He Waner squatted while wiping away his tears on his pants.

It's also because she has been thinking about English these days, and she didn't say anything when she went out, and she went out again without a tissue.

On such a special day, I was reminded of the past memories by time, space and that old song.

Then, it triggered a tearful breakdown.

The last time she couldn't stop doing this seemed to be more than ten years ago - at her father's funeral, she almost fainted from crying.

This time it wasn't so exaggerated, but it didn't stop for a while, so I cried all the way, and nothing could wipe away the tears.

It's really like a stupid X - it's still a very stupid kind.

He Wan'er scolded himself while continuing to wipe tears on his pants.

It's so dirty - she dislikes her jeans again, and the fabric is so thick that her face hurts.

At this time, she inappropriately remembered the two handkerchiefs that had been in her hands - the soft texture, just the right time, to help her resolve the embarrassment twice, but there was no body.

He Wan'er cursed as he furrowed his brows and tried to take a deep breath, trying to stop crying.

However, when she suddenly looked up, she saw a handkerchief handed to her.

He Wan'er was stunned, looked at the person in front of him, and asked, "Why are you here?"

In the night breeze, He Wan'er still maintained a squatting posture, looking at the chubby little girl in front of him.

The little girl is about five or six years old, she looks a little taller and fatter than Yuanyuan, her face is pink and white, her eyes are round and big, she is wearing a pink dress, her hair is curly and draped over her shoulders, and there is a delicate bow on her head.

She stood in front of He Guan'er, holding her little pink handkerchief in her hand, and said like a little adult: "Sister, don't cry." ”

He Wan'er shook his head, refused to take it, and said, "It will be dirty." ”

The little girl stubbornly stretched out her hand, resolutely refusing to take it back.

After several battles, He Guan'er admitted defeat, she took the handkerchief and wiped her tears, and was stared at intently by the little girl, so she couldn't cry anymore.

The little girl puffed up her chest very proudly, like a little adult: "My sister is so brave." ”

"Why are you here, Mom?" He Wan'er asked with a smile when he was praised.

The little girl only thought that the sister in front of her was very good-looking, her eyes were shining, and she had to answer questions about He Waner.

She turned around and pointed to the car more than ten meters away: "Mom and Dad took me to set off fireworks, and I saw my sister crying when I passed by." Mom asked Dad to stop the car and let me come down and tell my sister that all bad things are paper tigers, paper is afraid of water, and if you cry, they will get wet and break if you tear them lightly. ”

He Wan'er looked in the direction of her finger, her vision was still a little blurry, but she could clearly see that there was a Cayenne parked less than ten meters in front of her, and a man and a woman were standing next to the car, looking in their direction.

She couldn't see the couple's faces clearly, but she saw them in her direction and waved their hands.

The coldness of the cold night was gone in an instant, and she felt a slight warmth in her heart.

He Wan'er stood up, patted the little girl's face, and said, "Sister is fine, you go to see the fireworks, I'm afraid it's too late."

The little girl was already thinking about the fireworks, and she nodded busily when she said this, but the tutor was very good, and no matter how anxious she was, she had to say goodbye to He Waner politely.

He Wan'er waved at her and smiled: "Thank you for your handkerchief, and thank you for your parents." ”

The little girl and girl jumped up and down to her parents, and the family of three got into the car again, and the car gradually moved away.

At midnight, fireworks rose into the sky from across the bank, and half of the sky was reflected.

He Wan'er was still leaning on the riverside, covering his ears and looking up, looking at the brilliant fireworks in the sky, he couldn't help but smile.

Passers-by who don't know each other can also stop for her tears.

There are many things in this world that can hurt her, but there are also many beautiful things.

The river breeze blew her long hair, and her crying eyes and tear-soaked cheeks hurt slightly, but she was still reluctant to leave until the fireworks were over.

But I never saw that more than ten meters behind her, there was a person who kept staring at her back and stopped.

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At two o'clock in the morning, Mo Chunshan returned home.

The twenty-ninth floor was deserted, and there was no sound except the sound of the door opening.

The sound of Mo Chunshan coming home woke up the two cats, and they ran out when they heard the movement, meowing around Mo Chunshan's feet.

A few days ago, the briquettes who suffered a great sin, served with delicious food and drink during this time, and also enjoyed the privilege of sleeping in Mo Chunshan's room.

Xiaocao is like a silly child, always delicate, except for showing a little competitiveness when competing with briquettes, the rest of the time is still well-behaved and obedient.

Mo Chunshan finally had a hint of a smile on his face, he brushed the hair of the grass, and pinched the ears of the briquettes, his movements were gentle and delicate, for fear of hurting them.

It's not that he doesn't have a gentle side, but he still can't let go of the cold and hard shell, wrapping himself tightly.

Meng Qianyang looked at his back, only feeling thin and lonely, with an indescribable sense of loneliness.

He was a little embarrassed.

He accompanied Mo Chunshan tonight, and looked at He Wan'er, who was also lonely, from a distance of more than ten meters.

What a good opportunity, but Mo Chunshan still stopped, how long He Waner watched the fireworks, he looked at the backs of others for as long as he wanted.

It's easy to have no fireworks show, and he thought that Mo Chunshan would take this opportunity to send her home, but he still hid.

After that, they saw He Guan'er call a taxi home, and Mo Chunshan actually asked him to follow him all the way.

It wasn't until she returned home and entered the courtyard gate that she returned to the South Shore District.

It's like a stalker.

With this performance, I was embarrassed to tell him that he could let it go?

Tricksters.

Meng Qianyang looked at the back of the squatting on the ground, sighed, and said, "Brother Chunshan, can you really let it go?"

Mo Chunshan froze, but did not answer his words.

Meng Qianyang didn't care whether he deliberately pretended not to hear it, and said to himself: "The first time you saw her, call her Xiaocao." Actually, I think she looks like grass somewhere, but like briquettes.

"Briquettes?" Mo Chunshan looked up when he heard this, and was a little puzzled.

Meng Qianyang also looked at the black cat curled up on his instep, and sighed a little: "The surface is wild and untamable, and it scratches people if you don't agree with each other, but in fact, it is because of the experience of stray cats, so there is a deep sense of insecurity in your bones." But when you meet someone who can tame it, you can be meek. ”

Mo Chunshan let the two cats go, stood up and turned his back to him, and still didn't speak.

Meng Qianyang didn't need him to answer, and continued to talk to himself: "Actually...... She blames the poor too. ”

"Pity, do you think I can give her happiness?" Mo Chunshan turned around and sneered, "She's not a cat, I can't lock her up or let her disappear, but for the sake of her safety—"

When Mo Chunshan said this, he sighed: "Put yourself in your shoes, will you let Caijia be involved in a danger that has nothing to do with her?"

Speaking of Caijia, Meng Qianyang's eyes became firm: "I believe that I can protect her thoroughly, and I also believe that Sister Jia is not a person who can be slaughtered." ”

"Really? Then why don't you go to her. Mo Chunshan's voice was cold.

"How do you know I haven't been?" Meng Qianyang replied, "Brother Chunshan, I won't be as timid as you, I temporarily backed down because I had to figure out something so I could decide what to do next." ”

Mo Chunshan said with a bit of self-deprecation: "You are not me, and you have not experienced mourning." Indeed, I am cowardly, fearful, and cowardly, as you say. But I am braver than you, because I am willing to let go, and your so-called persistence is something that can be easily decided without courage. ”

Meng Qianyang's eyes were slightly empty, and he stopped talking.

Mo Chunshan was keenly aware of his abnormality and asked, "What do you want to say?"

Meng Qianyang hesitated for a moment, but still put the stack of photos in his hand in front of him.

"Brother Chunshan, see for yourself what this is. ”

The lights were a little dim, and Mo Chunshan casually turned on the floor lamp in the living room, so that he could see clearly what the photo in his hand was.

The shooting location seems to be by the river, with two blurred figures, standing opposite each other.

The man was tall and thin, and the woman was He Wan'er, and when Mo Chunshan saw the person's appearance clearly, his eyes shrank.

He raised his eyes unexpectedly, his expression was unconcealable surprise: "This ......"

"He Guan'er has been seeing a psychiatrist for four years," Meng Qianyang replied, "So Brother Chunshan, do you think that if you are willing to let go, those people will let you go?"