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Qiao Weihuan reacted for a long time, half a day, and opened her lips as if she had lost her ability to speak, "...... Yes. ”

She was pulled into the car by Mo Xilin, and was taken away from the convenience store in a daze, and then turned her head sluggishly, and saw the little girl waving to them outside the store.

It seems that you can still see the pure sweet pear vortex on that immature cheek.

Gust drove so fast that it seemed like he had arrived at the hospital in the blink of an eye.

The wide open door of the hospital room seemed to be a large mouth that could not be closed, and it was emitting a silent, mournful cry. Qiao Weihuan was pulled to the door of the ward by Mo Xilin in an invisible suppressed cry.

The old man on the hospital bed was calm and was about to be silent. Mu Ne's instrument will only make a "drop" sound after a long time, dutifully showing people that the old man is about to die.

Moxilin walked briskly into the hospital room, kneeling on one knee with red eyes.

Qiao Weihuan's whole body was stiff, and his steps were extremely heavy.

In front of Old Madam Mo, no one stopped her this time. She slowly knelt down beside Mo Xilin and took Madam Mo's old and withered hand.

The hand was like the last dead tree on the parched earth, rough and crunchy, and with a little force, I was afraid it would break.

There was acid surging in Qiao Weihuan's nasal cavity, and it took a lot of strength to suppress it.

"Grandma, I'm here."

Old Madam Mo heard this soft call in the chaotic and closed self-space, and under her half-open eyelids, her misty eyes moved. She wanted to see her grandson and Qiao Weihuan, but the only thing she could do was to bend her fingers with difficulty and respond to the young and caring little hand.

This was Old Madam Mo's last move.

The old man seemed to have been waiting for them, and now that she knew they were coming, she exhaled the last of her cloudy breath, and her serious face relaxed, looking extraordinarily peaceful.

Her soul moved slowly, out of the bitter sea of a lifetime, and stepped onto the endless riverbank.

Maybe the wish has been fulfilled, walking chic and calm, or it may be regretful, lingering in the nothingness and looking back, frequently looking at the other side.

But no one will ever know.

The crying around suddenly became louder, the old-fashioned instrument chirped incomprehensibly, those sounds buzzed in Qiao Weihuan's ears, she raised her hand and pressed it on the tragus, and shook her head lightly, as if she heard the wind.

Mo Xilin's eyes were red, and he explained in a deep tone, "Send grandma back to the old mansion first......

As early as a few days ago, at the moment when the doctor shook his head at him, he was mentally prepared. It's just that when this day comes, tens of millions of catties of catkins are still pressed in his chest, which not only sinks, but also blocks his lungs and makes it difficult for him to breathe.

The crowd in the ward silently sent Mrs. Mo out, and Qiao Weihuan followed the crowd with weak steps, and walked out of the ward calmly. Behind her, the lobby brother stopped Qingqing, who was about to bare his teeth, with an ugly face, and glanced gloomily at Mo Xilin next to Qiao Weihuan.

The group returned to the Mo family's old house, and the mourning hall had been arranged. Everything was orderly, but also heavy and depressing, and unspeakable sadness permeated everyone's heart.

The old lady with a clear face stood outside the old mansion on crutches and waited for them. Seeing Qiao Weihuan coming, he couldn't help but sigh slowly.

This girl didn't do anything, but alas...... Centrifugation is possible.

Before the old man of the Mo family died, he told him to protect this vein, so as not to hand over the country he had worked so hard to fight. Now Xiao Lin is an inconsequential woman, making other people's faces ugly, and she really cares too much about the overall situation.

The old lady turned her head and whispered a few words to the person next to her.

Qiao Weihuan was numbly stepping on her feet, and suddenly felt that the silence next to her suddenly calmed down, and she looked up.

Several familiar people stood in front of her and didn't let her enter the old mansion.

Mo Xilin's face was very heavy, his arm was raised, he put his hand on Qiao Weihuan's shoulder, and shouted coldly, "Get out of the way!" ”

The person on the other side did not move at all, and only said in a deep voice: "This is what the old lady meant." ”

Mo Xilin raised his head, suppressed his surging emotions, and said to the old lady who came over on crutches: "Old lady, the person who grandma was most worried about before her death was Qiao Weihuan, with her guarding the spirit, grandma will walk with peace of mind." ”

The old lady opened her mouth in a hurry, "Life and death are fate, your grandmother has just passed away, you still have a long way to go, and you must be clear at this time." ”

His words were neither light nor serious, and he didn't even mean to ask, but they made Moxie purse his lips in a hurry.

The old lady and Mo Xi understood the reason, turned their heads to look at Qiao Weihuan, and moved with her, and their tone was peaceful and vicissitudes, "Little girl, you are also sensible." It is full of people from the Mo family, and when you go in, you can only find it unpleasant on both sides, this kind of day...... Think about it. ”

"She doesn't have to think about it." Moxie came back to his senses, increased the strength of his hand, and said firmly, "I'll take her in." ”

Unexpectedly, Qiao Weihuan patted his hand and said softly, "I'm not going in." ”

She couldn't go in.

So many people don't want to see her, and if she goes in, it may make grandma even more unstable.

The mourning hall should not be a farce.

Qiao Weihuan pulled away Mo Xilin's hand and raised his pale face and dark eyes, "Old lady, can I just stand here?" ”

The old lady's half-drooping eyelids did not fluctuate in the slightest, and she neither nodded nor shook her head.

Qiao Weihuan lowered her voice softer, "Then let me kowtow to grandma......"

"Qiao Weihuan, if you know each other, you should leave quickly." The lobby brother had a gloomy face and said coldly, "The old lady doesn't want to say anything too ugly...... Can't you see that the Mo family doesn't welcome you? ”

Qiao Weihuan looked at him blankly, and then at the group of indifferent figures behind the old lady, her lips moved, "...... I know. ”

She turned her back, and Moxie subconsciously tried to pull her, but the old woman's gaze was like an awl, sharp and straight through the back of his hand.

After a brief hesitation, the weak and slender back had gone away.

Mo Xilin pinched his eyebrows tiredly, trying to relieve the torment of the dilemma, and the pain in his eyes was so thick that he couldn't dissolve.

He saw Qiao Weihuan stop outside the iron gate, then turned around, faced the old mansion, and knelt down precariously.

Mo Xilin's heart tightened, "Qiao Weihuan! ”

Suddenly, a few shadows stopped in front of him, and the old lady said unhurriedly: "Xiaolin, your grandmother is still inside." ”

Moxi's pushes paused abruptly, and his eyes turned red.

He is the chairman of the Mo family, the only grandson of his grandmother, and he has to deal with the people who come to mourn and support the intricate tree of the Mo family......

Outside the hospital, Qiao Weihuan folded her hands on her knees, kneeling upright, but her neck was slightly bent.

The eyes from all directions fell on her mercilessly, her almost unconscious body couldn't feel this, but every nerve in her head was activated, reproducing every scene between her and Old Madam Mo from acquaintance to today.

Hard-won family affection, no blood love...... After reading it, I suddenly found that compared to what the old lady did for her, she actually did very little for the old lady.

There's no time to repay, and there's no chance.

Suddenly a chill on his eyelids, Qiao Weihuan raised his heavy neck, staring intently at the hazy sky above the old mansion.

It's raining.

There was no lightning or thunder, the sky silently patted the clouds, and small and dense droplets of water rushed to sprinkle down.

Qiao Weihuan's eyes were blindfolded, and his gaze passed through the old mansion from afar, but he still couldn't see the portrait clearly, only a slender figure.

She was so uncomfortable that she bent down uncomfortably, her smooth forehead pressed against the green bricks, and let the laughing droplets of water tear apart on her back.

"Grandma'......"

The rolling thunder exploded in her internal organs, shattering her in a groundbreaking manner, and if she didn't do so, she couldn't suppress the sourness that was about to burst out of her eyes the next moment......

Not far away, Maybachri, who had been parked for a long time, was a cold man, slowly raising the window.

Inside the old mansion, Moxi turned around with a feeling, saw the drizzle in the air, picked up an umbrella, and strode out of the old mansion.

Someone else stopped Mo Xilin, and he kicked him away, and said coldly: "Get out!" ”

The group of people continued with perseverance, and was stopped by the old lady, "Let him go!" ”

Moxilin pushed away the others impatiently, and walked towards the courtyard gate with the wind under his feet, but when he saw the tall and straight shadow, he paused.

When the umbrella above covered the dampness, Qiao Weihuan still didn't get up. She fell to her knees motionless, her long seaweed-like hair sliding down her shoulders and neck and spreading a dull brown on the ground.

"When the external punishment personality is attacked, it often uses relatively more drastic means to relieve the pressure."

He Zhengxiao bent down, and his slender fingers swept away the woman's hair that fell to the ground, touching her cheeks, without touching the wetness.

"Masochistic behavior is a common form of catharsis for the internal punishment personality."

He Zhengxiao exerted force in his hand, and the woman's pale face was revealed little by little. Her fine eyelashes fluttered with the rain fluttering in waves, and her voice fluttered wetly.

"I'm ...... Wake. Grandma was so good to me, I failed her many times, even if they didn't let me in, I should keep a vigil for grandma. ”

"In this way?"

"What else could I do?"

Qiao Weihuan lowered her eyes, avoiding the dark and elegant gaze, "What would you do if it were replaced?" ”

He Zhengxiao slowly and methodically knelt on the ground, the umbrella in his hand tilted, and covered the woman's head and tail under the umbrella.

"Huanhuan, this assumption is not valid."

"I forgot, you have the power to protect anyone."

The man's thumb rubbed her cheek softly, and said gently, "If you want, you can have it." ”

"I don't want ...... You don't have a heart to be strong, but I do. There are so many invisible blood lights around you, you don't care about anyone, it's impossible to know how scared I am, when I'm in the police station, when I'm in Syria, when I see people dying in front of my eyes. ”

The fingers that fell to the ground couldn't help curling, Qiao Weihuan bit her trembling lips, and only inaudible words could come out of her hoarse throat.

"He Zhengxiao, it's too tiring to be a person like you, and it's too tiring for me to like you too......"

"The world is full of uncertainties, there is no normality, only impermanence. The peace of man is an accident, and the accident will end sooner or later, so you can get involved in the waves at any time, no matter who is standing across from you. ”

It doesn't matter if she's in Manchester, the Middle East, or at home.

There is no day when her life will be completely leisurely, without He Zhengxiao, she will still be tired, she will be pulled by all kinds of tedious trivial things, and she can't even protect herself...... Unless she makes up her mind.

Qiao Weihuan's limbs froze uncontrollably, and he asked him in amazement, "What do you want to say?" ”

He Zhengxiao shook the big black umbrella in his hand in the woman's broken eyes, and the raindrops slipped from the edge of the umbrella and seeped into his ironed cold coat one by one.

"Huanhuan, ability and heart, you will inevitably choose one."

You can only choose one.

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Qiao Weihuan reacted for a long time, half a day, and opened her lips as if she had lost her ability to speak, "...... Yes. ”

She was pulled into the car by Mo Xilin, and was taken away from the convenience store in a daze, and then turned her head sluggishly, and saw the little girl waving to them outside the store.

It seems that you can still see the pure sweet pear vortex on that immature cheek.

Gust drove so fast that it seemed like he had arrived at the hospital in the blink of an eye.

The wide open door of the hospital room seemed to be a large mouth that could not be closed, and it was emitting a silent, mournful cry. Qiao Weihuan was pulled to the door of the ward by Mo Xilin in an invisible suppressed cry.

The old man on the hospital bed was calm and was about to be silent. Mu Ne's instrument will only make a "drop" sound after a long time, dutifully showing people that the old man is about to die.

Moxilin walked briskly into the hospital room, kneeling on one knee with red eyes.

Qiao Weihuan's whole body was stiff, and his steps were extremely heavy.

In front of Old Madam Mo, no one stopped her this time. She slowly knelt down beside Mo Xilin and took Madam Mo's old and withered hand.

The hand was like the last dead tree on the parched earth, rough and crunchy, and with a little force, I was afraid it would break.

There was acid surging in Qiao Weihuan's nasal cavity, and it took a lot of strength to suppress it.

"Grandma, I'm here."

Old Madam Mo heard this soft call in the chaotic and closed self-space, and under her half-open eyelids, her misty eyes moved. She wanted to see her grandson and Qiao Weihuan, but the only thing she could do was to bend her fingers with difficulty and respond to the young and caring little hand.

This was Old Madam Mo's last move.

The old man seemed to have been waiting for them, and now that she knew they were coming, she exhaled the last of her cloudy breath, and her serious face relaxed, looking extraordinarily peaceful.

Her soul moved slowly, out of the bitter sea of a lifetime, and stepped onto the endless riverbank.

Maybe the wish has been fulfilled, walking chic and calm, or it may be regretful, lingering in the nothingness and looking back, frequently looking at the other side.

But no one will ever know.

The crying around suddenly became louder, the old-fashioned instrument chirped incomprehensibly, those sounds buzzed in Qiao Weihuan's ears, she raised her hand and pressed it on the tragus, and shook her head lightly, as if she heard the wind.

Mo Xilin's eyes were red, and he explained in a deep tone, "Send grandma back to the old mansion first......

As early as a few days ago, at the moment when the doctor shook his head at him, he was mentally prepared. It's just that when this day comes, tens of millions of catties of catkins are still pressed in his chest, which not only sinks, but also blocks his lungs and makes it difficult for him to breathe.

The crowd in the ward silently sent Mrs. Mo out, and Qiao Weihuan followed the crowd with weak steps, and walked out of the ward calmly. Behind her, the lobby brother stopped Qingqing, who was about to bare his teeth, with an ugly face, and glanced gloomily at Mo Xilin next to Qiao Weihuan.

The group returned to the Mo family's old house, and the mourning hall had been arranged. Everything was orderly, but also heavy and depressing, and unspeakable sadness permeated everyone's heart.

The old lady with a clear face stood outside the old mansion on crutches and waited for them. Seeing Qiao Weihuan coming, he couldn't help but sigh slowly.

This girl didn't do anything, but alas...... Centrifugation is possible.

Before the old man of the Mo family died, he told him to protect this vein, so as not to hand over the country he had worked so hard to fight. Now Xiao Lin is an inconsequential woman, making other people's faces ugly, and she really cares too much about the overall situation.

The old lady turned her head and whispered a few words to the person next to her.

Qiao Weihuan was numbly stepping on her feet, and suddenly felt that the silence next to her suddenly calmed down, and she looked up.

Several familiar people stood in front of her and didn't let her enter the old mansion.

Mo Xilin's face was very heavy, his arm was raised, he put his hand on Qiao Weihuan's shoulder, and shouted coldly, "Get out of the way!" ”

The person on the other side did not move at all, and only said in a deep voice: "This is what the old lady meant." ”

Mo Xilin raised his head, suppressed his surging emotions, and said to the old lady who came over on crutches: "Old lady, the person who grandma was most worried about before her death was Qiao Weihuan, with her guarding the spirit, grandma will walk with peace of mind." ”

The old lady opened her mouth in a hurry, "Life and death are fate, your grandmother has just passed away, you still have a long way to go, and you must be clear at this time." ”

His words were neither light nor serious, and he didn't even mean to ask, but they made Moxie purse his lips in a hurry.

The old lady and Mo Xi understood the reason, turned their heads to look at Qiao Weihuan, and moved with her, and their tone was peaceful and vicissitudes, "Little girl, you are also sensible." It is full of people from the Mo family, and when you go in, you can only find it unpleasant on both sides, this kind of day...... Think about it. ”

"She doesn't have to think about it." Moxie came back to his senses, increased the strength of his hand, and said firmly, "I'll take her in." ”

Unexpectedly, Qiao Weihuan patted his hand and said softly, "I'm not going in." ”

She couldn't go in.

So many people don't want to see her, and if she goes in, it may make grandma even more unstable.

The mourning hall should not be a farce.

Qiao Weihuan pulled away Mo Xilin's hand and raised his pale face and dark eyes, "Old lady, can I just stand here?" ”

The old lady's half-drooping eyelids did not fluctuate in the slightest, and she neither nodded nor shook her head.

Qiao Weihuan lowered her voice softer, "Then let me kowtow to grandma......"

"Qiao Weihuan, if you know each other, you should leave quickly." The lobby brother had a gloomy face and said coldly, "The old lady doesn't want to say anything too ugly...... Can't you see that the Mo family doesn't welcome you? ”

Qiao Weihuan looked at him blankly, and then at the group of indifferent figures behind the old lady, her lips moved, "...... I know. ”

She turned her back, and Moxie subconsciously tried to pull her, but the old woman's gaze was like an awl, sharp and straight through the back of his hand.

After a brief hesitation, the weak and slender back had gone away.

Mo Xilin pinched his eyebrows tiredly, trying to relieve the torment of the dilemma, and the pain in his eyes was so thick that he couldn't dissolve.

He saw Qiao Weihuan stop outside the iron gate, then turned around, faced the old mansion, and knelt down precariously.

Mo Xilin's heart tightened, "Qiao Weihuan! ”

Suddenly, a few shadows stopped in front of him, and the old lady said unhurriedly: "Xiaolin, your grandmother is still inside." ”

Moxi's pushes paused abruptly, and his eyes turned red.

He is the chairman of the Mo family, the only grandson of his grandmother, and he has to deal with the people who come to mourn and support the intricate tree of the Mo family......

Outside the hospital, Qiao Weihuan folded her hands on her knees, kneeling upright, but her neck was slightly bent.

The eyes from all directions fell on her mercilessly, her almost unconscious body couldn't feel this, but every nerve in her head was activated, reproducing every scene between her and Old Madam Mo from acquaintance to today.

Hard-won family affection, no blood love...... After reading it, I suddenly found that compared to what the old lady did for her, she actually did very little for the old lady.

There's no time to repay, and there's no chance.

Suddenly a chill on his eyelids, Qiao Weihuan raised his heavy neck, staring intently at the hazy sky above the old mansion.

It's raining.

There was no lightning or thunder, the sky silently patted the clouds, and small and dense droplets of water rushed to sprinkle down.

Qiao Weihuan's eyes were blindfolded, and his gaze passed through the old mansion from afar, but he still couldn't see the portrait clearly, only a slender figure.

She was so uncomfortable that she bent down uncomfortably, her smooth forehead pressed against the green bricks, and let the laughing droplets of water tear apart on her back.

"Grandma'......"

The rolling thunder exploded in her internal organs, shattering her in a groundbreaking manner, and if she didn't do so, she couldn't suppress the sourness that was about to burst out of her eyes the next moment......

Not far away, Maybachri, who had been parked for a long time, was a cold man, slowly raising the window.

Inside the old mansion, Moxi turned around with a feeling, saw the drizzle in the air, picked up an umbrella, and strode out of the old mansion.

Someone else stopped Mo Xilin, and he kicked him away, and said coldly: "Get out!" ”

The group of people continued with perseverance, and was stopped by the old lady, "Let him go!" ”

Moxilin pushed away the others impatiently, and walked towards the courtyard gate with the wind under his feet, but when he saw the tall and straight shadow, he paused.

When the umbrella above covered the dampness, Qiao Weihuan still didn't get up. She fell to her knees motionless, her long seaweed-like hair sliding down her shoulders and neck and spreading a dull brown on the ground.

"When the external punishment personality is attacked, it often uses relatively more drastic means to relieve the pressure."

He Zhengxiao bent down, and his slender fingers swept away the woman's hair that fell to the ground, touching her cheeks, without touching the wetness.

"Masochistic behavior is a common form of catharsis for the internal punishment personality."

He Zhengxiao exerted force in his hand, and the woman's pale face was revealed little by little. Her fine eyelashes fluttered with the rain fluttering in waves, and her voice fluttered wetly.

"I'm ...... Wake. Grandma was so good to me, I failed her many times, even if they didn't let me in, I should keep a vigil for grandma. ”

"In this way?"

"What else could I do?"

Qiao Weihuan lowered her eyes, avoiding the dark and elegant gaze, "What would you do if it were replaced?" ”

He Zhengxiao slowly and methodically knelt on the ground, the umbrella in his hand tilted, and covered the woman's head and tail under the umbrella.

"Huanhuan, this assumption is not valid."

"I forgot, you have the power to protect anyone."

The man's thumb rubbed her cheek softly, and said gently, "If you want, you can have it." ”

"I don't want ...... You don't have a heart to be strong, but I do. There are so many invisible blood lights around you, you don't care about anyone, it's impossible to know how scared I am, when I'm in the police station, when I'm in Syria, when I see people dying in front of my eyes. ”

The fingers that fell to the ground couldn't help curling, Qiao Weihuan bit her trembling lips, and only inaudible words could come out of her hoarse throat.

"He Zhengxiao, it's too tiring to be a person like you, and it's too tiring for me to like you too......"

"The world is full of uncertainties, there is no normality, only impermanence. The peace of man is an accident, and the accident will end sooner or later, so you can get involved in the waves at any time, no matter who is standing across from you. ”

It doesn't matter if she's in Manchester, the Middle East, or at home.

There is no day when her life will be completely leisurely, without He Zhengxiao, she will still be tired, she will be pulled by all kinds of tedious trivial things, and she can't even protect herself...... Unless she makes up her mind.

Qiao Weihuan's limbs froze uncontrollably, and he asked him in amazement, "What do you want to say?" ”

He Zhengxiao shook the big black umbrella in his hand in the woman's broken eyes, and the raindrops slipped from the edge of the umbrella and seeped into his ironed cold coat one by one.

"Huanhuan, ability and heart, you will inevitably choose one."

You can only choose one.

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