Walking out of Jiu'an, Mo Ziqi drove directly to the Convention and Exhibition Center.

I had already made an appointment to meet Mao Ruiping in the exhibition hall, after all, it was a huge project.

Although there is still a week to go before the agreed start date, it is not a bad thing to plan well this morning.

After arriving at the convention and exhibition center, I saw that Mao Ruiping was already taking pictures in the hall in the center, and there were two assistants around him, who were also fiddling with tools.

"Teacher ......"

Mo Ziqi opened his mouth gently, and then looked at Mao Ruiping carefully probing at the angle of the stage, without even looking back, only a gentle response.

For Mao Ruiping's ignorance, Mo Ziqi has long been used to it.

Teacher Mao, who is usually amiable, as long as he enters the working state, he is not recognized by his six relatives.

I also greeted the two assistants next to me one after another, both of whom were brought back from overseas by Mao Ruiping, so naturally they all knew each other.

Taking out his camera and sketches, Mo Ziqi went directly to the side hall to do surveys and investigations.

Although this convention and exhibition center has experienced too many parties and exhibitions, even if it does not require too much on-site preparation, all the decoration and scale do not need to be changed, it can present an evening party.

But in reality, the more such a rule, the more difficult it is to break through.

It's like a product with a big defect, a little improvement will make a big difference, and a complete product will become the essence again, it is a very difficult thing

Compare the lines with a pencil, draw them roughly on the drawing board, and then shoot them.

This work is sad, but Mo Ziqi enjoys it.

An hour later, she heard footsteps behind her, put down the camera and turned her head, and saw Mao Ruiping walking towards her with a smile on his face.

The usual gentle Mao Ruiping returns.

"How?"

"It's still a bit difficult, but I think it shouldn't be a problem, after all, there is still a great god like you by your side to participate in the guidance. ”

Mo Ziqi raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth flatteringly.

As a result, I saw Mao Ruiping pretending to be angry.

"Those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, this is not true at all, as you spend more and more time with Qin Miao, you are also starting to become flamboyant. ”

I saw Mao Ruiping covering his heart with both hands, looking sad.

"Alas, my most well-behaved student is gone. ”

Seeing this, Mo Ziqi only felt that she couldn't cry or laugh, when did she, the teacher, be contaminated with drama essence, and she still looked a little like Qin Miao.

After the two of them had enough, Mao Ruiping stepped forward and patted Mo Ziqi on the shoulder, returning to a serious appearance.

"Don't worry, as long as you want to do something, there is nothing you can't do, not to mention that Qin Miao and I are fully supporting you. ”

Hearing this, Mo Ziqi shrugged his shoulders and smiled with relief.

It would be a lie to say that she wasn't nervous, but fortunately, she had already made up her mind to do this well, so she wouldn't be so entangled.

"Okay, it's time to go, we haven't started construction yet, don't put so much effort into it. ”

In fact, after the two of them left the convention and exhibition center, Mo Ziqi's heart was really raised.

After all, the two of them have made an appointment to leave the convention and exhibition center today, and where will they be after that.

As the car slowly deviated from the city center and drove to the suburbs, Mo Ziqi's face became more and more pale, and the two hands were clasped together, with fine beads of sweat.

When Mao Ruiping was driving, he frowned slightly when he saw Mo Ziqi like this.

It's unbearable, but in order to seek the truth, it can only be so.

Eventually, the car stopped in front of a house that had apparently been abandoned for a long time.

"Ziqi, how long have you lived here?"

The two of them got out of the car one after another, and Mao Ruiping didn't immediately walk in with Mo Ziqi, knowing that this mood was to settle down a little.

"More than ten years......"

Mo Ziqi coughed lightly, trying to hide his anxious emotions and a somewhat choked voice.

It's been five years......

In the past five years, she has been abroad, and she has not even come back to see it, and this place has become such a desolate situation.

"At that time, I was still young, and my mother carried me away from my father and moved into this house, which was more than ten years in a blink of an eye. ”

Mao Ruiping looked at Mo Ziqi, only to see that her eyes were foggy, and she looked up at the old mansion in front of her with her arms crossed, and was deeply immersed in memories.

He frowned and didn't interrupt.

"It's ironic to say that for more than ten years, my mother and I have relied on each other, not to mention that my father has come to visit, and he has never even had a greeting or a care. ”

Mo Ziqi came back to his senses, looked at Mao Ruiping, and pulled away a somewhat painful smile.

"Teacher, you're right, come to think of it, after my mother passed away, no one could have come to this house, so some things should still be kept. ”

"Let's go, go inside. ”

couldn't bear to listen, Mao Ruiping directly grabbed Mo Ziqi's shoulders and walked into the old mansion.

As they had guessed, the mother's room was still well preserved, and the objects looked as if they had never been touched.

Mo Ziqi slowly stroked each object with his fingers, and his mind could show what it looked like when his mother used it.

Therefore, the memories that have not been forgotten are always the most hurtful.

Once an exit is opened, how can the flood beast resist it?

"Ziqi, come and see this. ”

Mao Ruiping's voice pulled Mo Ziqi back to reality.

Hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, and walked to the position of the bedside table, where there was a photo.

With the baptism of time, the humid air has long since yellowed, and even if it is properly placed in the frame, it still cannot escape.

Mo Ziqi picked up the photo frame with some trembling and looked at the person in the photo.

"Is this when you were a kid?"

I saw that in the photo, it was the mother of the young Mo Ziqi, holding a baby girl in her arms.

"Well, it's me, I didn't seem to be sensible at that time, and my impression was too vague. ”

Mo Ziqi burst into tears and laughed, and explained to Mao Ruiping.

Then the eyes of the two men fell on the other two people in the photo.

I saw a very gentle woman standing next to my mother, smiling lightly, but looking very happy.

And in her arms was a little boy with big eyes and full of aura.

"How do I feel that this kid looks so much like Doodoo? ”

After Mao Ruiping finished speaking, he was frightened by his own words, and then looked at Mo Ziqi, and he saw what information he learned.

What kind of fate is this!