Yesterday, he sent a text message to Tan Yixue: I have returned to China, and now I am in Licheng, don't tell Sù Xigu!

Then, until now, Tan Yixue didn't reply, he suddenly wondered if he was too abrupt, really, this was also the first abrupt in his memory.

It feels like this kind of thing is very strange, Mo Dongheng lived to be twenty-five years old, and his life has been going on in an orderly manner under his own arrangement.

Seventeen years old to go abroad, full of ambition, want to make a difference, study and live in the United States, work, break through, to the present eight years, to say that he is methodical, yes, to say that he has a plank, it is okay, to say that he is stiff and dull, it is okay.

And talking about Yi Xue, what is it?

It's as if there is a sudden breath of fresh air in his unchanging life, and a touch of color suddenly adds to his gray-level vision.

She is very enthusiastic, cheerful, generous, her world is beautiful, simple, without a trace of impurities, such a her, he feels very envious.

So that this envy became gradually abrupt and intense, at the age of twenty-five, he was no longer a simple and ignorant young man, he understood many things, but sometimes, he could only let himself not understand.

But what if you don't understand? Deliberately approaching, can you resist that vivid proximity and stimulation?

He felt that he could, for a very simple reason, because he was Mo Dongheng, and Mo Dongheng's life did not allow accidents to happen, it was as simple as that.

The car drove for less than ten minutes, at the intersection, stopped, Mo Dongheng stretched out his hand to pull the car door and prepared to get out of the car, Mo Xuanqi, who had been silent beside him, finally shouted in a low voice, "Dongheng ......"

Mo Dongheng's fingers on the doorknob paused slightly, and he said in a cold voice, "Something?" ”

Mo Xuanqi said, "That's the case, today at noon, or in the evening, I want to treat you to ...... dinner."

"No need!" Mo Dongheng directly refused, saying, "I'm afraid that I will have no appetite by then, so so be it, goodbye!" ”

The car door opened, Mo Dongheng got out of the car, and quickly called a taxi, the car drove away, Mo Xuanqi sat in the car, looking at his son's departing figure, looking depressed.

……

Mo Dongheng went to Broken Jade Mountain to visit a boy who had been with his sister for four years.

Because soon on New Year's Day, there were not a few people who went up the mountain to worship their ancestors in the past two days, and Mo Dongheng saw a lot of people along the way.

After buying a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, Mo Dongheng still remembered the approximate location of Gu Huaisheng's cemetery, and in the process of groping with his memory, he saw a cemetery that seemed to be in a similar position.

However, there seemed to be a man standing in front of the cemetery.

The man was wearing a black down jacket, a cap, a mask, and his hands in his pockets, just looking at the tombstone quietly, not knowing what to see.

Mo Dongheng was not sure that it was Gu Huaisheng's cemetery, he looked at the two tombstones nearby, and finally had no choice but to walk towards the cemetery over there.

When he got closer, he let out a long breath when he saw the photo on the tombstone, not noticing the slight twinkle in the eyes of the man next to him.

"Finally found it!" Mo Dongheng put Bai Ju on the Xuanxu platform and said, "Huaisheng, I'm Brother Dongheng, do you remember me?" ”

The person behind him stiffened slightly, looked at Mo Dongheng's figure, and did not speak.

"By the way, you are Huaisheng......" Mo Dongheng turned his head to ask something, but found that the figure standing there just now had turned away, and his steps were very fast.

Mo Dongheng pursed his lips, looking at the back of the man leaving, his brows furrowed slightly, he was thinking, who is this man?

……

When I returned to the city from the Broken Jade Mountain, it was almost eleven o'clock at noon, and the mobile phone rang, a group of unfamiliar numbers, Mo Dongheng raised his eyebrows.

The person who called was Haotian, his father Mo Xuanqi's assistant, and he was also the one who watched him grow up since he was a child.

Haotian said, "Young Master, is it convenient?" I want to meet you! ”

The place where he made the appointment was a teahouse, Haotian arrived first, Mo Dongheng sat down to look at him, and asked, "Something?" ”

"Young master, you shouldn't treat Mr. Mo like this!"

"Huh!" Mo Dongheng took a sip of the teacup, and said, "Then you say, what should I do to him?" ”

Haotian frowned and didn't speak.

Mo Dongheng asked, "Mo Zi'an is my father's biological son, right?" ”

Haotian pursed his lips, "Yes." ”

"So, have I wronged him?"

"......," Haotian said in a deep voice, "but that's only part of what you know......"

"Part of it is enough, he was a betrayer in this marriage, this is a fact, he let another woman conceive his own child, this is also a fact, he chose to divorce my mother, this is even more true, so, what else is there to say?"

Haotian said, "One day, you will understand that everyone has everyone's difficulties." Your father is at fault, but he is not the only one who made the ......."

"So, you came to me today to persuade me to forgive him?"

"It's not. I grew up watching you, I know your personality, and I know that you won't forgive him. So I just hope that you can agree to his request, have a meal with him, and make up for the regret in his heart, after all, no matter how big a mistake he makes, he is your father, the one who gave birth to you and raised you, and you can't deny this! ”

……

Mo Xuanqi knew that Mo Dongheng agreed to have lunch with him, and he was excited, and the father and son chose the largest restaurant in Licheng.

It can be regarded as a familiar restaurant, Mo Xuanqi took Mo Dongheng to come a few times.

When the food was delivered, the whole table was full of Mo Dongheng's favorite dishes, Mo Dongheng looked at these, although his expression was indifferent, but the flashing light in his eyes had already shown his emotions.

Mo Xuanqi has been serving him vegetables, talking about Mo Dongheng's childhood, laughing and talking hard, trying his best to please this twenty-five-year-old son.

At a certain moment, Mo Dongheng's heart was touched, he felt that he should say something, but what to say?

Four years ago, when his parents divorced, he pointed to Liu Qinqiao and asked his father: "Do you want her, or do you want us!" ”

The father stood there and shouted, "Dongheng", the tears had fallen extremely quickly, and the despair he felt at that moment was deeper than ever, and it hurt.

"Since you have made your choice at the beginning, do you think it makes sense to do this qiē now?"

A sudden sentence stopped Mo Xuanqi's action of picking up vegetables, and also froze the smile on the corner of his mouth.

Mo Dongheng put down his chopsticks and got up, "I'm sorry, I can't eat this meal, in addition, I want to make one thing clear: It's not that my son doesn't want you as a father, but your father, I don't want my son!" ”

After Mo Dongheng finished speaking, he left the box without any hesitation, Mo Xuanqi sat there, and finally covered his face with his hands uncontrollably, and his eyes were red.

Haotian, who had been waiting outside the door, frowned when he saw Mo Dongheng come out, Mo Dongheng glanced at him, said "sorry", and then got up to leave.

Walking out of the hotel, the sun was shining on his body, Mo Dongheng raised his head and took a long deep breath, suppressing the wetness in his eyes.

got up and was about to leave, the phone vibrated suddenly, picked up the phone to check, it was a text message: Brother Dongheng, I'm lost, can you come and pick me up?

Mo Dongheng's eyebrows jumped, he was talking about Yi Xue!