obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Zhuo Weilan suddenly had a strange idea - Mo Shuang was able to see her at a glance among the people coming and going, couldn't it be because her hair was bent and curled up when she was sleeping on the table?

With a strange thought, she pulled down the shoulder strap of her schoolbag, tilted it crookedly, and then slowly went down the stairs.

Mo Shuang got up earlier than her and walked around the kitchen.

Zhuo Weilan didn't let go of her bag, and shouted at the hardworking figure in the apron, "Mo Shuang."

Mo Shuang turned her head, and the moment she saw her, the spatula in her hand was hanging in the air, staring blankly at the person, her whole face was full of bewilderment.

This is different from what I imagined...Zhuo Weilan was puzzled, stepped forward and raised her hand in front of her eyes, shaking the shoulder strap of the schoolbag stuck on her elbow, "What's the matter?"

"No." Mo Shuang blinked back to her senses, her lips curled up into a smile, her eyes didn't glance at the schoolbag that was about to fall, but she focused on her face, "a little surprised."

"why?"

Mo Shuang's smile deepened, but her voice softened, "You are so beautiful."

"..." Being praised in person, Zhuo Weilan felt embarrassed, no longer kept the sloppy look of the shoulder straps hanging down, pulled her back up, hooked her messy hair behind her ears, and muttered, "What?"

With a shy face, she set off fireworks to celebrate in her heart - it really wasn't because of obsessive-compulsive disorder, but because she was good-looking!

Mo Shuang watched her lower her head and didn't chase after Kua. She put down the spatula hanging in the air and turned off the stove.

Zhuo Weilan heard the ding, looked up, looked at the toast that looked like that in the frying pan, and then looked at Mo Shuang who was easily turning to the other side, wondering, "Why do you have to make your own breakfast."

Mo Shuang answered without haste, and pushed her towards the dining table.

Zhuo Weilan sat down obediently, just after putting away her bag, she turned her head and saw a plate appeared before the table at some point, with a heart patchwork of fruits on it, she was stunned, "You...you made it?"

"Well, anniversary."

Zhuo Weilan still couldn't believe it, she rubbed her eyes several times, but couldn't figure out why Mo Shuang had such thoughts and skills, and there was another bouquet of flowers beside her, when she turned her head, what she saw was squatting on the ground for herself. Sent by Mo Shuang.

The bouquet was huge, Mo Shuang's face was mostly covered, and she huddled in the corner of the dining table, only showing her smiling eyes, "Happy Memorial Day."

"Thank you, thank you." Zhuo Weilan stammered in fright, took it solemnly, and subconsciously reached out to help Mo Shuang.

With her support, Mo Shuang stood up, and after standing still, she refused to let go, her fingers trembling slightly, stroking the back of her hand for a while.

Zhuo Weilan's heart beat faster, feeling that she couldn't hold it anymore, she hurriedly withdrew her hand, "There are still frying things in the kitchen."

"Okay, let me see."

As soon as Mo Shuang left, Zhuo Weilan quickly put the flowers aside and fanned her hands to cool down her hot cheeks.

Early in the morning, so exciting.

The breakfast made by Mo Shuang, the only thing that matches the love is the shaped fruit, the others are all acceptable, the shell of the fried toast is not evenly heated, a bit mushy, the milk is in good order, and the ham is only heated I can eat it.

Zhuo Weilan is a picky eater, she is not satisfied with eating, she eats a piece of fruit and a piece of toast, when the fruit is gone, it will be delivered with milk, and only the most unpalatable toast is left on the table at the back, she has no choice but to stare After a while, he choked his throat and acted coquettishly, "I'm full, I can't eat anymore."

"Then don't eat." Mo Shuang didn't say anything, and followed her wishes.

"Let me clean up first." Zhuo Weilan felt guilty, took the initiative to take the dishes and walked to the kitchen.She hid the rest of the toast in the trash can, breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to wash the dishes by the way, but ignored the wetness of the dish soap, and lost her grip, causing the plate to slam down.

Mo Shuang heard the voice and rushed over, "You are not injured."

"No..." Zhuo Weilan picked up the plate and said with a sad face, "I'm sorry, there was a crack..."

"It's okay, put it down," Mo Shuang took a towel to help wipe off the water marks on her hands, and didn't even look at the poor dish with a crack.

Zhuo Weilan looked at Mo Shuang who was taking care of her seriously with downcast eyes, and regretted not finishing the unpalatable toast.

They rushed out, Mo Shuang tidied up hastily, leaving the rest of the mess to the aunt who will come later, and went upstairs to change.Zhuo Weilan walked up and down the living room alone, feeling bored, seeing that the car outside had arrived, she went out and greeted the driver Lao Zhang with a smile, "Good morning!"

"Good morning." Lao Zhang said, and handed her the things on the passenger seat, "Pancakes with fruits and eggs, and hot soybean milk."

Zhuo Weilan was stunned, "I didn't say I'm going to buy breakfast today."

"Mo Shuang told me." Lao Zhang said, "Eat it while it's hot."

Zhuo Weilan finally understood why Mo Shuang didn't say a word when she took the unfinished breakfast to the kitchen to "clean up", pursed her lips, opened the package and took a bite.

It was obviously the same family of pancakes, but she felt that it was not as delicious as before.

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Mo Shuang and Zhuo Weilan met after school at noon on October 10th, not far from the third teaching building towards the small woods. When they passed each other, they both turned their heads.

Zhuo Weilan remembered that she got rid of the tiredness of elective courses in an instant and woke up. She also remembered that Mo Shuang was wearing a gray sweater, and her wind-blown hair was covered with a layer of sunshine. No sense of tenderness.

But she just couldn't remember exactly where they passed by on this long forest path.

"Uh... it should be here," Zhuo Weilan pointed at the stone bench, "I remember this stone bench!"

After following her for two rounds, Mo Shuang didn't have the slightest temper, just nodded like the previous few times, "Really."

Zhuo Weilan looked around and found that there was a stone bench not far away, feeling unsure again, sat down on the stone bench dejectedly, tapped his legs and massaged and said, "This road is about the same length, I really remember I don't know."

"It's okay," Mo Shuang looked at the long road and said with a smile, "We must have walked this road together before, and there are memories everywhere."

Zhuo Weilan stopped tapping her leg, looked up at Mo Shuang, and saw a gentle expression similar to that of the morning after she dropped the plate.

Her frustration intensified.

"No." Zhuo Weilan stood up abruptly, "Sit down and rest for a while, I'll look for it again, I'm sure I'll remember it!"

Afraid that Mo Shuang would not like it, she pulled him over and pressed his shoulder, and pressed hard on the stone bench.

Mo Shuang refused to sit down, held her hand and said, "Let's look for it together."

"...You don't remember, just sit down, I'll look for it."

Zhuo Weilan withdrew her hand and turned around to walk away. Just after taking two steps, she heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind, completely helpless, she turned her head and begged Mo Shuang, who followed suit, "Let me do one thing alone .”

Mo Shuang was puzzled, "What?"

"I'm a bit blind," Zhuo Weilan pouted, "Every time I pass by here, you tell me where we met. I've heard it so many times, but I don't remember it at all. It's too much."

"Not too much." Mo Shuang comforted, "This road is too long, and it looks alike."

Zhuo Weilan retorted, "But you remember it!"

Mo Shuang replied calmly, "Not necessarily, maybe I just pointed to the wrong place, and you just didn't notice it."

"..." Zhuo Weilan didn't expect to have such an answer, and held back for a long time facing Mo Shuang's serious analysis face, couldn't help it, and burst out laughing, "Hahaha, how can I complain about myself like that."

Mo Shuang also laughed, and led her back to the stone bench, "Sit down for a while, aren't you used to these shoes?"

Zhuo Weilan was stunned.

In order to restore the scene on the day they met, she picked out a pair of white sneakers that she hadn't worn for a long time and put them on. Unexpectedly, the size of these shoes was already small, and the edges were a little hard, and they rubbed against her little by little through the socks when walking.

"How do you know?" She couldn't figure it out.

Mo Shuang brushed off the fallen leaves on the stone bench and helped her sit down, "The walking posture is a bit wrong."

"Oh..." Zhuo Weilan looked at Mo Shuang looking through her bag, and became curious, "You didn't bring another pair of shoes, did you?"

Mo Shuang didn't speak, but when she turned around, she took a bottle of juice, unscrewed the lid and handed it over, regretfully saying, "Sorry, no."

"I'm sorry for what you said, I'm just guessing." Zhuo Weilan took a sip and felt that the refreshing and sweet juice had melted away the burning pain in his heels. He took a long breath and squinted his eyes to feel the breeze, "Huh, That's not bad."

"Yes." Mo Shuang replied, sitting quietly on the stone bench with her to rest.

Zhuo Weilan looked at Mo Shuang's calm side face, and her heart moved. Regardless of the indirect kissing nature of sharing the bottle, she passed the juice over, "Do you want to drink some?"

"Thank you." Mo Shuang nodded, reached out and took a sip, licking the corners of his lips, "It's delicious."

Obviously it didn't mean that, Zhuo Weilan couldn't help thinking about it, don't ignore it at the beginning, cleared her throat and said, "Shall we go and see somewhere else?"

"Okay." Mo Shuang put away the juice and said suddenly, "I'll carry you."

"what?!"

Zhuo Weilan was stunned, but Mo Shuang still had a natural expression, "Your feet hurt, don't you?"

"It's true that your feet hurt, but..."

Zhuo Weilan didn't have time to make up a reason for her refusal, Mo Shuang had already helped her get the bag, squatted in front of her and waited.Looking around, Zhuo Weilan is not thin-skinned but not thick either. Unable to bear the prying eyes of her juniors, she lay down on her knees and buried her face and said in a muffled voice, "Go back to the car, I'll go change the pair of shoes." shoe."

Mo Shuang hummed, and walked towards the parking lot with her on his back.

Zhuo Weilan slowly adapted, opened her eyes a little, and what she saw was not the curious looking of others, but the scenery of the leaves being blown by the breeze, Mo Shuang's smiling lips.

"What are you laughing at?" She muttered softly.

Mo Shuang smiled but said nothing, and shook her to hug her even tighter.

Zhuo Weilan was taken aback, and after she had settled down, she immediately rubbed Mo Shuang's hair to realize her wish back then, secretly feeling: It really is soft.

Their destination was a forest trail, and the car was parked not far away, in a small parking lot where they could see the end at a glance.

Zhuo Weilan saw Assistant Chen who was waiting just like that, and felt a twinge in her heart:

Assistant Chen came here specially to explain that there is a very important business matter, and her personal matter...

Always on the sidelines.

"Let me down." Zhuo Weilan refused to let Mo Shuang carry on, and stood up on the ground, ready to go around to the flower bed not far away to stay with Lao Zhang and make way for business.

Mo Shuang held her hand, "Weilan, where are you going?"

"You talk about things first." Zhuo Weilan said weakly, "I'll wait for you at Lao Zhang's."

"why?"

Zhuo Weilan sneered, and pointed in Assistant Chen's direction, "Didn't you see it?"

Mo Shuang took advantage of the situation to look over and was taken aback.

"You go ahead first." Zhuo Weilan said in a low voice, trying to shake off Mo Shuang's hand.

Mo Shuang clasped it even tighter.

Zhuo Weilan was annoyed, "You..."

When she looked up, she saw Mo Shuang's frowning face.

Seeing that she stopped shaking her hands, Mo Shuang sighed and said seriously, "Weilan, listen to me."

The promised anniversary was interrupted by Assistant Chen, Zhuo Weilan was aggrieved, she curled her lips in displeasure, "What?"

She had already thought about Mo Shuang's fancy tricks to coax people, and she had also thought about the ending that she had to stand aside no matter whether she was happy or not.

but……

Mo Shuang didn't say a sweet word, and pointed to Assistant Chen and asked a serious question.

"Who is he?"

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Some details have been changed in the previous chapter, but the plot has not changed. If you are interested in the little angel, you can read it.