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The day you said you liked me, I was very happy.So happy, I still feel happy when I think about it.

——Mo Qingxian

The air pressure in the cabin is dignified.Meng Yuannian quietly watched Mo Qingxian sobbing softly with his head lowered. His crying was so small that it was almost inaudible.But even though he was so young, it was more tormenting than crying loudly. Meng Yuannian felt that if Mo Qingxian was allowed to cry like this again, he would be so distressed that he would die.

He stretched out his hand to hold Mo Qingxian's face, and looked at it carefully.The eyebrows and eyes are longer than two years ago, the nose is delicate, and the lips are slightly plump.He hesitated to kiss his lips and licked the salty taste of tears.He moved closer, with puzzled eyes in his eyes, Mo Qingxian's lips were softer than two years ago, warm with a faint peach fragrance, making people want to bite Take a sip.Thinking this way in his heart, his body bit down before his thoughts, only to hear Mo Qingxian's cry of pain, and when he looked over again, Mo Qingxian's lower lip had already leaked a little blood.

"Are you a dog?"

"No, I'm a cow."

"..."

A Yuan, you are so cunning.Mo Qingxian thought so in his heart.With a random movement, a word, or a look in his eyes, he can make himself forget himself, willing to act as if nothing had happened.He even just needs to turn his face to him, and he is willing to swallow all the bitterness welling up in his throat, only thinking about the present moment, really, it's too cunning.He obviously had a lot to say, but he couldn't say anything.

The car stopped in front of the iron gate of Lin's house. Mo Qingxian tilted his head and pulled at the corner of Meng Yuannian's clothes: "A Yuan, won't you stay at my house tonight? My mother misses you very much."

Seeing Mo Qingxian's pleading expression, the words of refusal came to his lips, and he swallowed them again.He pushed open the car door, turned around and stretched out his hand to Mo Qingxian: "Let's go in together."

Mo Qingxian's eyes lit up instantly. He held Meng Yuannian's slender fingers, got out of the car door, and said cheerfully, "A Yuan, I'll take you to our room."

"Go and meet your uncles, aunts, and grandpa first." Meng Yuannian grabbed Mo Qingxian, who seemed to be running excitedly, and helped him straighten the corners of his clothes with a little indulgence, and said softly: "You still don't want to run?" Like a child who hasn't grown up."

Mo Qingxian pouted and rolled her eyes at Meng Yuannian like a spoiled child: "I'm only nineteen, and I'm just a child. Unlike you, you're already old."

Although Mo Qingxian was just talking casually, his eyes were fixed on Meng Yuannian seriously. Although he was younger than himself, he was already so capable.

"Look, what you have been forced into by yourself, you have wrinkles at the corners of your eyes."

"That's laugh lines, idiot." Meng Yuannian turned his head to the driver and made arrangements in a low voice, then walked into the Lin family's yard with Mo Qingxian.Just like two years ago, the yard hasn't changed much, but he remembered that there should have been a big peach tree at the front door, but now it looks empty.

He turned his head and asked Mo Qingxian in a low voice: "Where is that tree over there? I remember that there should be a peach tree somewhere. You love to climb up and sit on it and read a book."

"Last year, it was said that it was necessary to plan the city and build new houses to rectify the appearance of the city. The peach tree in my house was too big and had to be cut down. My mother couldn't bear it, so she asked someone to transplant it to our yard in Xiangshan." Mo Qingxianwan He raised his eyebrows and said to Meng Yuannian: "Next time I will take you there. Although it took a long time for me to move there, I almost died, but this year I heard that new shoots have begun to grow, and a tree will be full of flowers in spring. , don't you like it very much like clouds?"

"Okay, let's go together when the time comes." Meng Yuannian's autumn-like eyes were full of tenderness, he slightly lowered his head to look at Mo Qingxian, his thin lips curled upwards, Mingli was very fascinated by the country city.

Mo Rou looked up and saw Meng Yuannian like this. From the first time she saw this child, she thought he was too good-looking.After two years, his appearance is even better than before.Her expression turned cold in an instant. A girl might not be able to bear such an appearance, let alone Meng Yuannian was still a boy.

From ancient times to the present, so many beauties have been desolate all their lives because their appearances have turned into dry bones. She looked at such an overly beautiful Meng Yuannian, and felt some fear for no reason in her heart.