Mo Xiaobei was in a trance for a moment, feeling as if he was still the girl who wore a ponytail and wantonly swayed her youth many years ago. He was also a young man with a clean temperament many years ago, and he put his hands into a horn, looked at the balcony on the fifth floor and shouted, "Mo Xiaobei, come down." ”

Then she trotted down and threw herself into his arms, smiling.

The bitter cold wind sculpted mercilessly on her face. Jin Xinqian trotted over to take her hand, but she quickly moved away.

His expression was a little hurt, and he rubbed his hands and asked sadly, "Xiaobei, do you have to be like this?" His face was purple and purple from the cold. Koreans are generally very white, so it looks particularly unsightly at the moment. She knew that he must have changed his shoes and ran down to wait for her the moment he received her call, but she couldn't ask, she didn't have that qualification anymore.

Laughing dryly, Jin Xinqian led the way in front of her, "Let's go, I bought that house." ”

After being stunned for a moment, Mo Xiaobei could only smile, and his eyes began to moisten.

I still remember that when their relationship was stable, Jin Xinqian pulled her to Pujiang Road, and at that time, the Wanli community was still red tiles and white walls, with a bit of Western style. Mo Xiaobei smiled and narrowed his eyes, and praised loudly, "This house is so beautiful, Xinqian, will we buy it and live in it in the future?" ”

"Well, okay, listen to Xiaobei." He doted on the tip of her nose with his index finger, took her into his arms and said longingly, "We want to buy a bigger house so that our mother and sister can live in it." ”

At this time, Mo Xiaobei would step on his white shoe, glaring at him and saying, "Shameless." ”

He grinned cheekily and said, "If you don't want it, you don't want it, I just want you." ”

Holding the silver-white key and opening the door, Jin Xinqian took out a pair of sky-blue cartoon slippers printed with Doraemon from the shoe cabinet and gave them to Mo Xiaobei, saying, "Xiaobei, I always remember that you like Doraemon." ”

"Thank you." She took the slippers and smiled faintly, but there was no joy in her eyes, "But I don't like such childish patterns now." ”

I took off my shoes and put on those lovely slippers, and the soles of my feet were like stepping on cotton balls, which was very comfortable.

Jin Xinqian's smile froze on the side of his mouth, his fist clenched and loosened, loosened and clenched, and sighed and asked Mo Xiaobei, "What to drink?" ”

"Milk." Mo Xiaobei kept a decent and elegant smile on his lips, cold and detached.

Jin Xinqian's eyes immediately lit up, staring at Mo Xiaobei with a sparkling smile. He knew that there were some habits that could not be changed in a lifetime. In the past, Mo Xiaobei didn't like to drink milk, under his coercion, temptation and coquettish attack, she drank milk like a Chinese medicine frowning and bitter and sorrowful, and slowly got used to it, I didn't expect that after all these years, she hasn't changed it?

When he went to the kitchen to warm two glasses of milk, and when he came out with hot milk, Mo Xiaobei was sitting on the sofa looking at a wall full of wallpapers. The eyes were wide open, and the moist eyeballs looked surprised and shocked.

Walked over and handed her the milk, she took it in a daze, and rubbed it in her hand. pursed his lips and twisted his eyebrows, and his face was very bad.

After taking a sip of milk, Kim Shin-kyun stared at the photos behind the TV, all of them were her, and every one of them was her. Happy, excited, melancholy, sad, angry, angry, daze. Lowering his head and staring at the warm cup of white, he said with a wry smile, "Xiaobei, do you know that when I was in Korea, I could only rely on these photos to get by." ”

The photos on the wall were all secretly taken by him, and he originally wanted to engrave them into a disc and save them when she got married, but she became like this in the end.

Mo Xiaobei came back from the shock and looked at him, a word stuck in his throat couldn't speak.

"Xiaobei, do you want me to swear? I didn't have the slightest thought of leaving you. I even wish you were by my side for the rest of my life, so how could I take the initiative to leave you? Gulping down milk, relieving the boredom and distress in my heart, I was a little flustered. He was scared, he was afraid of being miserable Mo Xiaobei looked at him with unfamiliar eyes, as if he was Ling Chi.

Mo Xiaobei pecked the milk in small sips, looked at Jin Xinqian seriously, sat on the sofa and casually lifted Erlang's legs, obviously with very serious eyes, but it made people feel careless. She doesn't care anymore, does she? His nervous hands were shaking. His eyes stared at her sharply, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

"At that time, the old man had just passed away, and then she found someone to knock me out and kidnap me back to South Korea, Xiaobei, you can't blame me, because I was worse than dead in those years." He quickly drank the milk and put it on the coffee table, walked over and hugged her neck and choked, "Xiaobei, I really don't want to die." ”