Ye Suiyu'an

After Mo Yinong left, Mo Qingshen was the only one left in the room.The last ray of light before sunset in the evening penetrates into the room through the gap in the curtains, reflecting Mo Qingshen, whose heart is ashamed.Her whole body was stiff, like a petrified statue, melancholy, depressed and cold, yes, all her vitality was taken away by Mo Yinong.

"Pa-ta..." The room was very quiet, and every little sound would be very clear.In the dim light of the setting sun, Mo Qing saw blood dripping on the floor.

She raised her eyes, only to realize that the blood came from her.Mo Qing wiped her nose deeply, and as expected, what her fingers touched was scarlet.It's not the first time, the last time she went to Ye Sui's house at night to find Ye Sui, the day after she came back, she started to have nosebleeds, and then it happened several times intermittently.This period of time is probably due to being surrounded by all kinds of troubles, alcoholism and insomnia, irregular life and rest, and physical discomfort from time to time.

She stood up with difficulty, feeling dizzy and having a persistent low-grade fever.He took out a piece of paper and wiped the blood off his face.Suddenly remembered that that morning, Mo Yinong was still gently wiping the blood for her, even though she looked very disgusted with herself.It was really hurtful, Mo Qing smiled self-deprecatingly.

What are you thinking now?The once passionate love has been forced to retreat from the temperature and replaced by blunt and cold - the so-called "sisterhood".

Mo Qing stared deeply at the bright red blood on the snow-white paper, and a guess flashed in her mind, she always had nosebleeds, could she be suffering from leukemia?Well, if he died because of this, it would be a kind of relief.She crumpled up the paper towels and threw them into the trash can, but it's probably because the weather has been too dry recently.

It's getting late, I haven't been home for several days, and I should go back today to find my sense of existence.Suddenly there were two more people, and his position in his father's heart was also in jeopardy.After so many days, he didn't even come to the door, and he was disappointed.

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When Mo Qingshen came home, Mo Yin was sitting there smoking a cigarette.

"Smoking less, it will make the house smell of cigarettes." Mo Qingshen stood not far behind him, her words could not conceal her concern.

Hearing the sound, Mo Yin turned his head and saw her come back, so he stood up abruptly: "Where have you been these few days? Even if you don't go home, you should call Dad."

"So worried about me?" Mo Qing sat down casually, and said casually, "But in my opinion, you don't take me as seriously as you said."

Sitting on her, Mo Yin felt a headache: "I don't know who you are like with your tit-for-tat temper. Neither your mother nor I are like that."

Mo Qing smiled deeply: "Maybe it's like grandma." In her childhood impression, grandma was the kind of person who was extremely powerful and would not suffer.

Mo Yin shook his head: "Don't talk about your grandma, it has nothing to do with me pampering you too much."

"You just protect grandma too much. I didn't understand when I was a child, but looking back today, in fact, many things will turn out to be what they are today, and a large part of it is your fault. Sometimes, protecting love is not enough."

Mo Yin exhaled the last smoke ring and extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray: "It is indeed my fault, so Qingshen, don't blame other people, I..."

"Let them come to our house for dinner. I don't want to procrastinate any longer just tomorrow night." Mo Qing said wearily, on the surface she seemed to have figured it out.

"Really? Qingshen..." Mo Yin was very excited, and suddenly he was at a loss, "Are you really willing to have dinner with them?" He confirmed to Mo Qingshen expectantly.

Compared to his excitement, Mo Qingshen was much calmer, she nodded slightly: "We are all family after all."

"That means, are you willing...to accept them?" Mo Yin asked cautiously.

Mo Qing gave him a deep roll of the eyes: "Let's talk. I'm very tired, so I'll go back to my room to rest first."

After thinking about it, Mo Yin immediately called Xi Ling and told her about it.By the way, Xi Ling's number was blocked by him for several days before he wanted to come. This kind of shameless behavior obviously only happened when he was young.

"Thank you for your kindness, I'd better not go..." After hearing this, Xi Ling politely refused.

"Why?" Mo Yin asked in puzzlement.

Xi Ling looked embarrassed, with a sad look on his brows: "You know, Qingshen hates me so much, if I go to eat at home again, she doesn't know how angry she will be. So I don't want it."

Mo Yin said: "Xi Ling, what nonsense are you talking about? Do you still have to be so timid when you go back to your own home?"

"No!" Xi Ling interrupted him, "It's not my home for a long time, and I have nothing to do with your Mo family. To me, it's just a part of my distant memories. Since I I have already left, so there is no need to go back now."

"The past is in the past, and no matter what misunderstandings I had before, it doesn't matter to me. Also, I was too incompetent to protect you in the past, but I won't do it now." As Mo Yin spoke, he felt himself His words were weak, and he emphasized it again at the end, "We'll talk about this later, anyway, you and Yi Nong must come over tomorrow night. Also, it's Qingshen's intention to invite you to dinner, so you don't need to worry."

"..." After hanging up the phone, Xi Ling sighed. She didn't have the courage to step into that house again. After all, she was the one who left cruelly at the beginning, so she could understand why Qingshen hated her so much.

After Mo Yinong came back, Xi Ling told Mo Yinong about this matter, Mo Yinong's eyes were empty, and he just nodded blankly. "Since you have agreed, let's go. But we agreed, just this time, I won't go next time. I don't want to have too much interaction with them."

"Yinong, are you blaming me?"

Mo Yinong lowered his head and remained silent.

"It's okay, I know I shouldn't keep it from you. At that time..." Xi Ling explained.

"Okay, okay, I don't want to hear these words. This is the end of the matter, and there is nothing to say." Mo Yinong went back to the room after finishing speaking.

Xi Ling sat down slumped, she didn't know what Mo Yinong really resented.

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"There doesn't seem to be much change here." Xi Ling looked at the place where she had stayed for several years.

"I like it like this. Except for the necessary renovation and decoration, I didn't deliberately change anything." Mo Yin obviously meant something else when he said this.

Xi Ling lowered her head, even though there were not many changes here, she knew very well that things must have changed after such a long time.

"But I really hate this kind of immutability." Mo Qingshen came down from the stairs with exquisite makeup.It's just that despite the makeup, her mental state doesn't look good.

Hearing her voice, Mo Yinong, who had been silent all this time, raised his head.The eyes of the two met, although it was very short, but she could clearly feel the loneliness and sadness in Mo Qingshen's eyes.Soon, Mo Qingshen looked away.

"It's been more than twenty years, but my family is still the same. I don't like it, so I don't go home often. But my father likes it, so I can't say anything." The charm that a woman around the age of 30 should have.

Xi Ling just sighed in his heart that time flies, everything——is obviously different.

No one answered, and the atmosphere was a bit weird.Mo Yin was dissatisfied in his heart, why did Mo Qingshen say such things? !

"Okay, okay, Qingshen, please don't say a few words. The decoration and layout are not our responsibility. Let's eat first." Mo Yin smoothed things over to ease the atmosphere and change the topic.

The four of them walked to the dining table, Mo Qingshen and Mo Yinong walked behind.Mo Yinong tried to turn a blind eye to her, but Mo Qing held her back, and asked in a low voice, "I'll ask you again, what is your choice?"

Mo Yinong didn't look at her, his eyes were dull: "Don't forget what identity I am here today."

Mo Qing smiled deeply, let go of her hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

Mo Yinong clenched his palms into fists and walked forward pretending to be calm.

The servants brought up the prepared dishes one after another.In the kitchen, the old woman who had been in Mo's house for decades was muttering thoughtfully in the kitchen.Seeing her in a daze, another middle-aged woman who was slightly younger supported her with her arms: "What's wrong with you? You seem to have lost your soul."

The old lady frowned: "I'm lost. Let me ask you, didn't Mr. Mo call that woman Xi Ling just now?"

"Yes. What's the matter?" The middle-aged woman was puzzled, "Who do you think that woman is? I have been here for so many years, and I have never seen any woman brought back by Mr. Mo."

The old lady looked around and lowered her voice: "That's it. You came late, I don't know that Xi Ling is Mr. Mo's wife."

"What?!" The middle-aged woman was so shocked by this fact that she almost dropped the bowl in her hand.

The old lady motioned her to keep her voice down, what if people outside heard this.

"Then is she Miss Mo's mother?" The middle-aged woman asked again.

"Yeah. You don't know, back then..." The old lady's chatterbox couldn't be closed after being opened. Knowing the hidden secrets that others didn't know made her feel an inexplicable sense of superiority.

But at this moment, Mo Yin was urging her, so the old lady could only keep her mouth shut: "Put the dishes on first, and I'll talk to you about this later."

"I thought you wouldn't come. After all, if you bring a child you haven't seen in 20 years to the house, and say it's your father's daughter, people will gossip about it." Mo Qingshen's words were aimed at Xi Ling Said.

The remaining three people stopped their movements because of these words.Everyone could understand what she meant, and it was undoubtedly an insult and difficulty.

Mo Yin first put the bowl heavily on the table: "What are you talking about?"

Mo Qing smiled deeply, not afraid of her father's anger at all: "I'm just telling the truth, I don't think there's anything wrong with it. It's true. She said that Mo Yinong is your daughter, so it must be your daughter ? Who knows if she had sex with another man outside. Dad, how do you know that she is not trying to get your money? "

It was only now that Mo Yin realized that Mo Qingshen's compromise yesterday was just her hypocrisy. She let Xi Ling and Mo Yinong come here just to humiliate them more conveniently.

Mo Yinong could tolerate Mo Qing's deep hostility and hatred towards her, but she couldn't bear her insult to her mother.Her anger surged up, she got up and put her hands on the table: "Only people with dirty hearts have such dirty thoughts. We never thought of stepping here. This was not my home before, and it will never be in the future." Yes. As for who is my father, I don't care at all. If he—" Mo Yinong looked at Mo Yin, "it's not my father, then I can only feel thankful, thankful that I don't have someone as rude as you Sister. Although I don't know what kind of harm my mother has caused to your family, but in any case, you are not qualified to say that about her here. "

After she finished speaking, she pulled up Xi Ling who was weeping, and waited for Mo Qingshen with hostility in her eyes: "Mom, let's go, lest people think we are greedy for their family's money."

"Yinong, don't be angry, she is talking nonsense, don't take her nonsense to heart." Mo Yin gave Mo Qing a deep look, and advised Mo Yinong and Xi Ling to stay.If we leave like this, the misunderstanding will only get deeper and deeper.

"Don't go." Mo Qingshen put down her chopsticks, with a proud and abnormal smile on her face, "Before you leave, I want to correct your mistakes."

"I'm not interested in listening to your nonsense." Mo Yinong retorted.

Mo Qingshen stood up, folded her arms, not minding Mo Yinong's departure in the slightest.She said to herself: "Even if your father is not Mo Yin, your so-called 'lucky' doesn't exist—I'm still your sister."

Mo Yinong faintly felt that this was wrong, and slowed down: "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean? Ask her." Mo Qing took a deep look at Xi Ling.