At six o'clock in the morning, He Waner got up.

She neatly packed up her room and herself, and when she went out lightly, she suddenly heard typing in the direction of the study.

Did Mo Chunshan not sleep, or did he wake up earlier than her?

He Wan'er secretly glanced at the slightly cracked door, and when he hesitated whether to talk to him, the door was already half-open.

Mo Chunshan stood by the door with a cup of tea, wearing a dark blue silk pajamas and nightgown.

"So early?" he asked, ending with a slightly raised pitch and a hint of sleepless cloudiness and hoarseness.

"Well, go early, come back early. He Wan'er nodded awkwardly.

"I haven't heard of anyone going to work earlier than going to work," he took a sip of tea, his voice half refreshing, "It's okay, I didn't go out sloppily." ”

He knew he was talking about what he was wearing.

She didn't bring any clothes with her when she came, just an inconspicuous set on her body, and she was already dirty after two days of wearing, and she had thrown it into the washing machine the night before.

So this morning, she picked out the most low-key and logoless B sweatshirt, trousers and coat from the new clothes Caijia helped her choose, and carried a medium-sized Le Boy that Caijia felt best matched her style. It's just that she doesn't plan to wear this dress to the class reunion, so she has to go home first, which is why she gets up so early.

He Wan'er bit his lip, said goodbye to Mo Chunshan in a hurry, turned around and ran towards the door, his movements were so fast that there seemed to be a tiger chasing behind him.

Mo Chunshan watched her back disappear, and couldn't help but squint his eyes - running so fast, it was strange that there was no ghost in his heart.

He Wan'er went out, and Mo Chunshan returned to the study.

He paced to his desk and put down his teacup, and sat down slowly, frowning slightly. The study was dimly lit, except for the faint glow of the laptop screen.

The up-and-down chart on the screen is a mix of red, green, and black, with sharp lines.

He looked at the screen in a daze, but his thoughts were not on the picture, but a little inexplicably irritable.

Mo Chunshan thought for a while, and after clarifying that his uneasy emotions came from the fact that she was not in his sight at this moment, he said to himself: "It's just a class reunion, it will be fine." ”

But, for some reason, emotions that used to be easily cleared out in a few seconds are now surging like never before.

He thought of a lot of inexplicable things, and even thought of a fairy tale that he had read over and over again when he was a child, but he couldn't read it, the story of roses, foxes and people.

It's obviously an adult's philosophy, but it's wrapped in a fairy tale, so how many people have been deceived.

The little prince was concerned about the roses, and he met the fox under the apple tree. The fox was tired of catching chickens and being caught, so he wanted to be domesticated by the little prince.

The tamester connected the little prince to the fox, and when they parted, the fox said it was going to cry. But the little prince said that it was the fox's fault, because it was the fox who asked to be domesticated.

The fox said that he had obtained the same color as wheat, and that he had fallen in love with the sound of the wind blowing the wheat waves.

Mo Chunshan smiled bitterly. It was he who begged for his own hardships, and it was not appropriate to be a good reader, so he had to enter the bureau willingly, as a fairy tale fox seeking domestication.

Mo Shuyi has lived a confused life in this half of his life, but he is right in one sentence.

It's easy to hurt someone, but it's hard to warm up your heart again.

Of course, Mo Chunshan understood this truth, but he had to do it.

If the hurt was as inevitable as the separation, if she would eventually go back to her planet to accompany the rose she was destined to have, then he at least hoped that he could leave a tender and indelible mark in her heart.

At least until that outright injury, he could try to release his incomparably real emotions for her.

It was easy for him to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, and in the empty and gloomy space, a sharp mobile phone rang suddenly.

The mobile phone on the desktop jumped and flashed, and a string of numbers on the screen was Meng Qianyang's phone number.

Mo Chunshan picked up the phone, and Meng Qianyang told him that the manpower he wanted had been properly arranged, and according to his previous instructions, they would be in place after the festival.

Mo Chunshan thought for a few seconds and said, "Two days earlier, I always feel that something is wrong. ”

Meng Qianyang didn't understand the reason, but he had long been accustomed to the principle of implementing whatever Mo Chunshan said, so he agreed.

After that, he hesitated slightly: "Brother Chunshan, there is something I think is a little strange. ”

Mo Chunshan's eyebrows jumped, and he immediately asked, "What's the matter?"

"About He Wan'er's younger brother He Yixiao," Meng Qianyang said on the other end of the phone, speaking quickly, "I felt that something was wrong with this kid, so I checked it again, and based on the information I have now, I found a strange thing." ”

"What's the strange thing?" Mo Chunshan asked, a string in his head suddenly tensed.

Meng Qianyang wanted to speak and stopped, and after thinking for a few seconds, he replied: "I'll send you an email, I'm afraid I can't say it clearly." ”

A few minutes later, Mo Chunshan received a photo from Meng Qianyang.

"Medical report?"

He could read the contents of the photograph clearly, and he couldn't read it out loud.

After seeing clearly the part that Meng Qianyang had marked, his eyes suddenly widened, and his mind was empty.

His face remained unchanged, but his heart was beating hard, and the sound of knock, knock, knock echoed in his mind, as if he vibrated with his eardrums.

As frames of images emerge from the depths of my mind, there seems to be some emotion erupting, like a wild horse that has lost its reins and gallops in an unknown direction.

His sanity could not keep up with his manic mood, the blood rushed to the top of his head, and his breathing gradually became heavy.

After a long time, he finally seemed to find that glimmer of clarity in the chaotic darkness.

The soul returned to his body, and he felt the cold palm of his hand, and a thin layer of sweat had formed on the tip of his forehead and nose.

Then, he picked up his mobile phone again and dialed Meng Qianyang's phone.

Meng Qianyang picked up the phone as soon as possible, and after feeding, he found that Mo Chunshan did not speak.

"Is it reliable?"

After being silent for more than ten seconds, Mo Chunshan finally asked.

"It's still being verified," Meng Qianyang's voice floated from afar, "I'm afraid she doesn't know about this matter herself, so we can only investigate it privately." Plus-"

He paused and lowered his voice: "Brother Chunshan, I think your plan should be put on hold for a few days, I'm afraid things will change." ”

Hearing the word "plan", Mo Chunshan's fingers holding the mobile phone suddenly tightened for a moment.

He closed his eyes, his heart beating and his breathing calming.

After a long while, he whispered one word: "Okay." ”