Chapter 233: She can't go home, why can he go home

However, he was too sober, he knew everything, knew that he was uncomfortable, knew that he missed her, and knew that he was about to be unable to hold on to what he wanted her.

The phone rang, rang for a long time, Yun Mo took out the phone, he just glanced at it and hung up.

It's from the old house.

The phone rang again, and he hung up.

Mu Shen followed the voice and looked over, his lips opened, and he stopped.

After a few calls on his mobile phone, he didn't plan to stop, Yun Mo rubbed his eyebrows, I don't know if he was dizzy from alcohol, or what, his head stabbed on the ground.

After a long pause, he picked up the phone: "Hey." ”

"Back to Xiangcheng?"

Yun Mo glanced at the number: "Brother." ”

Yun resigned and returned to the old mansion, taking Man Ru with him, he walked to the door, and his voice was a little lower: "Why don't you go home?" ”

"There's something going on out there." Yun Mo got up from the sofa and put on his hat: "You accompany them, I won't go back." ”

"Yun Mo, I know you can't get over it in your heart, it's been a year, you can't never go home forever."

Everything on his face followed, the army also went, and no one looked for it, and everywhere looked like ordinary people, but everyone knew it.

He was very childish and angry, and he was angry that the people he had carefully hidden were driven away by others.

Yun Ci's words didn't stop: "Grandma misses you too, and I've had trouble with my dad many times, so I'll go home and see if I have timeβ€”β€”"

The bar was very dark, the colorful lights were dazzling, and Yun Mo lowered his hat a lot: "Brother, she can't go home, why can I go home." ”

There was no response on the other side of the phone.

That's right.

The book kite is also just a girl.

No matter how brave and tenacious she is, she is actually very fragile, and she knows that she can't reverse other people's decisions, so she left all the good and hid with everyone's malice.

No one knows if it's a good time or a hidden in the shadows licking the wounds.

But Yun Mo knew that she must be very bad now.

She's not having a good time, she doesn't have a home.

Why is he doing well, and why is he having a home to go back to?

It was evening when Yun Mo returned to the maple forest, the sky was red, reflected on his face, and his eyes were lonely.

There is a slight chirping of cicadas outside on summer nights.

The door next to him was pushed open, and Ke Lan walked out: "I'm back." ”

The flesh and bones were squeezed out of her legs, bouncing, and flicking her tail: "Wangwang~"

Yun Mo responded, and the tiredness in his eyelids was very strong.

He answered, pushed the door open, and entered the house.

All the facilities in the house have not changed, her shoes are in the hallway, her usual coat hangs from the coat rack, she is afraid of the cold, and she has a scarf.

All the appearances have not changed, except for a trace of temperature.

He still remembered that because she was afraid of the cold, the air conditioner would be turned on, and the whole house was warm, and he came back from the police, and as soon as he entered the house, she stood in the house and smiled, and all the cold temperature dissipated.

But now, the house is cold and cold, even on summer nights, it is cold and pantothenic.

Yun Mo suddenly understood.

What he needed was never the warmth that made people comfortable, but the person who unconsciously broke into his heart and warmed his whole heart with a smile.

He still remembered clearly, it was very dark that rainy night, and the book kite turned her face sideways, and her eyelashes stained with rain and mist were very long, and they were slightly lifted, and he looked over and saw her eyes.

Very clean and clean.

It was a stark contrast to the gloomy rainy night.

The book kite lives in the shadows, and she wants a very clean and bright sun, so she folds her wings and gives the sun to others first.

Meat bones: "Wow~"

The little guy grabbed him at the leg of his trousers, and kept screaming, pitifully.