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After leaving Lan Xiange's home, Mr. Mo didn't know what to do for a while, and his mood was a little chaotic!

Mr. Mo never forgot that he was going to kill the tricolor cat, but Lan Xiange's home was too big, and coupled with its quirky personality, Mr. Mo felt that he would not be able to find it in a short time, so he had to leave it to a later solution. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, speaking of Lan Xiange's home, it's a bit weird! The room covers such a large area, and there is not even a servant. Along the way, Mr. Mo saw that there were maids' clothes and the like, maybe it happened to be a collective holiday on Saturday, right?

When chasing the tricolor cat before, he was too angry, Mr. Mo didn't pay attention to where he ran, and he probably didn't run far, right? Although I'm not familiar with this piece, I can probably recognize it when I go out, right? Mr. Mo was not in a hurry at all, anyway, it was still early. Mr. Mok never worries about getting lost.

It's about ten o'clock in the evening, usually Mr. Mo has just gone out to hang out at this point, and the rules of life have been a little chaotic recently! Mr. Mo scratched his head a little irritably, took out his mobile phone and looked at it, there were no missed calls or messages, and he took a look on QQ, except for a few spam messages, no one was looking for him. Mr. Mo's QQ friends are also pitiful.

There are few pedestrians on the road, the street lights are as dim as ever, the faint clouds cover the moon, and the night sky is not as black as ink, but under the lights of the city, the darkness is slightly stained with a little purple red. Mr. Mo rarely sees stars in this city, and he has no obsession with stars, just chatting.

Without intending to ask passers-by for directions, Mr. Mo walked casually.

Being alone is a very strange feeling, not loneliness, not loneliness, just physical solitude. At this time, I began to think, began to associate, and my thinking continued to diverge and spread. Feeling the existence of a similar freedom, calm and calm, Mr. Mo was no longer anxious, but began to recall, organize his thoughts little by little, and recall the bits and pieces of today.

Coming back to his senses, Mr. Mo found himself standing in front of a somewhat dilapidated apartment. Looking around, Mr. Mo quickly recognized where this was, a little surprised! Unconsciously walked to the door of the salesman's girl's house.

The reason why Mr. Mo, who usually doesn't care about others, knows the address of the salesman's sister is only because the salesman's sister came back from fishing and happened to be touched by Mr. Mo. If you think about it, Mr. Mo really doesn't remember much of his address...... No! It shouldn't be said that it is not much, it seems that except for the Huaru Huayu sisters on the opposite side of Mr. Mo's house, Mr. Mo only remembers the address of the salesman's sister, so that the salesman's sister is a little special to Mr. Mo. However, this special is meaningless, and Mr. Mo will not treat her differently because of this little specialness.

It was dark in the apartment, and I don't know if the salesman girl slept or didn't come back. Speaking of which, Mr. Mo seems to vaguely remember the name of the salesman's sister. Frowning slightly, after thinking for a while, Mr. Mo finally remembered - Nanxi.

This is seen on the uniform of the convenience store, the name is unexpectedly simple and easy to remember, and there are a few different charms, Mr. Mo can barely recall it after reading it again.

In addition, it seems that Nanxi is the stupidest girl Mr. Mo has ever seen. This is not Mr. Mo's inner smear against her, it's just that she is clumsy, confused, and stupid, and Mr. Mo can't ignore it if he wants to.

Standing outside the door and thinking about it, Mr. Mo actually had the idea of going in and taking a turn. I guess tonight is too suitable for breaking into people's houses at night, right? Mr. Mok unscrupulously blamed the night.

Suddenly, out of the corner of Mr. Mo's eyes, he saw a figure walking towards him from afar, turning his head to take a closer look, his slightly petite body and strange contours of his clothes seemed to be Nanxi.

Mr. Mo couldn't help but roll his eyes, should it be so coincidental!? This is so unscientific!

Although he kept complaining in his mind, Mr. Mo still turned around and left very calmly, after all, it was too strange to stand at the door of someone else's house in the middle of the night. However, Mr. Mo didn't really leave, he just walked a few steps and hid, because Nanxi seemed to be very depressed, keeping his head down, and he didn't even notice that Mr. Mo was standing at the door of her house.

I don't know why, Mr. Mo doesn't want to leave yet, maybe it's too boring, so he's looking forward to something happening, right?

Quietly watch Nanxi find the key, open the door of the apartment, turn on the light, and close the door. Mr. Mo came out of his hiding place and quietly walked to the door of Nanxi's room, not knowing what he was thinking. It's just that...... Faintly, a voice with a weak heart came from behind the door......

"I'm hungry...... I want to ...... I want to ...... Eat meat...... It's true...... I want to ......."

Nanxi sat behind the door, her head buried deep in the crook of her arm, and her mouth muttered like a dream, as if she was praying, begging for an unknown being, or a possible god, to fulfill her tiny wishes, which were almost humbled to the dirt...... The moist corners of the eyes began to burst, and the transparent liquid flowed silently, but ...... You can't cry...... It's true...... No...... Crying without comfort will only slowly tear your heart apart little by little, will only deepen the pain, and will only ...... Let yourself pity yourself......

Mr. Mo was silent, from his point of view, he could just see the balcony where the clothes were drying, the scarce clothes, except for the monotonous underwear, only two sets of supermarket uniforms, and the balcony was empty except for these, without the slightest bright color of girls of the same age. When I opened the door through Nanxi, I saw a small but empty room, no carpet, no refrigerator, no TV, only one or two tables and chairs, old and slightly damaged, and there was only an old clock on the wall, and the others were only pale walls.

Turn around and leave.

Walking back to the river before, the head of the tiger doll that fell off was still lying on the ground, squatting down to take a closer look, it was a little dilapidated, and there were traces of sewing in the subtleties, and after being covered with mud, it looked like an abandoned toy. The fishing rod next to it has been around for a long time, and the paint on it has fallen off a lot, and there are many damaged places, and the marks left after repairing it make it look very ugly.

Picking up the doll's head and fishing rod, Mr. Mo then walked back, returned to Nanxi's apartment door, and quietly put it down. After thinking about it for a long time, he took out the two thousand and ten dollars on his body, divided the ten dollars and left them, quietly pressed the rest under the doll's head, and then left completely.

On the evening of October 17, 2015, Mr. Mo didn't know where something was happening, he didn't know who died, who was born, and he didn't know how he was feeling......

"ねえはやく帰ってきてね...... (Nah!) Don't forget to go home early...... ）”

Is...... Sick of it!

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