When I wake up in the morning, it's like spring flowers.

In the countryside outside the villa, there are many city girls dressed up and swimming beautifully. They are fragrant all the way, fragrant all the way, laughing all the way, and leaving a stunning and confusing beauty all the way.

Look, they are happily traveling, walking together in the early summer of April.

They always exude youth, sunshine, and seem to have a meaning, the beauty is particularly soft.

These aesthetics are touching.

"Come on, come on! Look, the rape flowers on the slopes are blooming so beautifully! The countryside in the world is really shocking!" Several post-90s girls are indulging themselves, screaming loudly and enjoying the beauty of nature.

You see how they are alive now, there is no pressure of modern life at all, what they present: all happy, all happy, all free, all young.

However, in his bones, there are some rebellions, promising, and some inexplicable extravagant hopes, flashiness and luxury.

Obviously, their pleasure at the moment is all for the beautiful and beautiful scenery of the leisurely mountain villa, which is a gift of nature. In particular, this ancient and magnificent dragon fairy river made them even more intoxicated.

Just these young models in costumes have made the countryside and mountains here shine and live. At the same time, many male boat passengers on the riverside are salivating for them, and they are amazed.

It seems that even Mo Xiaohan, the owner of the Rose Manor in Leisurely Villa, is very envious of their charm at the moment, because although they are of the same age, their bodies are no longer comparable.

Not to mention any more professional comparisons.

But in this situation, the chubby Mo Xiaohan, who was in a high place, still saw the beautiful demeanor of herself and those sisters in the past from the appearance and posture of these models, so she was moved to tears, sad and moving.

Yes, the shadow is comparable to a memory, it is always so difficult to let go, even if there is a little sadness in the past, but it is beautiful to remember. Especially that unparalleled love, which passed away in the wind and snow, has to be heart-wrenching or unforgettable!

Perhaps, this is the true love that Mo Xiaohan has experienced. There is absolutely no money or material transactions or extravagances mixed in there. The thought of her love, very pure.

"Yes, perhaps, it was all because of love, it was because of rebellion, I rebelled against my relatives, and my disobedient parents resolutely left the hustle and bustle of the city and the crowding of those traffic, and eloped to this farm, all for the sake of this man I loved, Xiao Nange. ”

But now, Niu Tian has passed away, although he has died a very glorious and great death by punishing evil and promoting good, but what he left behind is all pain, and only longing. And, of course, his hard-working nine-year-old daughter, Moxi, and this Rose Manor. ”

Under the highland banyan tree, Mo Xiaohan muttered to himself, immersed in the past and groggy. She rubbed her eyes with her delicate fingers for a long time, but she still felt uncomfortable and sleepy, so she let the scenery in front of her suddenly disappear, and hurriedly walked into the wooden building of the farm.

Obviously, she didn't sleep last night. Chengsu misses, but no one knows, who is the person she really misses? Perhaps, no one knows, last night, when did she quietly leave the villa compound of Xiao Nan's family?

At this moment, Mo Xiaohan wrapped her yarn and Qingying into the wooden building of the farm, sat lightly on the edge of the bed, and saw that her daughter Moxi was still sleeping soundly, and she couldn't help but feel a little pity in her heart!

There was a long silence.

Knowing that the child doesn't have to go to school on Saturday anyway, I can't bear to wake her up. So she found a milky yellow blanket and spread it on the ground not far from the bed, slowly stretched out her body and did a few good morning yoga poses.

Apparently, she was trying to wake her body up.

However, in this two-person world where she and Niu Tian used to be, it always felt that half of the world was missing, and in the tears, she was thin again for lovesickness.

At the same time, she was even more entangled in her heart, and couldn't help but ask herself: "In these days of getting along day and night, have you ever loved Niu Tian?"

"Oh my God, as for the answer, no one can argue, and there is no way to be perfect, God knows what the outcome will be, or what the outcome will be?"

"In this way, Niu Tian is really unlucky, Niu Tian is so blessed!"

Sometimes, however, how can God be so ruthless, but let a man in heaven and a man on earth endure these inexplicable pains. It always makes the living people unable to get out of these family thoughts and sad memories. ”

"So, now, how should I face it, where should I go? Should I go or stay, and who will give it up?" Mo Xiaohan was very entangled in his heart, thinking and thinking, chattering non-stop, his face was full of sadness, and he sighed.

After that, Mo Xiaohan raised his head and glanced at Mo Xi affectionately, the child was still sleeping so sweetly, so he turned his back to himself for fear that the child would find out what he was thinking at the moment.

After sitting quietly for a while, seeing the child's sweetness as before, she slowly calmed down, and the heart stone also fell to the ground. However, she still vaguely saw that Moxi, the child, had a few tears on his face that were printed in a dream.

"It seems that Moxi, this kid misses his father!"

"Is this family affection, is this fate, is this destiny?"

Mo Xiaohan began to doubt her life a little, but she never regretted falling in love with this uncle who looked like Brother Xiao Nan in her life. It's just that at this moment, she sighed that it was hard to be a woman, especially this child who had nothing to do, and it would make people feel distressed when they looked at it. Since then, I have felt that my former self is really bitter enough, so bitter that I can't love it.

Faced with this situation, thinking about the past, I couldn't help but tears in my eyes.

Of course, from this moment on, she loved Moxi's child even more, and she loved it so much. Treat it as if it were your own. At the same time, he sighed: "Alas, as a woman, how can she be willing to leave this poor child?"

After that, biting her lip, she cried even harder.

The mood is even more entangled!