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Hongting hurriedly broke free from the clutches of Red Leaves, threw himself into his mother's arms, and cried in a low voice, "Mom, my sister bullied me." ”

"Momiji, don't bully your brother. And you, what nonsense, that's my sister's classmate. Mom scolded the two of them in a low voice.

Hongting stuck out his tongue, wiped the fake tears squeezed out of his cheeks, scooped up the beef in the hot pot, and kept stuffing it into his mouth.

Because he ate too quickly, his cheeks, which were originally red, were even redder, and his forehead was covered with a thin layer of fine sweat.

"Eat slowly, no one will rob you." Mom said in a low voice, as if she was a little helpless.

Hongting, who was eating beef, raised his head, stuck out his tongue at them, and continued to eat beef.

Looking at the Red Pavilion, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile, this kid.

After a meal, my father answered a phone call and left, and finally the three of them got into a taxi and went home.

Hongting excitedly made noise all the way, and when he was about to get home, he fell asleep. Mom turned her head to look at the woman who was in a daze, and shook her head helplessly.

"Momiji, he's Mocheng." Mom asked in a whisper.

Hearing this name, Momiji was stunned for a moment and turned his head to look at her, "Mom, he's Mo Cheng." ”

He nodded thoughtfully and looked up at the night, where the rainbow-colored neon lights kept flashing, and this was the world of red lights.

Turning on the light in the room, Momiji seemed to be tired, and the whole person sat on the single bed, which seemed to accumulate, and slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep in the middle of the sound.

The little man sat under the jujube tree, and it was already autumn, so the green jujube had already ripened. The person raised his hand to pick a green jujube and threw it into his mouth, the sweet green jujube spread to the tip of his tongue, and the person smiled with satisfaction. Crisp laughter, through the white fog of winter, slowly drifted away. Slowly opened his eyes, dreamed again tonight, and rubbed his somewhat sore head.

Slowly got up, after packing up his things and went into the bathroom, after a simple wash, he suddenly saw Hongting rubbing his eyes and standing at the bathroom door. The voice was dazed and sleepy, and he asked in a low voice, "Sister, I want to go to the toilet, how long will you come out." ”

Hongye walked out slowly, raised his hand and rubbed Hongting's head, and there seemed to be some helplessness in his words, "Go in, slide carefully." ”

His oh voice slowly walked in.

Closing the door, Momiji didn't sleep, but put all the textbooks on the table and looked at it slowly.

On the night of early September, there are only a few stars in the sky, and the moonlight is crooked and bright.

The lights in the house shone late into the night, and my mother suddenly knocked on the door. Momiji called softly, "Come in." ”

Mom smiled and nodded, and put the freshly made supper in front of her, "Momiji, let's eat something." ”

Looking at the small rice balls in front of him, Momiji smiled and nodded, and tasted it gently, a sweet and greasy soup.

"Mom, thank you, make me supper so late." Momiji chuckled.

Mom smiled and patted his head, "Is it another nightmare, it's been eight years, when are you going to forget?" ”

When I was a child, adults used to say that the wind can weather everything and make everything disappear, leaving only wreckage. But Momiji didn't think so, otherwise she wouldn't have tormented her for eight years.

tried hard to squeeze out a reluctant smile, as if to comfort her, "Mom, there are some things that will never be forgotten for the rest of your life." Mom, how stupid do you think I am, so I let them bully at will. ”

Looking at the tears in his eyes, his mother looked at her with a smile, raised her hand and patted her head, just like when she was a child, gently comforting her not to cry.

Slowly closing his eyes, his mind portrayed the appearance of a little boy, a small, immature face, and fair skin.

After eating supper, Mom left, and Momiji didn't have any intention to read a book. Pushing open the window, the cold wind blowing across his cheeks. The originally chaotic brain cleared up a lot.

The city of Mo, don't forget the city in your heart, is this the meaning of your name? Momiji seemed to smile a little helplessly, Mo Cheng.

Outside, before it was dark, he pulled out a diary that he hadn't written in a long time from the cupboard, and began to write about the events of this time.

In 2016, the weather was fine,

I finally went to high school, and I have been envious of high school life since I was a child, and I remember that the big sister in the yard once said that high school life will not be taken care of, and if you want more freedom, you will have more freedom. But now I found out that she was a big liar, and it was so hard to deceive him.

By the way, I have a tablemate named Mocheng, who is cold and cold. But today I actually saw him smile, in fact, he smiled quite handsomely, why did he keep a face all day long.

After three years of high school, where should I go, my father said that he wanted me to study abroad, and I didn't want to go out. But.....

Writing this, Momiji put down the pen and looked up at the sunset outside the window, and the whole person felt a little tired, slowly closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Momiji likes to do this, and he will sleep after he is very tired, because in this way, he will not dream.

Pushing open the door, Hongting just wanted to speak, but raised his hand and grabbed him, "Don't speak, wait for your sister to sleep." ”

Looking at his mother's serious eyes and the sound of the red pavilion, he obediently withdrew from the room.

This sleep,I didn't wake up until nearly afternoon.,When I opened my eyes,I met a pair of clear eyes.,Red leaves immediately sat up straight.,Didn't glare at her angrily.。

"Stinky boy, what are you doing?" Momiji said viciously.

Hongting smiled and waved the disc in his hand, "Sister, I originally called up to watch Toy Story." Hurry up and see if you're okay with me. ”

yawned, then slowly got up, nodding his head indiscriminately, "Well, let's go watch the CD." ”

After washing, I ate some dumplings and sat in the hall with the red pavilion. The toy man on TV is very cute, this cartoon, Hongting has watched it dozens of times, but he still likes it, every time he has time, Hongting pesters him to watch it with her.

Hongting smiled and tugged at Momiji's sleeve, "Sister, next time you can buy me exactly the same one." ”

Looking at the smile on the corner of his mouth, a trace of sadness slowly rose in Momiji's heart.

When he used to go out to play with Hongting, every time he looked at other children with envy, and she really didn't have the money to buy it for him, he felt sad in his heart.

"Okay, sister will buy it for you next time." Momiji smiled and nodded.

Hongting listened, a happy look rose in his eyes, and he hurriedly hugged Hongye's arm, "Sister counts when she talks, let's pull the hook." ”

As he spoke, Hongting stretched out his little hand and handed it to Momiji, showing a bright smile at her.

Only then did Momiji slowly raise her hand and hook her little hand, "Okay, let's pull the hook." ”

This afternoon, soak up the warmth. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.