You are miserable so what?

June.

The shadow of the sycamore leaf fell on the side of the road, and Xiu Ran was crushed by the trotting people.With broken leaves on his heels, he walked along the street.

The wind was very hot, so hot that Mo Shenyuan was lucky not to be wearing a suit.

Following the route he remembered, he returned panting to the door of the shop, pretending to be the file bag he had forgotten on the bench.

"Fortunately it wasn't lost."

It's not a secret, it's his recent study notes.

No matter how fast his breathing was, Mo Shenyuan would not lose his posture when he sat down.

Under the shadow of the eaves, he opened the bag to make sure that no pages were missing.

The paper was hot from the sun, and the handwriting was very neat.

With a slight snort, he turned the page in one direction and noticed that someone was drawing on it with a pencil.

In a few strokes, write down suggestions for improving his design.

The handwriting was slightly scribbled and seemed to be written in a hurry, but it woke Mo Shenyuan up.

He stood up abruptly with trembling fingertips, turned his head and looked around, trying to find this kind person.

Among the tall, blond pedestrians, no one seemed to have touched this document.

The ear-piercing car honking made Mo Shenyuan reflexively look at the road.A dark blue shadow flickered past.The opponent's legs were very long, his hands were inserted on both sides of the hooded sweater, and he disappeared around the corner in a blink of an eye.

A sense of familiarity came over me.

Mo Shenyuan held his breath, clutching the document tightly, and suddenly ran up.

The feet landed on the manhole cover, the speed bump, and even imitated someone's movements, leaning on the bench and jumping directly.

He runs very fast.

At the intersection of the commercial center, red lights hit the face.Cao Shenyuan stopped and stopped on the sidewalk where the red light had just been turned on

The car whizzed by in front of it, and on the other side of the road, the slender figure gradually walked away.

The dark blue hat shook off and fell behind him.His hair is short and clean enough to be seen at the nape of his neck.

"Thank you." Mo Shenyuan said softly while holding the document.

July.

prison.

The man was well dressed, quietly picked up the receiver and put it to his ear, waiting for the other party to speak first.

Through the extremely thick glass, another person was dressed in a prison uniform, and his gloomy and impetuous personality had long since been polished away.

He held the receiver, and his voice was a little hoarse: "see me?"

Seeing that the man was silent, Jiang Qiyang smiled and said, "Fu Ruoying is not dead yet?"

"Don't provoke me."

"Enrage you? How dare I."

"Hide your strengths and bide your time, forcefully hide your sister for so many years, and bring me down step by step. Who dares to provoke you?"

Before he was imprisoned, Jiang Qiyang was still wandering in Yingyingyanyan, happily unable to tell north from south.Putting on the handcuffs in a daze, he realized that Fu Zhushu was a terrifying existence.

Commercial suppression on the surface, secretly collecting evidence of the factory's crimes.When he came back to his senses, he was completely defeated.

With a bang, the man leaned back relaxed, "If you commit a crime, you will be served in prison."

Unable to sneer, Fu Zhushu added to the flames: "Without you, your useless son is useless."

"Really?" Jiang Qiyang bared his teeth, "What about Jiang Qishan?"

As soon as the name came out, Fu Zhushu raised his eyes indifferently, and his voice was a little cold, "What do you want to say."

"You pay close attention to Mo Wu, don't you? She is a senior executive of the company, and I checked that she is also Mo Shenyuan's aunt. Minfu's earliest batch of medicine, the formula is very familiar. You are close to Mo's kid to get close to her, right?" ?”

Putting his hand on the glass, Jiang Qiyang leaned over and said, "It's a pity that I searched through the records but couldn't find your flaw. I think the evidence was taken away by Jiang Qishan."

"Is he protecting you, or taking the opportunity to threaten you?"

"I guess it's the latter. President Minfu is fighting openly and secretly with physics geniuses, not for that kid from the Mo family."

Standing up suddenly, Fu Zhushu frowned, his patience was gone, "You have no right to mention him."

"Hey, you're getting overwhelmed." Cha Qiyang has always been vicious, and he said bluntly: "I've been your underground lover for so many years, why pretend to be with me now."

"I heard that the precision-guided radiotherapy equipment has been put into use, and the researcher who contributed the most is also surnamed Mo. Mr. Fu is arrogant, why don't you go and see it for yourself?"

"Don't let Jiang Qishan hold your hand and tell you not to go."

Fu Zhushu turned cold and dropped the receiver, turned and left.

The purpose of visiting the prison was to kill Jiang Qiyang's energy, to relieve the resentment and hatred that had been suppressed in his heart for many years, but in the end he became angry.

"Grass." He stood at the door of the prison, took out a cigarette and lit it, and squinted in the smoke.

Compared with focusing on expanding business, there are only two things that can make him anxious.Suppressing the longing for Mo Shenyuan, and dealing with Jiang Qishan.

After shaking off the cigarette ash, Fu Zhushu raised his chin to the assistant, signaling him to bring the co-pilot's cigarette.

"Old stuff," he cursed.Jiang Qiyang was right.

Jiang Qishan did not know where to get his fingerprints, found the record of abnormal visits to the drug test, and used this as a bargaining chip to directly demand that Fu Zhushu not leave the country.

Inside.

It's easy to say that alone, but Jiang Qishan is not a fuel-efficient lamp who concentrates on studying academics.

This year, he was also in close contact with Jiang Renhe, using Jiang Renhe's resource background as a springboard, he held a frighteningly large number of patented technologies in his hands.

Although Jiang Qishan does not do business, Fu Zhushu has no choice but to be afraid.

Hatred and love for Mo Shenyuan are the source of Fu Zhushu's survival. Lung disease, exhausted energy for many years, early detection of small cell lung cancer.Maybe it was the moment when Fu Zhushu heard the doctor's diagnosis.

He loves Mo Shenyuan.

So he didn't want to tell Mo Shenyuan about his illness.Because of love, I don't want the other party to be worried and disturbed.

The chaotic thoughts swirled together, and he finally sorted out his thoughts in regret.Fu Zhushu clearly realized how ridiculous what he had done.

He burst into tears in the consultation room, weeping depressively, and then returned to his home alone with his medical records.

Afterwards, he watered Mo Shenyuan's flowers and plants, and handled the company's affairs as usual, thinking of bringing down Jiang Qiyang earlier.

Taking care of everything and pursuing Mo Shenyuan's expectations well gave him the desire to live.

If he wants to love Mo Shenyuan with all his heart, he must stop the messy moths from appearing around him.

Jiang Qiyang counts as one, and Jiang Qishan counts as one.

So he stayed in the country, forcibly restrained his anger and anxiety, kept silent, and remained calm.

Work, treat, and take care of Fu Ruoying.

Other than that, it is to show kindness to Mo Shenyuan,

He has invested in foreign companies, and all of them have been rejected without exception.

Mo Shenyuan is so powerful, but he once broke his wings abruptly and used those beautiful hands to cook and massage, instead of shining in the research of tumor equipment facilities.

On a lonely rainy night, Fu Zhushu could only sit on the balcony and watch the rain fall, caress his upper legs, and let the earphones play those three sentences over and over again.

Mo Shenyuan told him to take a deep breath and said that he did well.

He will make amends and clean the house until Mo Shenyuan comes back.

"Boss Fu..." The assistant handed over the cigarette and said hesitantly, "Your expression is ugly."

"The doctor said to smoke less." She looked at the soot all over the place, feeling helpless.

President Fu often does this, laughing like he's crying.

The air conditioner was blowing.

Davin put down the gift, entered the room and gave Mo Shenyuan a hug, "Happy birthday!"

"Thank you." Wearing an apron, Mo Shenyuan was holding a spatula, which was still stained with tomato juice.

He hurriedly called other friends to entertain Davin, then trotted back to the stove and sprinkled some white pepper powder into the pot.

"Yo." One of them moved behind Mo Shenyuan, "You're really good at cooking."

"Ah."

"I learned it when I was in love." Mo Shenyuan smiled and replied very obediently, "He is busy with work, and I also prefer to cook, so I learned a lot of dishes."

"in love?"

"Long, long love."

So what if the first love is full of scars, just let it go for a day, and Cao Shenyuan can tell that story very frankly.

He has never been ashamed of anyone, there is no need to cover up,

"There's a package!" The person at the door raised his arm and shouted, "Mo, it's for you!"

After turning off the stove, Mo Shenyuan untied his apron and ran over, holding it in his arms curiously,

A group of people were in a panic in the research room, and finally came out to celebrate Mo Shenyuan's birthday. They were very excited about any disturbance. They gathered around the table and looked at the box together.

The pink ribbon is ripped off, and the lid opens—

The moment the light entered the box, an unknown mechanism was triggered, and with a few bangs, a string of cute miniature fireworks whizzed upwards, exploding palm-sized fireworks in mid-air.

One after another, after disappearing, it turns into fine glittering powder, falling slowly,

At the bottom of the box, there is a similar machine, a brooch, no wrist watch and braided rope, but a black pen,

As soon as Mo Shenyuan picked up the white machine, Davin said in amazement, "What is this? It looks like a signal receiver with a high-precision locator installed."

If I'm not mistaken, Davin was right.It was the receiver made by Mo Shenyuan back then, but it was modified by Jiang Qishan.

Smiling without saying a word, Mo Shenyuan leaned over to watch the endless miniature fireworks carefully.very beautiful.

"Like a star, a shooting star." My friend said from the side.

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the intention, Mo Shenyuan picked up the black pen, smiled lightly,

The party continued into the night.

After drinking some wine, Mo Shenyuan was also a little tipsy,

He felt the vibration of the mobile phone, and hurriedly picked it up to listen to the voice message,

Mo Yanghe's tone was still serious, and now it sounds like he no longer feels depressed in the past.

He said: "The gift has been deposited with your mother." He obviously missed his son, so he had to beat around the bush.

Mo Shenyuan said to himself apologetically, "I'm sorry Dad, it's not time yet."

Among the endless blessings from friends, one came from Jiang Qishan. "Look at the forum."

Mo Shenyuan opened the forum. [no definition]: [picture]

Turn it on, and it's a cloudless night.Little bits and pieces.

Without hesitation, Mo Shenyuan directly wrote in the input box: Thank you, very beautiful

Bright.

is very beautiful.Putting down his phone, he put his hands on the sink and looked up at the night sky from the window.

Outside the noisy detached house.

The grass was pressed out, and one person sat with his legs crossed against the wall, with the back of his head against the rough wall.The sound of the kitchen came from above, he could hear Mo Shenyuan's voice

sound:

After receiving the message from the forum, he pursed his lips and took back his phone in satisfaction.

"Be patient," he said to himself.

On the arm with the cuff lifted, there were vaguely bruises.After patting his clothes, he returned to the country again.

late summer.

Qiu Zelin sat on the chair with a popsicle in his mouth, staring straight at the back of Jiang Qishan's head.

The other party stood motionless by the window, his hair fluttering in the summer wind. "Professor Jiang." Qiu Zelin said, "Your hair has grown."

The other party did not speak.

Li Qiangqiang put down the equipment and turned to look at Jiang Qishan.not long.

His eyes fell on Jiang Qishan's forearm, there were several very thin wounds on the inside.It is dark red, and it is marked with orthographic characters. I don't know what days it is counting.

She has seen Jiang Qishan stand like this twice,

The first time was as a child.

He had just gotten into a fight with someone, and with a disheveled face and grinning teeth, he rushed to the classroom, trying to sway in front of the rigid and boring non-local teachers, provoking and provoking,

As a result, the students told him that Mr. Mo had finished teaching and left.

At that time, he stood motionless at the gravel intersection, letting the dust rolled up by the bus splash on his face, and he didn't know whose blood was dripping on his fingers.

The second time is now.

Sacrificing part of his freedom and cooperating with Jiang Renhe, even though he was still stirring up trouble everywhere, he was a little more restrained.

"Jiang Qishan."

She saw the other party's ears shaking, "What are you thinking when you stand there?"

There was a long, long silence, until Qiu Zelin was drowsy,

A clean and cool noise sounded. "this summer."

"Why is it so long?"

Qiu Zelin bit down the popsicle, "I'm afraid of the start of school, and the summer vacation will be short."

"If you're in a hurry to start school and meet someone, the summer will be long."

airport.

Exactly one year and one month away.Mo Shenyuan came back with his colleagues.

The research is famous, but I still want to return to China to invest in development.

After picking up their luggage, they chatted one after another, and then walked slowly to the outside of the airport.

Mo Shenyuan had a premonition.

A premonition of meeting someone familiar.

But there was no fluctuation or panic in his heart.

Walking out of the airport gate, the evening wind in early autumn has cooled down a bit.

One person was leaning against the car, pinching a cigarette to enjoy himself, but he didn't take a puff. Seeing someone, Fu Zhushu's heart beat so fast that he was about to collapse and die suddenly.

He hurriedly dropped the cigarette, strode to the door, frowned cautiously and said in a low voice, "Shen Yuan."

"You're back."

"Excuse me." "Who are you?"

Fu Zhushu was caught off guard and raised his voice, "What?"

Mo Shenyuan didn't change his face, and with a gentle smile, he said again: "Excuse me, who are you?"

"Me." Fu Zhushu's lips trembled, resisting the rush to grab Mo Shenyuan's shoulder

Moving, breathing quickly, staring at the other party, vowing to see some flaws,

There are no flaws.

Familiar faces, unfamiliar alienation

"Da da." Several people turned their heads.

Jiang Qishan pulled off his peaked cap, shook his head, and trembled a few times with the traces of his hair.

He turned the car keys absently.

Mo Shenyuan raised his eyebrows, but hesitated to speak.

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