delicious life

1. chapter1

Mo Ci moved his body, the soft quilt with the fragrance of flowers and plants under his body made him very greedy, and he didn't want to wake up.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he opened and closed several times in a row, vaguely seeing the bright light in the room.

Bright room...crispy sheets?Mo Ci stood up suddenly, opened his eyes and looked around.

The drowsiness dissipated without a trace as early as the consciousness woke up.

This is where?

Mo Ci looked in amazement at the KINGSIZE bed under him, the wooden floor with clear lines under the bed, and the super-large LCD TV in the distance... The sunlight bypassed the simple blue floral curtains and projected on the floor of the room.He could even see the free dust floating up and down in the air under the sunlight.

... This is not the cold, cramped basement where he lives in a small house, with no sunshine all day long and musty smell all the time.

How is this going?

Last night, instead of falling asleep under the stimulation of alcohol as usual...

Mo Ci leaned on the soft pillow, his head was running fast, and his heartbeat also accelerated.

Could it be that group of people came to collect debts from him and he was locked up here?

No, there is no need to trap him in such a good house even if he is collecting debts...

Moreover, there is no unbearable pain in the head after waking up from alcohol.

They sold all the salable things around them, and the last time they paid their debts was a week ago on a cold and windy winter night...they had no reason to collect debts one after another.

Even the most precious formula of the Mo family was taken away by the enemy who had exhausted the mechanism... He has nothing...

Mo Ci covered his entire face with his hands, and he tried his best to suppress the sadness and hatred in his heart back to his atrium.

After a while, he took his right hand away and found the long and slender fingers on his palm, which froze on the spot.

The phalanges are distinct, slender and fair.A long time ago, someone commented on Mo Ci's hand like this.This is more like a woman's bare hand, a pianist's skillful hand.It's a pity that the owner of these hands is the second son of the Mo family from a culinary family. He is an expert in cooking and cannot tune the Suqin.If Mo Ci was a woman, she would have a good time when she married and returned home, and the man's teasing words suddenly came to mind.

Stretching and closing, Mo Ci held the thumb on the right palm with his left hand and rubbed it lightly.

This hand... is no longer missing the missing finger...

Here, there are no such terrible bruises.His not-so-perfect right hand with the thumb chopped off...is back.

He pressed his right hand to his chest, feeling a steady and powerful heartbeat.The heart beat in the chest, as if from ancient times.Like the drumbeats falling on the surface of the drum, every time it hits, it makes the chest feel the force of the impact, and the excitement is extremely high.

Mo Ci turned his gaze to the coffee table on the right side of the big bed, and there was a photo with a bright smile inlaid in the crystal photo frame.It was a photo of him and his elder brother Mo Yan.

Mo Yan always had a faint smile on his dull and cold face, but he was overwhelmed by the slightly shorter young man who smiled flamboyantly.

So... young.

The confused and surprised eyes turned into incomparable shock and astonishment after seeing more and more familiar old things.

This is the room where he lived in his boyhood!

Mo Ci got up suddenly, lifted the soft quilt, ignored the shoes, and ran towards the west side of the room by stepping on the wooden floor that had been warmed by the sun for a long time.The crystal photo frame was brought to the ground vigorously by him, making a crisp sound.

Mo Ci didn't notice.Go ahead.

There... is the bathroom.

According to the vague memory, behind this door panel, there will be a place for washing and showering.

He thought that behind the door to be opened would be a world of memories.Mo Ci hesitated for a while, and finally opened the door.

A nearly two-meter floor-to-ceiling mirror was embedded on the wall of the bathroom, clearly projecting his face.

The short hair with blue highlights stood in a mess on his head, more like an afro.

And the much younger face reflected in the huge mirror made Mo Ci feel like he was struck by lightning!

There is no sense of decadence that was extremely sloppy in the past.The young man in the mirror was confident and flamboyant, his almost black dark blue hair made his face even whiter.And the small round mole not far from the corner of the left eye also contracted and jumped with his tense muscles!

This is clearly what he looked like when he was seventeen or eighteen!

Mo Ci's pupils were wide open, and he approached the mirror step by step.Every small step that I took seemed to be exhausting all my strength.

The cold touch under his feet couldn't stop him, nor could he wake up from the almost obsessive trance.

When the palm is close to the cold and smooth mirror surface, the person in the mirror can be seen more clearly.

Mo Ci almost thought that what he saw in front of him was the magic mirror in that incomparably dreamy fairy tale.

His face was pressed against the mirror, and the cold feeling made his face that was about to burn off a little bit.

The shortness of breath hit the mirror, forming a small cloud of water mist.

Who can believe that when you wake up, you can go back in time and go back to the past?

Don't think too much, this strange dream has come true, this dream is always in front of you.

There was a time when I woke up in the middle of the night.In the basement where the moonlight can no longer be seen, sitting on the narrow edge of the bed.Smoking low-quality cigarettes, puffing and puffing smoke, eyes blurred.

It was the dream of the clean and tidy room, the prime years buried in the abyss.

Incomparably flamboyant age, boundless profligate youth.Laughing wantonly, not caring about the cold eyes of others.Make trouble as you please and let your family clean up the mess.

What a...beautiful age.

However, when I woke up.The pungent musty smell relentlessly washed his brain, shattering his beautiful dreams to the ground.

Only you can taste the bitter fruit you planted.

I hate myself for doing irreparable wrong things, I hate my weakness in my bones, I hate my insensitive heart, I hate the gambling addiction that keeps clamoring in my blood.

Because of something wrong, his family was ruined; because of weakness, he sold the family's supreme secret recipe; because of numbness, he lost himself in the gold and paper; because of his gambling addiction, he lost everything...including that thumb. .

Lose everything, from the high-flying rich and young to the down-and-out, gambling-loving bum.

Because he stood tall, he would be crushed if he fell.Never again, the courage to stand up.

The so-called arrogance, after that almost destructive fall, in the cold insults and ridicule of others, no matter how hard the bones are, it will be broken severely, and the arrogance that is full will be squeezed and dissipated.

At this time, how I hope to have a beautiful dream to paralyze myself and cover up the current predicament.

Dreams come true, and time goes back, becoming an unattainable luxury.

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"Master? Are you up?" The familiar voice outside the door brought him back to reality from his chaotic thoughts.

Mo Ci was taken aback, but did not answer.Then the familiar voice sounded again, the knock on the door was accompanied by the sound of opening the door, and the door was opened——

"Ah? Young master, after you wash up, go downstairs and have breakfast." The visitor nodded slightly after seeing him, with a simple smile on his face.

The woman, in her mid-40s, has neatly combed hair and wears a blue and white servant's attire.There are some fine lines at the corners of the eyes, slightly thick eyebrows coupled with a pair of small eyes, full lips and a slightly wide face, exuding a simple and simple temperament.

She is not tall, with thick arms and a strong body, she looks more like a woman working in the fields.But when he smiles, that not-so-young face will have a different kind of simplicity, which makes people very comfortable.

Mo Ci remembered that she was Mrs. Da, the wife of Uncle Da, the housekeeper of the Mo family.Responsible for the daily meals of the four members of Mo's family, and occasionally helping with cleaning, she is a conscientious and diligent servant who is loved and respected by the family.

"Young Master?" Mrs. Da came over, looked at Mo Ci worriedly, and swallowed the question she was about to ask the Young Master why he got up so early today, "Young Master, are you feeling well?"

There was a lot of movement in Mo Ci's room. Mrs. Da heard this sound in the corridor when she was cleaning the second floor, as if something had broken.

She only woke him up after confirming the movement in the young master's room.

The young master's face was a little pale, as if he was sick.

Before Mrs. Da could speak, Mo Ci spoke up.

The sound was more like being squeezed out of the throat, and it was extremely difficult.

"……No."

This was the first time Mo Ci spoke with this body. It was obviously a very simple word, but Mo Ci felt his soul tremble when he uttered it.

"Is it really okay?" Mrs. Da still hesitated, watching the young master exit the bathroom.He was skeptical at first, but after hearing the young master's hoarse voice, he became even more sure that he was sick.

"No, I'm fine, Mrs. Da." When he spoke again, it was much easier. Mo Ci twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a forced smile. He bent down to pick up the broken crystal photo frame, slowly pulled out the photo, and put it carefully. to the coffee table.

"Young Master!" Mrs. Da accentuated her voice, ignoring Mo Ci's surprise, she pulled him to the side sofa to sit down, and hurried downstairs to fetch the thermometer. After 5 minutes, seeing that the readings on the thermometer were all normal, I felt relieved and sighed.Went downstairs to prepare breakfast.Before leaving, he did not forget to ask Mo Ci to go downstairs for dinner, and gave Mo Ci a loving look: "Young Master, Eldest Young Master came back last night."

Looking at her busy figure, Mo Ci felt the warmth of being cared for just now, and was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

In my memory, Mrs. Da has a thin sense of existence, she is a hard-working elder who doesn't talk much.And I... never looked at her directly.

Mo Ci wiped his face with a towel, thinking blankly.

The self in the mirror also had a dazed expression and erratic eyes.

Until now, he was still not sure that the dream had come true.

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