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"Ah Qing?" Meng Yuannian got out of the car and looked at Mo Qingxian who was standing at the door and asked suspiciously, "How did you get home?"

"No, I just sent Meng Ruo off." Mo Qingxian looked at Meng Yuannian with a red face and clear eyes: "A Yuan, why are you here?"

Meng Yuannian looked a little disappointed, he stretched out his hand and rubbed Mo Qingxian's head, paused before saying, "I have something to do with grandpa, I will come to you later."

"Well, I'll go with you." Mo Qingxian slapped his hand away, "Don't touch my head, I'm not young anymore, I'll die of laughter if I'm seen."

"Don't go, I'll talk to you alone later." Meng Yuannian thought for a while and finally refused his company, Mo Qingxian didn't think much, just nodded slightly and replied: "Alright, I'll go first Go take a shower, we'll talk when you get back."

In the study, Meng Yuannian told Lin Mo about the current situation, and Lin Mo also agreed with his decision. He only asked him to keep in touch with him at any time, and after a while, the person who left him in Beijing was slightly different from Lin Mo. Meng Yuannian didn't leave until he explained it over again.He stood at the door of Mo Qingxian's room for a long time but did not open the door to go in. He really hadn't figured out how to tell Mo Qingxian about his upcoming return to Shanghai.

He leaned against the door for a while before knocking.Mo Qingxian's lazy and nasal voice came from inside: "The door is not locked." He pushed the door open. Mo Qingxian was sitting on the bed in pajamas with a towel on his head, flipping through a photo album.

"Your photo?"

"Well, every year my mother invites a photographer to come to my house to take some photos for me." Mo Qingxian looked up at Meng Yuannian, "A Yuan, let's go and take a photo, I don't even have a photo of you."

"Next time, wait for next time..."

"Just tomorrow! A Yuan, it's the weekend!" Before Meng Yuannian finished speaking, Mo Qingxian took the conversation with some excitement, looking at Meng Yuannian with bright eyes and full of expectation.

"Ah Qing, I..." Meng Yuannian hesitated for a while, then squeezed Mo Qingxian's hand and finally said in a deep voice as if making up his mind: "Ah Qing, I'm going back to Shanghai tomorrow."

"En?" Mo Qingxian looked up at Meng Yuannian, his eyes hadn't recovered from the excitement just now, he asked blankly: "What did you just say?"

"Ah Qing, I'm going back to Shanghai tomorrow." Meng Yuannian couldn't bear it but still said hard-heartedly: "Leave early tomorrow morning."

"No, A Yuan." Mo Qingxian stared blankly at Meng Yuannian's eyes, and forced a smile: "April Fool's Day is over, A Yuan, don't lie to me..." Meng Yuannian Yuan Nian's eyes were too clear and his expression was too serious, Mo Qingxian couldn't make it up as he spoke.He looked at Meng Yuannian sitting there blankly, not knowing what to do, and Meng Yuannian also looked at him and the two of them were a little speechless.

"I'm sorry, Ah Qing." Meng Yuannian closed his eyes in pain, and pulled Mo Qingxian into his arms: "It's my fault, if I can stop being so anxious, if I can wait a little longer, if I can wait a little longer Come back to see you later, maybe it won't be like this. I'm sorry, Qing."

Mo Qingxian opened his eyes wide and listened to Meng Yuannian's words, his nose was sore as if it was about to fall, and he hugged Meng Yuannian tightly with pain in his voice: "It's not your fault, it's because I didn't No, I can't even help you. I can't help you, but at least I can not hold you back."

As he spoke, helpless sadness welled up in his heart. He buried his head in Meng Yuannian's neck and asked in a strong nasal voice: "Ah Yuan, it was two years last time. This time, how long will we be apart again?" ..."

"It won't be too long, Ah Qing." Meng Yuannian hugged Mo Qingxian tightly, and said words that even he himself couldn't fully believe, "It won't be too long, definitely not too long!"

"A Yuan." Mo Qingxian closed his eyes, trying to hold back the turbulent tears, but he underestimated the pain in his heart, and the tears wet Meng Yuannian's white shirt, which was hot and sticky.Meng Yuannian's eyes turned red in an instant, and the tears that hadn't shed for many years slid down his cheeks as if hitting the apex of his heart.