So, Mo Lusheng reached out and picked up the wine decanter on the table and poured the wine into the wine glass, and lay back to the back of the sofa, his red lips slightly hooked, showing a charming posture, like a charming goblin. The slender fingers gently rubbed the stems of the glass, and the white jade-like fingers formed a vivid color impact with the dark red wine. After taking a sip, he turned the cup upside down. looked at Xuan Qingheng provocatively: "Who is afraid of whom?"

Gu Nian was anxious next to her, she had just seen the degree of this wine, but it was not low. She had never drunk a drop of alcohol, and could only watch the two of them pour wine into their mouths as if they were children. No one would let anyone, Gu Nian only prayed that these two people would not get too drunk, otherwise how could she bring these two people home by herself a weak woman?

She was really sad to meet these two people...... However, looking at the appearance of them scolding each other, there is still some happiness, and something seems to explode in the bottom of my heart, filled with a trace of sweetness.

At the same time, Mo Lusheng and Ye Muting also fell into the memories of the past. That sweet and bitter memory, that memory that contains deception and affection, that memory that is like a dream, a dream that Mo Lusheng never wants to wake up, a dream that is a nightmare after being forced to wake up......

At that time, Ye Muting was only a 16-year-old boy. Because Ye's father was unwilling to take over the family company, he had a big fight with his grandfather. At the same time, he also took him out of the Ye family. Ye Muting moved to this ordinary courtyard with his parents. There are four families in the yard.

It was the last day of his freshman year of high school.

The midsummer sun is not so dazzling. Shining on the tree, it fell to the ground, obscuring his figure.

When I got home from school, as soon as I entered the courtyard gate, I was caught off guard by a flying pillow, and I heard the girl's cry in my ears. He frowned, paused as he had walked towards his door, and turned to walk towards his neighbor's house.

Something kept being thrown out of the neighbor's house and thrown at the girl who was standing in the middle of the yard. There was a constant stream of cursing in the room, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and the girl's pleas for mercy.

The neighbors are a father and daughter, the girl is 12 years old, and her father is suffering from indirect psychosis because of a traffic accident. Because the conditions at home are not good, the father and daughter depend on each other for their lives. So he never got healed. The girl's mother also died before her father's accident. Mo Lusheng stood there alone, with a thin figure, a small one, and his face was full of tears. Lovely.

Ye Muting pulled Mo Lusheng aside and wiped her tears with both hands. But he didn't seem to be able to finish wiping it, and he was flustered when he wiped it. gently stroked her head: "Xiao Sheng'er, don't be afraid, it's okay." ”

Mo Lusheng looked up at Ye Muting, lowered his head again, shook his head, and tears suddenly burst out of his eyes: "I'm not afraid, I'm just afraid that my father will hurt himself." Hearing this, Ye Muting was a little distressed, the little girl, but she had to bear this pain alone, she was obviously at a carefree age, but she was so mature and sensible, Ye Muting sighed: "Brother has prepared a lot of delicious food today, you go to my house to play for a while, and then come to Dad later, okay?"

For many years afterward, Mo Lusheng remembered the boy standing in front of her at that time, clean and kind. His hands were warm, fair, and slender. But what she didn't know was that she had never seen Ye Muting's gentle expression a few years later. All that remained on his face was indifference and disgust for her.

Mo Lusheng was a little hesitant, but looking at Father Mo, who had been smashing things in the house, he couldn't help but lower his head, how could she not be afraid, she was just a little girl. Stretched out his hand and gently grabbed the corner of Ye Muting's clothes, and followed him into the Ye family, his heart was full of apprehension and uneasiness. Because of her father, no child wants to play with her.