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Chapter 56 A poem

In the small park, it is tranquil and peaceful. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhao Huchen and Mo Die sat side by side, his mobile phone vibrated several times, there was no daughter-in-law, most of them were official business, and a few Xuemo came, and even saw Shi Wanjing also came with a message saying that he would come back today, asking him if he had time to have a meal together in the evening, with Li Qingcheng, Zhao Huchen pondered for a while and felt that there was no need to get involved, so he refused, Shi Wanjing did not entangle.

As for Xuemo, the crazy woman is getting more and more energetic, Zhao Huchen didn't reply at all, and sure enough, he didn't continue to mess around after a harassing text message, and he didn't make a phone call, which made Zhao Huchen somewhat comforted.

Mo Die sat on the bench, took a deep breath, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, in fact, Zhao Huchen noticed that there was a smile on the corner of Mo Die's mouth, especially at this time, the warm air in the morning was exceptionally clear, and it seemed to be infected, Zhao Huchen's mood was sincerely happy.

A boy who looked like a student walked over with a sketchpad on his back and asked, "Are you a couple?" Can I be my model? I came out to collect style, and I was a student at the Shanghai Academy of Arts. ”

Mo Die turned his head to look at Zhao Huchen.

Zhao Huchen nodded.

The boy smiled and nodded, and said, "You just keep this position, just be natural, I'll find a place behind you, I need your back, and I won't infringe on your portrait rights, hehe." The boy walked back to get ready.

Mo Die sat beside Zhao Huchen, looked at the lake, and smiled lightly, "I haven't encountered anything like this for so long here." ”

"That means we're lucky, we thought we should leave a photo or something to commemorate it, but now someone is helping to draw it, so it's even better." Zhao Huchen said with a smile.

Mo Die nodded, smiling silently.

Time passed slowly, and I don't know how long it took, but the boy walked over with an excited face, handed them a drawing, and said, "It's done, thank you." ”

Zhao Huchen took the painting, it is a landscape painting, the lake accounts for most of it, the pavilions and pavilions in the distance, Zhao Huchen is not deeply involved in this aspect, and it is not easy to comment on it, but it is indeed very good from the perspective of an outsider. On one side of the picture, there is a bench, a man and a woman sit side by side, the woman's head resting slightly on the man's shoulder, peaceful and beautiful.

"For you," the boy smiled brightly.

"Don't you use it yourself?" Desert Butterfly thought it was his homework.

"No, I just came out to look for inspiration, and when I came from behind you, I saw this scene very comfortably, so I drew it, don't laugh if you don't draw it well. I'll give you this painting as a reward for being my model, I still have lessons, let's go first, goodbye. The boy waved his hand, turned away with his sketchpad on his back.

"Take it." Zhao Huchen handed the painting to Mo Die.

Desert Butterfly carefully took it and put it away.

Half an hour later, Mo Die and Zhao Huchen got up and walked slowly back towards the way they came, and no one spoke.

Walking to the door of the store, Mo Die sighed softly, turned around and raised a smile again, "I'm going to resume business again, what about you?" ”

"I'll give you a day's groceries today." Zhao Huchen said with a smile.

Mo Die was pleasantly surprised, "Really? ”

Zhao Huchen smiled but did not speak.

Mo Die looked at Zhao Huchen's smile, and smiled lightly, extremely relaxed.

Today, Zhao Huchen really didn't go anywhere, until the evening, Mohe appeared at the door of the store, and saw Zhao Huchen, who was helping a guest choose a goldfish, and was stunned.

Walking to the store, looking at the painting that Mo Die had carefully placed in the drawer, he recognized at a glance who the two people in the painting were, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Mo Die walked up and pushed the drawer forward unnaturally, blocking Mo He's sight, "What are you looking at?"

"Sister, do you like Tianzun?" Mohe asked.

This was the first time he had asked what was in his heart, and in fact, he didn't feel that this fact needed to be confirmed.

Mo Die was a little panicked, as if the deepest secret had been revealed, and secretly glanced at Zhao Huchen, who was still busy, and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense, it's not good for others to hear it." ”

"But sister" Mo He wanted to say something, but Mo Die turned around and walked out of the store, and Mo He hurriedly followed.

"Xiaohe, it's impossible for me to talk to him, you know?" Walking out of the store, Mo Die said softly, lowering her head, unable to see joy and sorrow.

"How could it not be? He likes you, and you like him, don't you? Mohe frowned.

"He has a girlfriend, and I'm not a good fit with him." Mo Die shook her head and looked up at her younger brother, her words firm and her eyes firm.

Mohe is stopped.

"But I think my sister should fight for it if she likes it, if you don't say it, how will you know what will happen in the future?" Mohe said angrily, he doesn't like his sister's indifferent nature now, he has never been in love and has never had an unforgettable love for any woman, but he feels that if it is really what he likes and wants, no matter what, even if he is destined to fight for it all over his body, success or failure is a matter of saying, after working hard, there is no room for regret.

"Xiaohe, you still don't understand." Mo Die sighed softly.

"My sister is a butterfly, he is the sea, and butterflies can't fly in the sea. Before, now, and in the future, this is fate. Mo Die said softly.

Mohe's brows tightened.

"But what about the painting? My sister still likes him, doesn't she? Mohe asked.

"Yes, I like him. But it's just like it, the gentleman's friendship is as light as water, between me and him is like this, calm and quiet, so it's good, one more step, it's stormy, I can't bear it, each other will lose the beauty at the beginning, it's better to keep the present, because he and I both know it, my biggest bottom line with him is like this, and then go forward, it's persistent. Desert Butterfly sighed.

"I don't understand." Mohe shook his head and said blankly.

"When you meet a girl who likes but can't love one day, you will be able to experience how your sister feels now, but your sister doesn't want you to understand this feeling, it is destined to be painful, but you can rest assured, my sister is living very well now, there is a little regret, but it is not painful, the reason why I say pain is because my sister knows Xiaohe's temper and character, and the twisted melon is not sweet, sometimes it is not one party that forces the other party to call it compulsion, and there are many, many more, the world is impermanent, and no one can predict what will happen in the future, All we can do is protect ourselves and the people around us as much as we can. Xiaohe, my sister hopes that you can live a peaceful and happy life, not depending on how many people respect you when Xiaohe walks outside, nor does it depend on how much money Xiaohe has in his bank card, not how expensive clothes Xiaohe wears, how good a car she drives, and what a good house she lives, but Xiaohe can have a girl who really loves you and you really love her every night waiting for you to come back and cook for you, she will worry about you when you come back late, she will be very happy when you remember her birthday, and she will be so excited that she can't sleep if you give her a small gift, she will also remember your birthday, will prepare a small gift for you, maybe your life is not rich, but enough to support a family's expenses, not tight, do not need to lower your eyebrows to please life, maybe there is a well-behaved and sensible child, such a life is very good. Mo Die looked at her younger brother, I don't know when the younger brother who was immature and gritted his teeth in front of her and fought hard with a group of thugs has also grown into a person, with sharp edges and corners, he has long had an Adam's apple and a beard, and he is a real man.

Stretched out his hand and touched Mohe's face, this action has not been repeated between sisters and brothers for a long time.

"Sister." Mohe choked.

Smiling and shaking her head, Mo Die said softly, "Sister will have her own happiness, Xiaohe will also have her own happiness, no matter what, my sister thinks it's good now, Xiaohe can't bear to watch her sister live a life of exile?" ”

Mohe shook his head desperately.

Mo Die nodded, withdrew her hand, and smiled, "That's good." ”

In the store, Zhao Huchen, who had heard most of the conversation, held a box of goldfish, smiled calmly, and turned to leave.

Does the bloom of each petal represent the warmth of spring, that is warmth?

Does every known whisper represent the scorching heat of summer, that is prosperity?

Does the withering of each leaf represent the tired color of autumn, which is bleak?

Does every heavy snow represent the coldness of winter, which is cold?

The bloom of each petal is only because of your laughter, which is the warmth that melts into my heart.

Every whisper that I know, just because of your whisper, that is the prosperity that is born in my heart.

The withering of every leaf, just because of your silence, is a pain in my heart.

Every time the snow falls, just because of your sadness, it is the cold that enters my heart.

I asked Qing Deng, what is fate, what is share, and what is love.

The green lantern returned to me, the fate is determined by heaven, the share is artificial, and love is a marriage that the sky can't bear to refuse.

I asked the green lantern, what is you, what is me, and what are sentient beings.

The green lantern replied to me, the person outside the sentient beings is you, it is me who asks about fate and love, and it is the sentient beings who are not aware of you except you.

I asked the scroll who I was five hundred years ago and who she was, and who I am and who she is five hundred years later.

The ancient scroll came back to me, five hundred years ago, I was the bridge railing on the bridge, supporting millions of dead people from life to death, just for her hand to touch my cold body.

Gu scrolled back to me, five hundred years ago, she was the sand of Meng Po soup, washing the lead of the lives of millions of deceased, just for her eyes to gaze at my sluggish reincarnation.

The ancient scroll came back to me, five hundred years later, I was standing in front of Jinglun with a green lantern, turning the ancient scroll page by page, asking, who am I in five hundred years, and who is she.

Gu Juan back to me, five hundred years later, she is lying in front of the Rulai, guarding the green light night and night, answering, who are you in five hundred years, who am I.