Chapter 120: Childhood sweethearts

When Cen Tong heard Ziyuan's words, he rarely smiled, "Well, if he doesn't come again, then he will miss the end of the day." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Zi Yuan looked at Cen Xiao's smile, and shook his head helplessly, his own girl is smart everywhere, but she doesn't understand much about Xi Gongzi's affairs.

While Cen Tong was talking to Ziyuan and Ziqian, he heard a little girl coming and going, "Girl, Gongzi Xi has arrived, and he is already in the garden." ”

"Brother Mo has arrived?"

What Cen Tong didn't know was that when she talked about Xi Mo, she didn't need to say the tone, even her eyebrows and eyes were flying.

"Okay, you go down." After getting the little girl's response, Cen Tong smiled and let her go down, and then he was going to take Ziyuan and Ziqian to the garden.

After all, Xi Mo is a foreign man, so it is not good to come to Cen Tong's boudoir.

"Girl, aren't you going to make up too?"

Ziyuan looked at Cen Tong, who was smiling happily, and made a joke.

"What do you do with grooming?"

I have to say that Cen Tong really doesn't understand this aspect at all.

Seeing Cen Tong like this, Zi Yuan didn't say anything more. At that moment, he followed Cen Tong to the garden.

As soon as Cen Tong walked to the gravel road, he saw a long figure under the old oak tree in the garden, dressed in a blue long shirt and a short fluffy jacket.

The sunlight was just right, through the mottled shadows of the old oak tree, and fell on him little by little, and the golden light put a golden coat on him.

Yes, he's always been so sunny and full of warmth.

Cen Tong wanted to open his mouth to call Xi Mo, but he couldn't, just stood there stunned.

Xi Mo felt the gaze behind him, turned his head, looked at Cen Tong in front of him, and smiled, even those peach blossom eyes, and he smiled brightly, like a flower.

Xi Mo also stood like this, looking at Cen Tong who was shining in the sun, as if this station was eternal.

His little girl stood in front of him like this.

Compared to the last time they met, his little girl has grown up a lot.

Well, he's grown taller, and now he's probably only half a head away.

Well, it's more beautiful, and the appearance has faded away from the previous greenness, and the temperament is even more obvious.

It's just that there is more melancholy between the eyebrows.

"Xiao'er."

Xi Mo and Cen Tong looked at each other for a long time, and finally, Xi Mo gently called out Cen Tong's name.

When Cen Tong heard this, he was slightly stunned at first, and then a deep smile rippled at the corner of his mouth.

It's been a long time since I heard him, her brother Mo looked at herself with a gentle smile full of warmth, and gently called her "Xiao'er".

It's been three years, it's been three years.

"You girl, why don't you call people?"

Just when Cen Tong was smiling like a flower, Xi Mo had already walked in front of Cen Tong. Seeing that Cen Tong was a little stunned, Xi Mo said.

Cen Tong listened to Xi Mo's words, but he still didn't call anyone, just restrained his smile, and then said, "Young Master Xi." ”

Xi Mo listened to Cen Tong's words and was slightly stunned, "What do you call me?" ”

"Mr. Xi." Cen Tong stubbornly insisted on his original words.

"Xiao'er is becoming more and more disobedient, and when I was a child, I didn't know which little girl was chasing after me, and kept shouting "Brother Mo, Brother Mo"? ”

Xi Mo looked at the stubbornness in Cen Tong's eyes, and his heart hurt.

Three years ago, when he left with his father, Cen Tong was like this, just looking at him with such stubborn eyes, a pair of small hands pulled the corners of his clothes, biting his lip, but he didn't say anything to keep him.

"Hmph." Cen Tong listened to Xi Mo's words, "snorted", then turned his head, and stopped looking at him or talking to him.

It's just that Ziyuan and Ziqian beside him saw it, and Cen Tong's eyes were slightly red.

yes, he's been gone for three years, three whole years, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, so what about three years? How many days and nights are three years?

"...... of Xiao'er"

Seeing Cen Tong like this, Xi Mo's heart ached, he frowned, and called softly.

"After walking for so long, you are willing to come back."

When Cen Tong said this, he choked up a little, but in the end he restrained his emotions.

"...... of Xiao'er"

Xi Mo didn't want to see Cen Tong like this, he couldn't see Cen Tong frowning and shedding tears.

"Okay, nothing."

After that, Cen Tong turned around, looked at Xi Mo with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Fortunately, you arrived today, otherwise, I'm really afraid that you will delay the end of the game!" ”

"Forehead ......"

Xi Mo never thought that Cen Tong would restrain his emotions so quickly, and he didn't know what to say when the words came to his lips.

She is his little girl, obviously with the same appearance and the same voice, why, suddenly something is different?

What made his always optimistic and cheerful little girl so gloomy?

What is it that makes this innocent and beautiful microcosm that never hides its emotions so sleek?

In the past three years, the three years that he was not guarding her, what has she, his little girl, experienced?

Xi Mo only felt a headache in his heart, and then his good-looking eyebrows wrinkled slightly, "Xiao'er, how are you in the past three years?" ”

Cen Tong listened to Xi Mo's words, paused, then raised his head, looked directly into his eyes, and said with a smile, "It's not good, it's not good at all." ”

This is said very lightly, as if to say, "Well, I've already eaten".

Xi Mo subconsciously wanted to hug her and hug his little girl.

But before he took a step, he was subconsciously stopped by Zi Yuan.

Xi Mo withdrew his hand and smiled.

Yes, his little girl is no longer the three-year-old child who chased him all over the yard back then, nor the little child who died at the age of six and threw himself into his arms crying and choking in great grief, not to mention the one who pulled the corner of his clothes at the age of twelve three years ago, looked at himself stubbornly, but did not say a word to let him stay.

She, grown up.

is so old that the Ziyuan around him has become a male and female guard against himself, and he is about to be married to the age of marriage.

So, can he, in a more direct way, in a more justified way, stand with her, protect her, love her, and protect her?

She's his, Qingmei.

He's hers, Bamboo Horse.

He was with her, and she was with him, growing up together. Even when her biological mother died, she thought that he would be by her side and would never leave.

However, it wasn't until three years ago that he was gone, taken away by his father. She wanted to keep him, but there was no reason to keep him.

Even though he always wrote to her, she was always stubborn and refused to reply.

It's just that in the dead of night, I always look at his handwriting over and over again, just like his appearance, delicate and handsome. (To be continued.) )