The Chen family has never been wealthy, and the house is a small three-bedroom house of more than 80 square meters. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Chen's father was a bus driver, and his mother was a clerk in a company when she was young, and when she was older, she became a logistics department and did a little chores.

There are several plates of prepared dishes in the refrigerator, and the rice cooker in the kitchen is still warm, which is the norm at home.

Her parents went to work, and her brother was in the third year of high school, so she didn't come home at noon, so she was the only one at home to eat.

The children of the poor are in charge of the family early, although Zhou Mo's family is not linked to poverty, but because of family reasons, they are already a little expert in life at a very young age.

Heat up the dish, this meal in memory made Zhou Mo eat with tears in his eyes.

Since graduating from college, she hasn't eaten a few meals cooked by her mother, and it's still this familiar taste, it's so good.

After putting away the dishes and chopsticks, I pushed open the door and heard the sound of "jingle bells".

Looking at the crisp sound, a beautiful string of purple wind chimes on the windowsill shimmered in the sunlight.

Zhou Mo looked at the room when he was fifteen years old, with a small single bed, light blue sheets, a lovely blue dandelion cover, white tiles on the floor, two reference books on the table, and a thick stack of youth pain magazines next to it.

Picking up the top one, Zhou Mo flipped through it casually, only to see that the title page of the book read: If one day you really forget those pasts, can I exist in your memory?

The font is slightly round, which is exactly the pattern font that they like when they are young.

It is childish, uninhibited, and has a unique mark of youth.

Looking at this sentence, Zhou Mo suddenly smiled.

When she was a freshman in high school, she didn't like to talk and was introverted, but she loved fantasy.

If she remembers correctly, there should be a lot of such descriptions in this pile of books.

Adolescent girl, always have so many sorrows and feelings, she likes to write days, like the shallow careful thinking of calligraphy between the lines.

Sour, astringent, with the taste of youthful inferiority.

Again, Zhou Mo couldn't understand the feelings in these youth novels anymore, so she flipped through them casually, and the books were cluttered with her sentimentality back then:

"Is it extravagant hope that replaces the desire of the heart?"

"How difficult it is to meet the only you in the world, can you not give up easily."

"Is it okay, lucky I'm by your gentle face."

Seeing the childish words he had written again, Zhou Mo's heart swelled up with infinite nostalgia.

Sorted out this pile of youth novels and magazines, and Zhou Mo placed them at the head of the bed.

In the past, she regarded these books as spiritual pillars and sustenance, and her collection was excellent.

But for Zhou Mo now, these books are just a pastime.

When you have nothing to do, you can take a look twice, but you can also relieve boredom and go to fatigue.

Now that she is still a student and returns to class, Zhou Mo knows that what is more important than these novels is reading.

What's more, the problem of learning is already imminent!!

At the top of the reference book is the English material, Zhou Mo flipped through it, and finally found an advantage.

She is also a person who has passed English level 4, and the simple grammar and vocabulary of the first year of high school are still very simple for her.

After doing a class exercise, Zhou Mo found that she fell in love with this feeling of re-learning, which ignited her enthusiasm for learning at once.

So she struck while the iron was hot, put down the English book, and picked up the chemistry materials.

Concentrated acid is sprinkled on the experimental table, neutralized with () or () first, and then (); If the concentrated acid is stained on the skin, it is advisable to first (), and then (); If the concentrated acid is splashed in the eyes, it should be used first (), and then ().

Looking at the first question, Zhou Mo was dumbfounded.

What kind of stuff is this, the thick acid sticks to the skin, and then it is disfiguring; If you splash it in your eyes, you're blind.

Which **** is the topic, Sister Pit.

Yes, the ambition that had just risen was immediately poked in front of reality.

Zhou Mo yawned and rubbed his eyes: Forget it, I can't write my homework anyway, so let's take a nap first.

When she climbed into bed, the smell of the sun immediately made her dizzy and soon fell asleep.

This sleep seems to be very long, which makes Zhou Mo recall a lot of past events in her dreams, which she thought she had forgotten.

At the age of twenty-eight, Zhou Mo looked at the woman in the mirror, only wondering how youth could be so short.

Obviously, she only passed her eighteenth birthday yesterday, and in the blink of an eye, she has already entered the threshold of twenty-eight years old and entered one of the three major armies.

Taking a picture of the mirror, Zhou Mo was very irritable.

The parents came to urge the marriage again yesterday, saying that the sister-in-law had just found out that she was pregnant with a second child, and asked her to hurry up and find a man to marry.

My brother has been married for a few years, and he gave birth to a little nephew the year before last, and he is pregnant again this year.

In these years, the daughter is worth a lot of money, and she has the heart of her parents more than her son, and her brother has always wanted a little girl.

But she, Zhou Mo, has been twenty-eight years, and she has been alone all her life, and she doesn't even have a shadow of her boyfriend.

Her parents forced her to get married, not because they didn't think she was so old and didn't get married and embarrassed them, they just wanted someone to take care of her.

Take care of her in this strange city!

Zhou Mo understands the hard work of his parents.

understands that she can't give up her persistence and bottom line.

Blind dates, she has also been there, but no one can get into her heart.

Looking at the fall outside the community, Zhou Mo only felt sluggish.

Before you know it, it's been so many years.

The phone rang and she was contacted by someone she hadn't expected, it was her high school classmate, and she couldn't even remember the name.

Simply vague almost, hung up the phone, Zhou Mo held the phone in a daze.

High school reunion, is she going?

Go, she was introverted in high school, she didn't have many good friends at all, and familiar people could just say a few words.

If I didn't go, this thought came to my head, and she suppressed it.

As if unwilling.

She is no longer the ugly duckling Zhou Mo in high school, she is now tall, soft, and elegant, and she is no longer the same person as the gloomy and shy little girl before.

What is the group of people in high school who have blurred their memories now?

She suddenly wanted to go and see, to see, what was the person in her memory?

The only boy who existed in her memory, the only one she scolded, the only boy she scolded.

It was really not a good day, it was raining in City B, there were still a few hundred meters away from the hotel, and there was a traffic jam, so Zhou Mo could only walk over.

After getting out of the taxi, the wind immediately blew up Zhou Mo's hairstyle that took five hours to make.

Long hair instantly turned into a chicken nest, and a beautiful woman instantly became a crazy woman.

The rain was very heavy, and Zhou Mo struggled to hold the umbrella, and walked on the highway with difficulty against the cold wind that blew the umbrella over and blew people away.

A black Mercedes-Benz RV was parked in front of it, and a man in a black coat stepped out of it.

Men are very tall and have a wide back, which gives people the most sense of security on such a rainy night.

At this time, a tall man in a military uniform came out of the hotel, beckoned to the man in black, and greeted him with a smile, without even bringing an umbrella.

"Ji Ze, you can count it on."

Season?

Is this man in black Ji Ze?

Zhou Mo's heart moved, and he walked a few steps quickly, wanting to see if this man was the one he remembered.

The last memory is a blinding light and a woman's panicked scream!