"You know what? Love is not a fleeting firework, but an annual ring that grows with the years, and the deeper the years, the thicker the love. Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info I can't respond to your feelings, because I'm not sure if you're on a whim, like other high school students, want to have a seemingly vigorous but empty love when you're in your prime.

It is not a simple mood change and hormone secretion that can be called love. Love is a lifelong thing, plain as water but mellow as wine, without the true consciousness of spending a lifetime together, you are not qualified to mention this word easily. ”

After saying it seriously and earnestly, Mr. Mo almost believed this improvised rhetoric.

However, the effect seems to be not bad, at least Lan Xiange is completely quiet, and seems to be chewing on the deep meaning of Mr. Mo's words, of course, it is not ruled out that she plans to ignore what Mr. Mo says.

I felt that it was time to withdraw, and Mr. Mo didn't want to play this boring and brain-burning emotional game with Lan Xiange anymore, so he casually said, "Think about it." "Something, Mr. Mo left.

Originally, Mr. Mo was worried that he would run into someone other than Lan Xiange, so he took the time to look at the direction of the door, and found that the door was locked from the inside, which also saved Mr. Mo a lot of trouble. Once you encounter Lan Xiao or the like, you have to explain it well, and it must be extremely reasonable.

Speaking of which, it's time to have a good talk with Xiaoqiu, right? Xiaoqiu has been a little uneasy in the past few days, and I don't know if she has noticed anything.

The scale, form and duration of the game that Duan Yanshan said were unknown, and Mr. Mo felt that it was necessary to give Xiaoqiu a preventive shot first, so as not to be unable to accept the situation that affected her. However, Mr. Mo will not tell the truth, after all, what Xiaoqiu sees in his eyes is still a normal world.

Thinking of this, Mr. Mo, who left Lan Xian Ge's house, went to his home.

If there is a book, it is long, and if there is no book, it is short.

At about half past eleven, Mr. Mo returned home.

Xiaoqiu, Yu Penglai and Nanxi have been chatting, mainly talking about Nanxi's somewhat bitter and difficult days.

The unfortunate and the weak can always win sympathy, but whether this sympathy is a hilarious sigh or an action support, it is unknown, at least, the sympathy Nanxi gets is very practical into a temporary sojourn.

The other two who didn't care about talking, Mr. Mo directly motioned for Xiaoqiu to come to the balcony with him.

After discovering that Mr. Mo's demeanor was very serious, Xiaoqiu also became serious. For Mr. Mo's inner thoughts, there is nothing that can be seen more clearly than Xiaoqiu. immediately said sorry to Nanxi and Yu Penglai, and followed Mr. Mo to the balcony.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Xiaoqiu looked at Mr. Mo and asked softly.

However, Mr. Mo did not respond, his eyes were not on Xiaoqiu's body, he just looked at the vast night with a calm face, and all kinds of thoughts were intertwined in his heart. In fact, he hadn't figured out how to speak, whether it was everything Lao Ding had said, or Duan Yanshan replacing Hua Yu, or that weird three-color cat, Mr. Mo couldn't explain it clearly, and he couldn't explain it clearly. All he needed now was to make the uneasiness that Xiao Qiu did exist disappear.

After being silent for a long time, Mr. Mo turned his head to meet Xiaoqiu's clear eyes, and the moonlight flowed into his eyes, like a lake falling into a gem, silver and white, pure and thorough.

As always, Xiaoqiu looked at him with deep respect for his brother, deep concern for his family, and a hint of elusiveness.

For some reason, Mr. Mo really wanted to record the scene in front of him and imprinted it deeply in his mind.

"Xiaoqiu, do you believe in fate?"

After a long silence, Mr. Mo asked an inexplicable question, a very vulgar question.

He couldn't figure out why he asked, but he asked naturally, maybe he could play "Everything is the choice of the Gate of the Destiny Stone!" "This stalk, huh? In short, Mr. Mo's strange mood sometimes even he can't understand.

This question really stumped Xiaoqiu, it's not that she can't answer it, she just thinks it's weird. She distinctly remembered that her Mr. Gomo did not ask the heavens or believe in ghosts and gods, and always made it clear that he was a standard atheist. Now, the superstitious question of fate is asked.

How to say that? As the old saying goes: fate is determined by heaven, and fortune is born by oneself. Fate is a fixed number, fortune is a variable, and it is combined into a predetermined trajectory from birth to death of things.

According to the definition of fate, Xiaoqiu feels that she should believe in fate.

The unchangeable past, the unpredictable future, maybe we are really moving along a certain line, right?

Thinking of this, Xiaoqiu nodded slightly at Mr. Mo and replied in the affirmative.

"Really......"

Mr. Mo muttered, his eyes were a little confused, and his thoughts were chaotic.

He really doesn't believe in fate, because he has seen the tip of the iceberg of the black hand that controls his so-called fate. He knew very well that in front of the powerful immortals, his so-called fate was nothing more than a ridiculous toy, to be kneaded at will.

Thinking of this, Mr. Mo's face began to become a little gloomy, but the anger in his heart was unwilling to be useless, and Mr. Mo still had to get the matter in front of him first.

After thinking for a moment, Mr. Mo spoke again,

"Xiaoqiu, what if...... Well, I mean, what would happen if I disappeared one day? ”

From beginning to end, all this was aimed at him and had nothing to do with Xiaoqiu. Even if something happens, Mr. Mo hopes that it is just his own accident, and it is best to show it in the form of disappearance......

Hey? Looks like it's better to be dead, right? Accidental death is the best, right? In this way, Xiaoqiu will neither discover the abnormality of this world, nor will she ruin the rest of her life for reasons such as revenge, should she change her mind now?

Although it is a bit strange to think, Mr. Mo is really an unexpectedly gentle brother!

Hearing Mr. Mo's question, Xiaoqiu's body trembled slightly. She bowed her head in silence, her forehead bangs shadowing her face.

I don't know what kind of thinking I went through, Xiaoqiu finally said sullenly,

"Of course I'm looking for you......"

She knew that Mr. Mo would not ask these questions for no reason, especially when making such a serious gesture, that is, Mr. Mo might have an event like disappearing, and ...... I don't want her to know why, and I don't want her to pursue it.

But...... How can it be!? Mr. Mo is her only relative, the last reliance in this world! It's all said that life and death depend on each other, how can you leave her so easily!?

It is impossible for Xiaoqiu to accept the world where Mr. Mo does not exist.

In this regard, Mr. Mo only sighed lightly. With his understanding of Xiaoqiu, it is impossible not to know what kind of answer Xiaoqiu will give. These words are just a psychological precautionary shot for her, so that she will not be completely unprepared when facing the possible tragic outcome of Mr. Mo.

You know, a psychological blow that is too sudden can be very serious.