It's such a comfortable day.

For a person who suddenly broke into his space, the most important thing is that this person needs to live permanently. Mo Bei is very uncomfortable and psychologically repulsed.Although dinner parties, emergency training and so on were all held in this house before, but that was only during the day.

This indescribable and unclear emotion actually appeared when he was a child, and Mo Bei's parents knew it well.During the holidays, visiting relatives and friends, even if the relationship is good and the time is late, Mo Bei is determined to go home and sleep, and never spend the night outside.That's all, for his own room or space, Mo Bei used a method similar to that of animals to protect his own territory to prevent other people from getting involved.Since he was a child, he lived alone in a room, and he did not allow others to enter his bedroom casually, and never brought friends to his home, so that his parents thought he was withdrawn, but in fact he was.

After getting along for so many days, looking at the smoky look of Chen Hanmo's house downstairs, even if he maximized his awareness of protecting his territory, he couldn't say anything about letting Chen Hanmo live in the hotel.In his heart, he could only comfort himself, the guest room was originally for guests.

Early in the morning, squinting his eyes, covering his yawning mouth with his hands, he walked to the bathroom in a daze and opened the door. Mo Bei was stunned. Inside, a big man with white foam on his face was holding a razor. Get ready to shave.

It took several seconds for Mo Bei to fully wake up, realizing that Chen Hanmo had lived in last night.And it was very unfortunate that the master bedroom of this room was downstairs, which he converted into a tea room.The two upstairs are guest bedrooms, that is to say, if one of the two of them does not move to the battlefield during these ten days, they must share the nearest upstairs bathroom.

Helplessly looking at Chen Hanmo who was about to talk, Mo Bei went to the mirror and took his toiletries, and said, "You continue." With a little temper, he went to the bathroom downstairs to clean up in the morning.

There was a sudden addition of a person in the room, and many things were not going well, and both of them needed to adjust.

The unhappiness in the early morning made Mo Bei lose the mood to make a good breakfast.I picked a budding rose from the space, took out the rose sauce I made before, and made a makeshift rose porridge.This porridge is very easy to sit up, just throw the ingredients into the pot and wait for it to be cooked.Coming out of the kitchen, Chen Hanmo also finished cleaning, sat on the sofa, touched the cream, and watched the morning news.

Cream in the morning felt a little scared when he saw Mo Bei, and kept hiding behind Chen Hanmo.

Looking at Mo Bei who was slowly approaching, Chen Hanmo was a little strange. Isn't this lecherous fox dog usually very close to Mo Bei!I often eat Mo Bei's tofu, and I will slip into his arms whenever I meet.I am quite jealous of this dog!How could this be so scary.

"Cream, come out! Unless you don't want to stay in my room anymore, come brush your teeth and wash your face with me!" Mo Bei threatened the shivering white ball hiding behind Chen Hanmo.

"Cry! Master, you are too bad. How can you expect the same fox to brush your teeth in the morning! You have tricked me out a few times before, but this time I am determined not to go, so I won't go!" Buttercup cried weakly, but To Chen Hanmo's ears, the sound was just a common chirping sound.

"You dog is too funny, you even bark like a fox!" Chen Hanmo winked at Mo Bei weirdly, and got a beautiful hygienic eye thrown by Mo Bei.

Suddenly, Mo Bei pulled the fur on the back of Bai Qiu's neck and pulled it out from Chen Hanmo's back.Amid the whining of the cream, brushing teeth, washing face, and combing the whole body were completed.

"Chen Hanmo, come here quickly if you want to eat, unless the morning news can fill your stomach." Regarding the consequences of laughing at him just now, Mo Bei snapped out a poisonous tongue.

snort!To laugh at Cream is to laugh at him.

Seeing Mo Bei handing over the bowl of rose porridge, Chen Hanmo was stunned and did not reach out to take it.

"What's the matter with you?" Mo Bei, who was inexplicable, asked casually, and stretched out the porridge in his hand in front of him.

What was left to him was the back view after taking the porridge and turning around.Shaking his head, to shake off the sad figure just now in his mind, Mo Bei filled a bowl of butter and sat down at the dining table with his own bowl of porridge.

Just after eating two spoonfuls of porridge, I heard a sob from the opposite side of the table, suppressed, wanting to cry but enduring sobs.Raising his head, Mo Bei was stunned at first, he didn't expect that one day he would see Chen Hanmo crying.Then he stared blankly at him who was covering his nose with his hands, tears streaming between his fingers, while sending the porridge to his mouth with trembling hands.

Mo Bei, who was convinced that the porridge wasn't the problem, wanted to persuade him but couldn't persuade him. He could only ask dryly, "Are you okay?"

Mouth, it's okay to cry like this!

He poured the porridge into his own mouth three times, picked up the bowl and went back to the kitchen, leaving the dining room to Chen Hanmo who was still crying and drinking the porridge, "Eat slowly, there is still in the kitchen."

"He is a person with a story. It's a pity! I don't like to listen to stories." Mo Bei, who was holding cream, glanced at Chen Hanmo, walked up the stairs calmly, and went to the greenhouse, "Human beings are troublesome, so awkward , if I have the time, I'd better talk to those lovely plants about the weather."

Mo Bei's temperament can be considered cold, as long as you keep a distance from him, everything is easy to talk about; but no matter how good a brother is, once the "distance" gets too close, he will immediately push you away.Chen Hanmo is an example.

Leaving aside what Mo Bei thought in his heart, this bowl of rose porridge evoked Chen Hanmo's deep grief in his heart.

I remember when he was 12 years old.No!Just a day away from being 12.

He was so happy that morning!Because my mother, who rarely goes out, finally agreed to accompany him to the mall, and there was only him, no older brothers and sisters.

Unable to find Bei, I sat happily at the dining table, waiting for my mother to bring me the breakfast I made myself.Although there are servants, my mother has always said that cooking is a way to express the love of the family, so the three meals for the family of five are all cooked by the mother herself, and she never uses the help of others.

That is a bowl of rose porridge!

He still clearly remembers the shape and color of that bowl of porridge.The pickled maroon rose petals dyed the white rice porridge light brown, just like the bowl of porridge that Mo Bei handed over in the morning.

The rich aroma of roses and the aroma of sticky white rice porridge combine to whet the appetite, just like the mother's taste after the entrance of rose porridge this morning.

But that bowl of porridge was the last bowl of porridge cooked by his mother!

Because when he went shopping, he encountered a powerful and deadly blockade. To make matters worse, a traitor appeared in the family's security forces. Finally, in order to save him, his mother protected him in her arms and created a safe space for him with her body. until rescuers show up.

The blood flowing from the mother is as beautiful as this rose...

For more than ten years, he has been deeply blaming himself, whether if he hadn't his mother accompanied him to go shopping that morning, this tragedy would not have happened!

This bowl of rose porridge cut open the scar in his heart like a knife, but like honey, it reminded him of those good memories when his mother was alive.Because this bowl of rose porridge tastes surprisingly the same as the rose porridge my mother brought over that morning in my memory.

Chen Hanmo's mood stabilized a lot as he finished the porridge in the bowl with tears in his mouth.He moved to the bathroom step by step and three stops like a prostration, and used the biting cold water to wake himself up from the phantom.

In the first few years after his mother died, he had always relied on it to calm himself.