Chapter XII

Following

Mo Zishu got up very early, dragged her small suitcase and went out.

"Brother, why are you here?" When she went out, Mo Zishu found that Mo Jun had parked the car outside the door and was waiting for her.

"Little Ancestor, I don't want you to come here in person, and then take a detour to the airport." Mo Jun's long figure leaned beside the white car, still carrying breakfast in his hand.

"Everything is in the car, get in the car." Mo Jun handed the breakfast to Mo Zishu, took her suitcase and put it in the trunk.

"Dad, I don't know." Mo Zishu nibbled on the xiaolongbao and spit out a little unclear.

"I'm helping you hide it for two days at most, you didn't come home yesterday, he misses you." Mo Jun showed an expression of helplessness.

"Then it's no problem, I'll be there by then." Mo Zishu was relieved.

The white sedan drove out of Qingtai Garden, followed by a black sedan.

"Hey, where are they going now, on the same road." Nachuan has always been a fuss.

Fu Qingyuan ignored Na Chuan, but looked at the message sent to him by Helian Baimu on his mobile phone: ZS took the order last night.

He lowered his head, thinking about something in his mind, ZS has not taken orders for a long time, and orders will not be made of great fanfare, she will only consider it if someone comes to the door.

"Pick up from country M." Immediately afterwards, Helian Baimu sent another message.

"Is it in country M?" Fu Qingyuan guessed in his heart, but he was not sure, some time ago it was rumored that ZS returned to the city in country H, but when they looked for it, they did not find a trace.

"Airport rendezvous." Fu Qingyuan sent a message to the past, and he stopped looking at his phone, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze was distant

"I'm going in below, brother, go back first, those old Dong are already impatient." Mo Zishu looked at the screen on the computer, the surveillance video of the conference room on the top floor of Mo Jun's company, and wanted to laugh inexplicably.

"You, you." Mo Jun has no way to take Mo Zishu, who calls him this sister a technical stream.

Mo Zishu took her things and left without looking back, but when she was about to disappear into the flow of people, Mo Zishu didn't turn around and beckoned behind.

"Big brother, it's her." Fu Qingyuan Nachuan had just joined Helian Baimu when he found Mo Zishu's figure.

"Hmm." Fu Qingyuan's expression was indifferent, he looked at Mo Zishu's back, and then withdrew his gaze for a while.

"Why, you know." Helian Baimu was a little puzzled, looking at the back, it was quite good-looking.

"You didn't read the group message yesterday? It's also that you're so busy, I'll tell you, our eldest brother has a chance, and he took the initiative to find someone else's little girl to ask for WeChat. Nachuan kept talking like a little trumpet.

At this time, Mo Zishu, who felt that someone was watching her behind her, looked back, narrowed her good-looking excessive eyes, and then left.

"I'll go, it's so sharp, she's so sensitive." Nachuan's heart jumped, and so did Helian Baimu beside him.

"Let's go." Fu Qingyuan's thin lips opened lightly and left first.

After boarding the plane, Mo Zishu sat in her place, put on headphones and focused on the computer.

Because she was afraid of trouble, she chose the first class, how comfortable it is to sit alone.

"It's really fateful." When Na Chuan entered the first-class cabin, he saw Mo Zishu looking down at the computer.

Fu Qingyuan and Helian Baimu looked at it together, much calmer than Na Chuan.

Mo Zishu didn't notice Fu Qingyuan and his party sitting behind her because she was wearing headphones.

"ZS, you took the order last night?" In a QQ group on the computer, the person called the demon Aite made her.

Mo Zishu raised her eyebrows, and quickly replied to the message, "Well, have fun." ”

"A big guy is a big guy, he comes and goes without a trace." A man named Wind Chime also sent a message.

"Each other, each other." Mo Zishu smiled and closed the page.

It was that hour's flight that made Mo Zishu feel physically and mentally exhausted, and after getting off the plane, he walked out non-stop and got into a taxi booked in advance.

Fu Qingyuan and his entourage got off the plane and had a special car to pick them up, it was not so troublesome, the three of them walked in the airport very eye-catching, many girls wanted to go up to WeChat, but helplessly, Fu Qingyuan, who was the leader, was too cold, and Helian Baimu on the side was too wooden, which made the group of girls stop.

"I wanted her to come with us, so soon." Nachuan can't find Mo Zishu's person anymore.

Mo Zishu got out of a taxi and arrived at the department store, where she picked out a black dress, a black jacket, and a pair of black stilettos, and then bought an umbrella by the way, because it was already raining when she took the car.

When she arrived at the bathroom in the mall, Mo Zishu changed her clothes, her hair was not pulled up, but draped behind her, and she looked taller and thinner in high heels.

Looking at her pale face in the mirror, Mo Zishu reluctantly raised a smile, today is that person's death day, that's why she rushed over in such a hurry, I don't know how many still remember her.

Mo Zishu took out a lipstick in her bag and gently applied it to her lips, and after a while, her originally pale face became gorgeous.

After getting all this done, Mo Zishu let go of half of his heart.

When I went out of the mall, I saw a flower shop next to me and went in and asked for a bouquet of yellow daisies.

"This sister, anyone who buys flowers today can write a greeting card for free, do you need it?" The owner of the flower shop was a little girl, she had never seen such a good-looking person, not even the stars on TV did not look amazing as her, but she didn't understand why such a beautiful girl, those eyes were full of sadness.

"Okay." Mo Zishu hesitated, but agreed.

The owner of the flower shop quickly picked out a greeting card for Mo Zishu and brought a signature pen.

Mo Zishu took a deep breath, she didn't know what to write, as if she didn't have anything to write, and as if she wanted to tell her everything, everything in the past flashed through her mind one by one.

The owner of the flower shop did not urge, just waited quietly, and time condensed into a painting, beautiful and flowing with endless sadness.

In the end, Mo Zishu wrote: "I will live well for you and see this beautiful world for you." ”

The handwriting is clear but with a sharpness, and it carries all the wordless words to heaven.

"Thank you." Mo Zishu held up a black umbrella and walked into the rain, and finally disappeared.

It is very close to the cemetery, only ten minutes walk.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the world became ethereal and blurry, and I couldn't see the people passing by in front of me, nor could I see the world clearly.

"I've come to see you, Dream." Mo Zishu gently placed the delicate and bright yellow daisy in front of a tombstone, the photo on the tombstone was washed by the rain, and it was no longer clear to see, but her touch in her heart brightened little by little.

Mo Zishu stood quietly in front of the tombstone with an umbrella without saying a word, and kept looking at the photo, with despair, redemption and sorrow in her eyes.

The wind mixed with the rain drifted into Mo Zishu's clothes, it was very cold and cold, but the heart was even colder.

Just like that, she stood in the rain for half an hour before turning away, soaking wet and covered with black hair.