Crystal water splashes from the silver-white metal faucet, a slender stream of water rolls up a tiny swirl in the transparent glass, and a delicate palm presses on the faucet's switch before the water spills out of the glass.

Putting the glass filled with water aside, the girl tore open the package of the toothpaste with a hazy sleepiness and squeezed the toothpaste onto the disposable toothbrush. After gargling with the cup, the girl picked up a toothbrush and put it in her mouth and began to brush her teeth.

The girl in the mirror is wearing white pajamas, with long black hair, and her face is delicate and moving. Pink lips are slightly lathered and glowing in the pale sunlight.

Three minutes later.

Looking at the girl in the mirror holding a black hair with a strange charm and charm, Mo Ling hooked the rubber band on his mouth with his thumb and stretched his hand to the back of his head.

In just a few days, the instincts of this body had merged with her habits. Only her own thinking made Mo Ling clearly realize that he was still him, and now she was just a different shell.

……

Walking out of the room, Mo Ling raised his eyes and saw Chen Jia, who happened to enter through the door, and raised his hand to greet him: "Good morning, Sister Chen Jia." ”

Looking at Mo Ling, who was wearing casual clothes and yawning, Chen Jia suddenly showed a fox-like smile on his face: "Good morning, Brother Xia Huang." ”

Mo Ling walked to the living room window with a calm face, and stretched out his hand to open the curtains: "What about the team leader?" Now that the mission is complete, has he scheduled a time to return? ”

Facing Mo Ling's actions, Chen Jia showed a surprised expression on his face: "Eh! Xia Huang, aren't you surprised why I call you brother, and don't you want to know why I call you brother? ”

"What's there to care about here? It's nothing more than a naïve childish counterattack! Mo Ling leaned against the window, inserted his thumb into the root of his hair and slowly pulled the hair behind his ear.

Looking at the charming and moving figure in the morning light, Chen Jia's heart did not fluctuate, and he raised his chin at Mo Ling with his arms and snorted softly.

"I'm not doing a childish counterattack, the reason why I call your brother is because of Xia Huang's undulating heart, which makes me feel more appropriate to call your brother."

Chen Jia showed a smug smile in his heart, he learned from the book that most girls care about their figures, and she uses this as a counterattack, just to treat others in the way of others.

"Eh, I didn't say that Sister Chen Jia is a naïve child, why did Sister Chen Jia take it by herself? But this image is unexpectedly suitable. Mo Ling tilted his head as he spoke, with a doting smile on his face.

"As for the title of Xia Huang's younger brother, if Sister Chen Jia likes it, then call it so."

Chen Jia looked at Mo Ling with wide eyes and stunned, and suddenly stretched out to cover his eyes and shouted at Mo Ling: "Don't speak with such a hypocritical expression, my eyes are blinded by you." ”

"Hey, isn't it hypocritical? I don't think so. Mo Ling asked with a puzzled look. Although it was only for a moment, she saw a teardrop slipping out of her eye.

"In short, don't talk in that tone in the future! I don't know when I'm going back, the guy from the team leader hasn't gotten up yet, I'll call you when he wakes up. When Chen Jia's palm was taken away again, he still showed that optimistic face.

"Then I'll trouble you, Sister Chen Jia." Mo Ling raised his hand and walked towards the door.

Before closing the door, Mo Ling's voice squeezed into the living room through the crack in the door: "I think it's better not to bury many things in your heart, Sister Chen Jia, we are partners in the same boat through thick and thin!" ”

There was a "click", and the door and door frame were closed tightly, leaving no gaps.

Mo Ling leaned against the door quietly, her pink tongue sliding between her lips: "As partners, interesting things should be shared with each other, shouldn't they?" ”

……

"Mausoleum Hill Cemetery?"

"Yes."

"Is this young lady going to pay respects to her deceased relatives and friends? Although it is a bit rude to ask this, but does the lady need a flower basket, my friend can have a discount. ”

"No, you don't."

"Oh, that's rude."

This is the mausoleum cemetery in the northwest of Wucheng, and the continuous green hills are connected by a road. The bones of tens of thousands of people are buried in this mountainous area, and the dreams of countless people are also buried.

Just two hours ago, a new resident was ushered in, a girl under the age of ten named Xiao Ru. Xiao Ru's funeral was very simple, Xiao's father plus a few hired workers.

Although the federal government and the military forces of the Leng family did not make any moves against Xiao Yun's friends and family, just the wanted warrant for Xiao Yun made Xiao's father's situation extremely difficult.

On the winding mountain road, Mo Ling leaned on a pine and cypress, looking at a new grave erected in the distance and the man next to the grave. The cloak was buttoned on her head, blocking the sun from the sky and half of her face.

The taxi driver looked at the girl's figure and hesitated for a long time, and finally chose to speak: "Although it is very rude to say this, I think if it is your friend, it is better to worship it in person." ”

"That's not my friend, and I'm not qualified to worship." The girl's cold voice froze the smile on the taxi driver's face.

The taxi driver silently closed his mouth, secretly disdainful in his heart: "This beautiful girl doesn't seem to have a good heart." If you don't plan to bring a flower basket or worship, you can say that the person is not qualified to do so. ”

"I'm feeling pain, because it's the source of motivation, and I would never let such a tragedy happen to me." The girl clenched her fists lightly, and her voice was filled with a cold chill.

[Is it a joke to say that pain is the source of motivation?] Love and justice are the source of motivation. The driver continued to keep his mouth shut, and he continued to complain in his heart.

Although this sentence is very faulty, the driver did not fail to say it, after all, he didn't want to provoke a character like a girl who looked very troublesome.

The girl suddenly remembered something, and took out a lollipop in her pocket. Looking at the lollipop girl in her hand, she hesitated for a moment, and slowly peeled it off with her green jade fingers.

Lollipops are cheap for less than a federal dollar because the heat has begun to melt. A cold wind swept in, and the candy wrappers were wrapped in the air currents and staggered towards the new grave in the distance.

[It turns out that because the family economy is not good, I can't even afford a flower basket, and I'm afraid that I will be looked down upon for worshipping in person? The cheap lollipop made the young driver's image of the girl change slightly.

"Mr. Driver, it's time to go back." The girl had a lollipop in her mouth and shouted at the young driver in a muffled voice.

[Alas, I'm so stupid, really! If the family's economic conditions are not good, how can it cost dozens of yuan in fares just to see the grave for a few minutes? 】

Seeing the girl sit firmly in the car, the young driver started the engine. In the rearview mirror of the car, the candy wrappers hovering in the air have fallen somewhere.

[It's really polluting the environment!] In the young driver's complaint, the car went towards the road from which it came.