"Boss An, you can really find tea sets everywhere!" Qian Lian and Liu Muxian were dazzled, if this was a small exhibition hall, the exhibits were really dazzling.

"Have a drink? At this time, you can personally drink the tea cooked by your boss! An Ju quipped and poured a glass for Qian Lian and Liu Muxian.

"Won't it be bitter?" Liu Muxian took a sip of tea, not as bitter as he imagined, but full of fragrance, and couldn't help but drink it all.

"You and Qianlian are quite similar, and when you drink tea, it's all cow drink." An Ju looked at the two of them with empty teacups and added another cup to them.

"I'm like him, but I've just walked around and I'm a little thirsty." Liu Muxian sat down embarrassedly and tasted it in small sips.

"Huh? What about Sister Ai and Brother Qiming? I could smell the kitchen, but neither of them were. Qianlian didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, no matter what others said, he simply took the kettle and the cup and poured water directly.

"It's still early before the time to eat, and the soup has to be stewed for a while, so Qiming will take Xiao Ai to visit."

"Why don't you call me for a visit, I also want to take a look around, those doors are closed, I'm not embarrassed to open them, it's not polite to have Brother Qiming with you."

Qian Lian was just about to get up when he was ripped off by Liu Muxian.

"Sister Ai is the hostess here, what kind of fun are you an outsider coming along!" Liu Muxian looked like a child who could not be taught, and glanced at Qianlian.

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"My mother moved back when she got sick, and my mother was seriously ill and died, and then my grandparents also left, and I was picked up by that person. Fortunately, my grandparents took care of it when they were alive, and a good friend of my mother asked someone to come over from time to time to maintain and clean it, otherwise I don't know what the place would have been dilapidated when I came back. ”

Ai Mo sat on the swing under the tree and watched Mu Qiming standing in front of the two-story building, he stared quietly, as if he was in touch with this building. A house, like a person, will slowly decay without a heart, but a house that carries love can go through the cycle of centuries and remain the same.

"This yard is so beautiful, if it's the season of warm flowers, it must look better." Mugwort looked around at the flower beds that could be seen almost everywhere, and occasionally there were some flowers that had not yet completely withered, stubbornly blooming with the last beauty.

"These are all planted by my mother when she was alive, and some of them were planted when she was sick and came back to raise them. At first, my mother was still bothered about the company's affairs, but later found that she had no power to return to heaven, so she gave up. The doctor said that she lived for half a year longer, probably because of this relief. ”

Whenever Mu Qiming mentioned her mother, Ai Mo could always feel a touch of sadness, and she couldn't tell whether it was from her heart or from Mu Qiming. But for everything in the past, I am afraid that only Mu Qiming's mother can shake his heartstrings.

Ai Mo stretched out his hand and silently held Mu Qiming's, standing side by side with him.

"Let's go, I'll take you to my mother's room."

Ai Mo nodded, followed him to the door of a room, I thought that the room would be the same as the outside, with all kinds of ornaments full of life, but I didn't expect that except for some daily necessities and furniture, there was almost nothing superfluous.

"Mother likes simplicity."

"Is that the same in your room?" Ai Mo remembered how she felt when she first came to Mu Qiming's office, except for the necessary office supplies, there was almost no superfluous personal belongings.

But when she arrived at Mu Qiming's room, Ai Mo realized what real simplicity was, a bed, a bedside table, a lamp, a computer desk, a laptop, and a built-in wardrobe, nothing more. The dust everywhere is spotless, and the colors are the most common wood color and white, if you don't say that this is at home, I'm afraid anyone who sees the photos here will think that this is a hotel room.

Ai Moben also felt a little embarrassed to visit Mu Qiming's room, but now he didn't feel this way at all, so he walked in unconsciously, opened the sliding door of the wardrobe, and hung a white shirt and suit neatly on one side. The furnishings and clothes in the room are as meticulous as Mu Qiming.

"There's really no life here."

"Probably a habit developed by living with that person."

"Accustomed to it?" Ai Mo sighed secretly, losing his loved ones one after another, and living a life under the fence, with Mu Qiming's personality, I am afraid that he will not say anything bitter. His uncle's family only regarded him as a tool to get the last bit of oil and water from Yunhui Intelligence, and Mu Qiming's life under the fence in those years must have no sense of belonging.

Seeing a touch of sadness flowing across Ai Mo's face, Mu Qiming smiled and said, "It's really just a habit now. ”

Ai Mo nodded and said no more, but the loneliness and loneliness brought by this room lingered for a long time.

Many people say that people who are good at cooking are often full of enthusiasm for life, but at this moment, Ai Mo watched Mu Qiming skillfully finish one dish after another, but felt that there were exceptions to everything. Some people's adeptness at some things stems from the absence of others, and when one lives in this empty house, one can only pour all one's focus on life into one thing for solace.

Yu Mu Qiming may be looking for life in the fireworks, and Yu Lanrui may be looking for virtual satisfaction in various games.

She somewhat understands why a top student majoring in computer science, obviously with outstanding skills, has to choose to be a professional online game player. It's not that she can't rely on technology to eat, but she indulges in various popular games in pursuit of a sense of achievement. Perhaps the freshness and excitement of online games can give her more warmth to life than the cold data code.

The table in the living room was filled with all kinds of dishes, and Annan almost recovered from his dazed and dozing state under the lure of the aroma, and when he saw that everyone had already moved his chopsticks, he yelled that it was too uninteresting to eat.

"Wow, Sister Ai, the soup you boiled is still so delicious!" Qian Lian had just finished drinking a bowl and filled another bowl, as if he was not afraid of being hot.

Annan was not to be outdone, and before he finished eating the bowl, he looked at the pot, as if he was afraid that Qianlian would serve a pot.

Everyone was laughing, eating and drinking, maybe they were familiar enough with each other, and the atmosphere was much more lively and comfortable than the last dinner. After eating and drinking, Liu Muxian rolled up his sleeves and cleaned up without saying a word, and didn't let Mu Qiming and Ai Mo do it again, and even pulled up Qianlian, cleaned up the entire kitchen and restaurant, and then everyone said goodbye and left together.