delicious life

Let those who hear him speak feel his warmth from the heart.

"Don't think about it at all. You and I are two extremes, and there is no possibility of intersecting. Also, I don't like men." Mo Ci spit out every word, his light brown eyes that didn't dodge were not covered by the hatred of the past , Mo Ci said these words in an extremely calm situation.

"Extreme?" Zhao Hongxiu seemed to hear something funny, and his lips curled up to make his smile brighter than usual.

Mo Ci noticed his strangeness, and then he looked at Zhao Hongxiu in front of him.

The dark black suit had large water spots, splashing muddy trouser legs.His hair wet by the rain was on his forehead, his bottomless eyes were staring at him, he was panting slightly... he was extremely embarrassed.

Zhao Hongxiu has always been a person who is personable and pays attention to his image. Why is he disheveled in such a crowded public place?

Seeing the doubts in Mo Ci's heart, Zhao Hongxiu looked at the corners of Mo Ci's slightly opened mouth, his Adam's apple twitched, "Well said, extreme. You are avoiding me, Mo Ci."

The deep eyes seemed to see through everything, and they shot straight at Mo Ci.

This afternoon, he got the news late that this prey, which he looked at but rejected him, would take a plane to country F in the evening.The company's meeting was temporarily postponed by him, and he hurriedly drove from city B to the airport in city C, desperately thinking that Mo Ci would leave at the largest airport, and the ever-flowing crowd drove him to the point of madness.

The torrential rain fell suddenly this afternoon, and the dense raindrops hit the car body, the converging vehicles, the red lights at each station, and sometimes passionate and sometimes sad music.

Zhao Hongxiu was sitting on pins and needles in the car.

I didn't bring an umbrella in the rush, and the heavy rain poured down, splashing water on the road and forming a small stream.

The parking lot was still some distance away from the airport. There was no umbrella in the car, so Zhao Hongxiu walked nearly 500 meters in the heavy rain.

Cold drops of water dripped down his neck, soaking his hair.The mud splashed onto the trouser legs at some point, and the well-crafted suit got soaked at some point.

Zhao Hongxiu only felt that the heart-piercing coldness spread from his heart to his blood vessels, but his rapidly turning head did not allow him to shrink back at this moment.

He is just a disobedient prey.Zhao Hongxiu laughed at himself in his heart, he was much better looking than him.

But... He has never encountered such a situation, and was rejected twice in a row.

He knows that the combination of his appearance and family background brings him charm, and his demeanor in love has already attracted many people to him.

The usual tenderness and warmth lost their effectiveness in front of Mo Ci. Although he believed that there was no hatred between the two, and Mo Ci also intended to clear up the previous suspicions, the rejection was too thorough, which made him immersed in the rejection for a while. in the frustration.

Escape... Zhao Hongxiu saw evasion in Mo Ci's eyes, this was not an excuse Zhao Hongxiu found when facing his own failure.

There was no trace of disgust on Mo Ci's face, nor the previous anger.With a surprised expression on his calm face, he looked straight at him without any avoidance. This is called avoidance.

The masked expression was so fake that Zhao Hongxiu could see it at a glance.

Camouflage is not something that can wrap the whole body and prevent people from prying out.

This kind of emotion becomes more abnormal the calmer it is. Compared with Mo Ci's impulsiveness in the past, Zhao Hongxiu observed it more clearly when he was extremely angry.

Sure enough, when he blurted out these words, Zhao Hongxiu saw Mo Ci's stiffened expression.

In fact, his speculation hit Mo Ci's heart.

I don't know what state to use to face it, I just want to get rid of the past and erase everything, as if it never happened.

Mo Ci was indeed avoiding, avoiding Zhao Hongxiu's aggression, avoiding the dull feeling in his heart that when he saw this person, he remembered the past and couldn't explain the reason.

Country F is also a place for him to relax and unravel the depression that has not been eradicated in his heart.

Self-treatment of depression requires shifting goals, learning to use one's own ability to solve problems, and finding opportunities for success, so as to distract one's attention, reasonably regulate one's interest, release it on the things one is interested in, and succeed suddenly from one's interest , thereby reducing inner anxiety, fatigue, world-weariness, self-defeating and guilt.

Drug treatment treats the symptoms but not the root cause. This is the reason why Mo Ci's family is preparing to go abroad so quickly.Avoid the familiar crowd in C City, go to a new environment to adjust your mood, and at the same time find your own path.

Mo Ci accepted this arrangement as a matter of course, in fact, he was escaping from the past.

Closing his eyes, Mo Ci squeezed Jade Guanyin in his palm, and the warm feeling spread into his palm.He opened his eyes but turned his head, and said to Zhao Hongxiu who was glaring at him:

"I escaped? I just left here temporarily and has nothing to do with you. What reason do you have to say that I escaped from you?"

"Really?" Zhao Hongxiu took a step forward, squeezed Mo Ci's wrist in Mo Ci's astonishment, dragged him in front of him, and shackled him in his arms.

The two faces that were close could clearly see every pore on the other side, flustered, and refused... Mo Ci saw that Zhao Hongxiu's drooping eyelids were stained with raindrops, and the wet eyelashes became more slender, but it was Just right to cover the vaguely flowing emotions in the eyes.

Zhao Hongxiu was in a silent stalemate, pinching Mo Ci's wrist like this, framing him in his arms, unable to move.

Struggling was useless at this moment, Mo Ci could feel the hotness and coldness of the opponent's body, the rain soaked into the shirt of the suit, and the warm skin stimulated the empty space of Mo Ci's chest.Hugging together in such a crowded scene...

Mo Ci struggled to free himself, using this movement to constantly remind Zhao Hongxiu to pay attention to his image.

"Let go, there are so many people here, what do you want to do!"

"Let go, do you hear me!"

Hitting and shouting again, Zhao Hongxiu finally let go of his hand, letting Mo Ci's attack, who was struggling to break free, miss, and staggered a few steps to stabilize his figure.

The darker eyes looked at Mo Ci with a thin red face, as if he was suppressing some emotion.The hand that was stretched out again, was thrown away by Mo Ci and looked at him with hostile eyes, like a cat whose hair has exploded.

"Young master, the check-in procedures are completed, you go to the security check channel, time is running out." The sudden voice made Mo Ci startled, and then quickly reacted.He passed Zhao Hongxiu straight, took the formalities handed over by Uncle Da, picked up his luggage from the chair, and walked towards the security inspection channel.

The particularly large strides were not like walking, but more like running. When Zhao Hongxiu came back to his senses, Mo Ci had already passed through the security check channel and arrived at the departure hall.

Zhao Hongxiu could still feel the gust of wind blown by Mo Ci when he passed by, and the smaller and smaller back was dazzling.Clenching his fists tightly, Zhao Hongxiu turned around dejectedly, leaving the rest of his frustration and disappointment behind, and strode out of the airport.

Two different directions, two different paths.Zhao Hongxiu didn't want to hear the huge roar of the plane taking off, so he quickly got into the car in the parking lot against the rain.

At a distance of [-] feet, the feeling of rising from the ground, the clouds above [-] feet are floating above my head, as if I have left everything behind.

Mo Ci leaned back slightly on the seat, watching the ever-changing clouds outside the window, the shackles in his heart were slowly removed.

City C is not his origin, not his end.

Hold your own destiny line tightly, and let the lines in your palm continue to spread.

He will come back.

Returning with honor in the near future——

42. Volume 1 Growth chapter [-]

"Mo, Mo?" The call outside the door with a strong foreign accent and the doorbell woke Mo Ci from his sleep, opened his sleepy eyes, and yawned a lot. lazy.

"Morrison, stop barking, I'm up."

Even though he said so, Mo Ci still lay on the soft bed, but moved his arms to avoid the eyes that had just opened, and wrapped the extra sheets around his body more tightly.

Shrugging his head and changing his posture, Mo Ci put his face on the same soft pillow and let out a dissatisfied hum.

"Mo, you haven't started putting on your clothes yet, have you?" Although there is a door, the voice is still transmitted clearly. The door is knocked by knuckles, making a rhythmic sound, which makes the sleepy people inside the door uneasy. Annoyed, she raised her head from the pillow and rubbed her eyes with the hand that had just rolled the sheet.

"Well, wake up now, Morrison, please wait a little longer." No one could see the pursed mouth, Mo Ci slowly lifted the quilt wrapped around his body, sat on the edge of the bed in a daze and hadn't turned back God, it wasn't until another cry came to his ears that Mo Ci was fully awake, and he stretched his legs to fumble for the slippers under the bed to put on.

The sun shines in the room, on the rug in the center of the room.The carpet embroidered with mysterious patterns is warmed by the sun, and a layer of fine dust dances in the space centered on the carpet along with the sun.

Country F's weather is like a child's face, full of moods and emotions.At this moment, the warm sun is shining everywhere, and in the afternoon, there may be large dark clouds and light rain.

Mo Ci specially prepared an umbrella, put it on the table, took off his pajamas, put on casual long sleeves, put on a black coat, and quickly walked to the small bathroom to wash his face and mouth. Morrison had been waiting for a long time, Mo Ci hurriedly wiped off his water-stained face, ignored the mirror, grabbed the umbrella on the table and stuffed it into the black backpack, and opened the door lock at once.

"Sorry, Morrison, for keeping you waiting." Mo Ci explained, spreading his hands to the tall boy leaning against the door, but there was no trace of apology on his face.