Hearing this, Cheng Mo turned his head to look at her, his chin was originally resting on her shoulder, but at this moment, he turned his head to look at her, and the distance of his eyes was very close.

Ye Tang also turned his head sideways, just facing his close face, close eyes, Ye Tang hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled, and then kissed him on the mouth, "If you don't want to say it, forget it." I have no intention of picking your scars. ”

"Eight." Cheng Mo didn't want to say it, and said the answer in a calm voice, "When I was eight years old." ”

Ye Tang rinsed the cups and saucers, then turned his head to look at him again.

Cheng Mo's voice was still calm and quiet, as if, after so many years, no matter how hideous the scars were at that time, they had already been numb to pain, and now they could show others with an expressionless face.

As for whether it still hurts, how much it hurts, and how long it will hurt. It didn't matter, anyway, judging from his expressionless and calm face, it was as if everything had healed.

"I didn't want to say it." Cheng Mo said, "I don't know how much you've heard and know from Ati and your cousin, so some don't know where to start, it's not a good experience, and it's always unpleasant to talk about." ”

After Cheng Mo finished speaking, he pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, it was a smile, but he was a little reluctant and a little weak, and the curvature of the corners of his lips was like a barb, hooking into Ye Tang's heart, pulling out a sharp pain.

"When I was eight years old, my mother had a heart attack in front of my eyes, there was no one who could help, only me, so that the heavens should not call the earth to fail, her heart stopped beating under my palm, and I lay next to her body for three days and three nights."

"For a long time, I couldn't eat, I smelled everything like a corpse, and I vomited everything I ate, which was said to be a hallucination, which was psychological, but there was no way, so I could only live by nasogastric tube and infusion injection."

"It's only good after a long period of psychological counseling. I thought I was fine, but even today, to this day, I can't miss my mom. She's the one I love the most, but I can't miss her, not because I don't want to, but because I can't do it at all. ”

The psychological trauma at the beginning had overwhelmed him, and the damage it brought had always seemed to be diluted by time, but in fact, it had always been there.

is also because it is too profound, Cheng Mo really has no way to miss his mother, whether it is seeing his mother's photo or remembering her face, the first thing that comes to mind is always ...... During those three days and three nights, he witnessed the face of the once beloved relatives beside him after losing his life, and the original beautiful face gradually changed beyond recognition with the heat and time.

This is true even today.

Ye Tang suddenly felt so much pain in her heart, she reached out to hug him, her hands trembled slightly, as if she was enduring some violent emotion.

Cheng Mo's voice was low, "I didn't want to say it, and I wasn't afraid of picking up scars." But because I've been through it, I know it's not a pleasant experience or a scene that not everyone wants to hear. ”

Because Ye Tang had a cold, Cheng Mo asked her to rest early. He sat on the edge of her bed and guarded for half an hour, and when Ye Tang fell asleep, Cheng Mo got up and walked out quietly.

The door closed, and in the dark, Ye Tang slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and clear, and he didn't see the slightest sleepiness.

She picked up her phone from her pillow, unlocked the screen, and clicked on a dialog box in the text message. The contact person in this dialog box is Mo Heze's number.

In fact, when Cheng Mo went to the hospital to deliver food to He Xiaozhou and Jing Shen, Ye Tang originally wanted to draw a few strokes in the studio. But he received a call from Mo Heze.

It is also strange to say, Ye Tang has already decided in his heart that after returning from Jiangcheng, he will no longer have anything to do with Jiangcheng and the welfare institute.

and Li Qiao's kindness or resentment. It has long been annihilated and dissipated with the death of Li Qiao, and the dust has returned to dust, and the earth has returned to the earth.

But when he heard that Mo Heze was reporting his home over there, for some reason, maybe it was really politeness and decency in his bones, so Ye Tang really didn't hang up the phone.

Mo Heze said on the other end of the phone that after Dean Li passed away, a few children who had gone out of the hospital stayed to clean up the aftermath, such as sorting out Dean Li's relics, etc., and it seemed that there were a few good conditions, and they planned to raise funds to find someone to write a biography of Dean Li or something......

In short, as mentioned, Dean Li left a lot of photos, including Ye Tang's.

Mo Heze called to ask her if she wanted these photos, and if she wanted them, she would send them to her. And I also want to ask her, and I don't agree that if I find someone to pass on Li Qiaoli, I will use these photos in the book.

The answer given by Ye Tang is simple and clear.

No.

Nor do I agree.

Of course, Mo Heze was not satisfied, but he still gritted his teeth and endured it, Ye Tang could hear the gnashing of teeth in his voice.

"Photos are such a thing, it's not good to throw away and burn and unlucky, if you don't want it, and you don't agree with us using it. I'll reach out to the other people in this photo to see if they want to. If you want to find it in the future, you can contact them yourself. ”

"Others?" Ye Tang chuckled in his heart at this moment, but he didn't realize anything exactly. It's just a feeling of gumble, which always gives people a sense of foreboding, like a subconscious uneasiness, and usually, this feeling is not very wrong.

"Yes. I used to be your intended adopter, because I have always been the sponsor of the welfare home, so the contact here is quite close, and the photos will be sent directly here, and if you need to find it or something later, you can contact that side directly. I'll send you the contact address over there. If there is nothing to do, it hangs. ”

But if the serious staff of the welfare institute came to do this, there would be no such situation. The information of the adopter or something is not something that can be easily passed on.

But Mo Heze is not a staff member, so he doesn't pay so much attention to it. After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly, and after a while, Ye Tang received a text message. Address or something, she barely got a word into her eyes.

There is only Qianchen Group and Cheng Xujiang on the screen. The seven words were like steel needles, piercing into Ye Tang's eyes.

She didn't even have time to take a closer look when she heard Jiang Yamo and Cheng Mo enter the studio and heard Cheng Mo's voice.

Perhaps, it's an illusion. It shouldn't be written like that in the text message, or maybe ...... I misread the name.

So until now, until he finally lay down on his bed peacefully, Cheng Mo was finally not beside him.

Ye Tang took out his mobile phone, his fingers trembled slightly, clicked on the text message, and still looked at the words on the screen fixedly. The vision gradually became obscured by the mist.