Yes, Xiang Qing agreed, she wanted to accompany Mo Zixuan and not leave......

Maybe no one knows that Xiang Qing had already booked a ticket to a foreign country before she came, and the money was given to her by her father.

She wanted to leave, and it just so happened that she had some money in her hand.

She thought that there was nothing wrong with Mo Zixuan, or, even if there was, it was not a big deal, and what hurdle could not be overcome by such a god-like man?

But now, when she saw such a depressed, such a dull and godless man, and saw him so down, her heart was already numb with pain.

At that moment, Xiang Qing really understood, Mo Zixuan, for himself...... It's not as simple as lovers anymore.

Once upon a time, he was his spiritual pillar, and now he is a man he will never forget, forever ......

I don't know, is it because the bond between the two was lifted, the wind and snow outside the window listened, and after a long night of heavy snow, the sun finally came out and cleared......

"Mo Zixuan, look, the weather is getting better?" Xiang Qing didn't sleep all night, she helped the man on the bed cover the quilt, and her face was full of smiles.

Looking at the still faint expression on that handsome face, Xiang Qing's heart was slightly lost, the corners of her mouth were smiling, but her heart was dripping blood.

The Mo Zixuan in front of him was a stranger, a soul who was completely absent from the world, but so what?

Xiang Qing leaned her little head on the man's chest, she looked at his empty black eyes, her small hand grabbed his big hand, it was a kind of bone-chilling coldness, no matter how hard Xiang Qing tried, she couldn't warm it.

But it doesn't matter, what we have is time.

She never believed that Mo Zixuan would be so cruel, so ruthless to abandon her again, yes, this time, she was wrong, it was her own who left first, so he would be so depressed.

There was a hot warmth in his chest, the man's dark pupils blinked, and his big hands trembled slightly, as if he was repulsing the warmth.

He's cold, and he doesn't like to have that warmth to invade his world.

Despite the slight movements, Xiang Qing was still very happy, because he seemed to have reacted, raised his head, and looked at the man's handsome face, but he was still disappointed.

In Mo Zixuan's eyes, she couldn't see the slightest difference, she was still so empty, so sluggish.

"Mo Zixuan, you're so annoying, can't you talk to me?" Once, Xiang Qing liked to stay quietly with Mo Zixuan, but now, she was afraid of this suffocating atmosphere.

The weak breath retracted in his ears, and Xiang Qing could feel his presence, but he was still panicked in his heart.

She will always accompany him, but she has no confidence to restore Mo Zixuan to his original appearance, in fact, for Xiang Qing, whether it is him now or him before, it is the same.

However, the stubborn Xiang Qing knew that Mo Zixuan was empty on the surface now, but it must be very painful, perhaps, somewhere, he was sitting in a fierce ideological struggle.

Whether to continue to immerse herself in that blank world, or to come back and be her sunny Mo Zixuan.

The empty eyes slowly closed, and Mo Zixuan subconsciously wanted to push Xiang Qing's body away, but when the hands were about to touch, he slowly put them down.

There was a small voice in his heart, and he said, don't ...... Don't push her away.

But who is it? Who's talking?

There was a slight pain in his head, and the man made a decision both physically and mentally, and escaped into another black world.

Is he asleep?

Xiang Qing looked at his closed eyes, she slowly got up, and saw that he had indeed fallen asleep, so she really put her mind at ease.

However, Xiang Qing knew that maybe sleeping was not a good thing for Mo Zixuan, and the more he slept, the more blurred his consciousness became.

Perhaps, in a short time, everything will be buried deep in some unknown place, never to see the light of day again.

The little hand caressed the man's handsome face, Xiang Qing smiled bitterly, and kissed his white forehead, although it was slightly cool, that, that feeling, told Xiang Qing that he was still the same him.

Even though, he doesn't know her now.

To be honest, Xiang Qing was still very relieved, because her aunt told her that Mo Zixuan rejected everyone, and he refused everyone's approach, but he acquiesced to her.

When she opened the door, Mo Zixuan's aunt had already prepared breakfast, red dates and white fungus porridge, xiaolongbao, fragrant, but at the dinner table, no one had an appetite.

"Is it still like that?" My aunt already had gray hair in her ears, but it was only a short year, but it was a long century.

"Yes." Xiang Qing lowered her head, there was loss in her eyes, but there was still hope.

Even if he can't go back to the past, then, he will accompany him, at least, on that road, he will not be alone.

"Let's eat something, so that you can have the strength to take care of Zixuan?" My aunt understands that the only thing she can count on now is Xiang Qing.

Because, at this moment, Mo Zixuan was rejecting everyone's approach, Wen Zi had come, but when she tried to get closer, Mo Zixuan went crazy and threw things, holding her head, looking very painful.

But for Xiang Qing, he is very calm and rational, although he doesn't know what is left in his mind.

Perhaps, is it a residual memory?

"Yes." Xiang Qing picked up the spoon, she took a sip, but she felt very uncomfortable, and she wanted to cry uncomfortably, "He...... Will you be hungry? ”

Since Xiang Qing came back yesterday, that man didn't even eat a mouthful, Xiang Qing fed him, he just turned his head lightly, and when he was in a hurry, he would frown.

"The doctor injected the nutrient solution, I don't know ......," said this, and my aunt's voice choked, "how long can it last." ”

"He'll be fine." Xiang Qing put down the spoon in her hand, she really couldn't eat anything, got up, poured a glass of water on her head, and drank two sips hard.

In the next battle, she has to fight well.

"By the way......" approaching, Xiang Qing looked at the tightly closed door of the bedroom, looked at Mo Zixuan's aunt, her eyes were already red and swollen, and handed a tissue to Xiang Qing.

"Auntie, Cheng Jiaming said that once, Mo Zixuan had such a situation, is it true?"

"Yes." The aunt nodded, and the tears began to fall again.

"yes, what's going on?" Xiang Qing sat down, her eyes were also swollen, looking at her aunt, she thought, Mo Zixuan would wake up in the past, so, is it, it okay now?

"At that time." As if falling into a memory, my aunt looked at Xiang Qing, but her eyes were in a trance, "Zixuan's first illness should have been when he was 10 years old." ”

"10 years old?" Xiang Qing only felt cruel, at the age of 10, he was just a child, what would make a child like this.

What were you doing when you were 10 years old? It should be the age to have fun with the friends in the yard.

Everything began to change slowly, in Xiang Qing's memory, his childhood, was still quite happy, and at that time, the relationship between his parents was also very good.

"Maybe you don't believe it, the reason why Zixuan fell ill was because of his parents...... At that time, ah......" Slowly, Mo Zixuan's aunt fell into memory.

001, City B

Compared with the metropolis, the poor small towns are not half a star worse, and Mo Zixuan's facial features at that time have gradually become outstanding.

Delicate children are different in the hearts of adults.

At that time, although Mo Zixuan's body was only wearing ordinary washed and somewhat whitish clothes, that temperament and demonic face made everyone admire and love everyone

Adults always see the child for the first time in the pile, and someone will offer to give him candy, steamed buns, and even drinks.

It's all Grandma Wen's good life, her son and daughter-in-law are so good, and the children born will definitely be the kind of disaster to the country and the people by looking at their faces.

Grandma Wen smiled, laboriously pulled out her grandson from the small circle surrounded by little girls, took his little hand, and walked back to the house.

His favorite chicken cake is still steaming in the kitchen.

At that time, Mo Zixuan had already seen his demeanor for the first time, he was young, but he was not as naughty as other boys, he was very quiet, quiet and a little melancholy.

In fact, Mo Zixuan at that time, although he was young, knew everything very well in his heart.

He wanted to see his parents, and he hadn't seen them since he was born, and he really wanted to see what his parents looked like.

"Grandma, will Mom and Dad not love me?" The little Mo Zixuan was holding the windowsill, there was a faint light in her dark eyes, and the chicken cake next to her was bubbling hot, which filled his expression.

"How so? Later, they will come to see you. Grandma Wen patted Mo Zixuan's little back and smiled dotingly, but tears oozed from her eyes.

Poor child, how can I comfort you.

Grandma Wen didn't want to make her grandson sad, but the same wait slowly passed for another year, and on Mo Zixuan's tenth birthday, he finally met the so-called parents.

They were glamorous and drove to grandma's house in a big black car.

Despite his slight shyness, he stepped forward and hugged the woman in the white mink coat, with a faint scent of osmanthus on her body.

The woman was stunned, her face froze, and she hugged him back.

He thought, his mother's embrace was very warm, and those, those resentments, seemed to be gone.

Maybe as Grandma said, they are just busy, very busy, and they love themselves......

But......

When he rushed to the closed door with his treasured candy, he found that the door was locked, and he turned his ears to hear the voices of men and women in unison.

Grandma said, you take Ah Xuan with you, he misses you very much.

Dad said, Mom, it's not realistic.

Mom said, Mom, we can't take care of it, Ah Xuan will bring it to you.

Grandma seemed to be angry, and the kind old man got up, with a slight flush on his face, and roared, "Ah Xuan is also your child, as a parent, have you ever been kind to him?" ”

Later, little Mo Zixuan cried, he closed his eyes, threw the iron box in his hand to the small river outside the door, and sat there quietly for a long, long time......