After Yun Shan and Mo Zhuoyi returned to H City, it suddenly rained in the sky. The drizzle of rain cast a cold fog over the city.

Mo Zhuoyi held the umbrella and looked down at the quiet girl under the umbrella. His arm was exposed outside the umbrella and was already wet, but she was well protected.

Yun Shan didn't cry anymore, nor did she say a word to him.

According to the address provided by Deng Yu, they came to 503 of Yelin Community, which was opened by Deng Yu. The young man's face was pale, he looked at Yun Shan, and pursed his lips, "Come in." ”

Yun Shan stepped inside, and Mo Zhuoyi said lightly, "I will always wait for you outside the door." ”

Yun Shan's footsteps didn't stop, and she didn't know if she heard it, the door closed in front of Mo Zhuoyi's eyes. Before Deng Yu closed the door, he glanced at Mo Zhuoyi coldly. Of course he remembered this man, this was the man who took Yun Shan away in the "Stars on the Clouds" that day and injured his hand.

Deng Yu checked his information, Mo Zhuoyi is a big man in the business world after all, and there is a lot of miscellaneous information.

Deng Yu closed the door with a cold face, Mo Zhuoyi squinted, and the look in response was extremely unkind, but he didn't say much, and quietly leaned against the door and waited.

At that time, it was already eight or nine o'clock in the evening, and the bad environment of the Yelin community was general, the windows of the corridor were ventilated, and the cold was blowing everywhere.

Mo Zhuoyi wore a suit shirt and leaned against the cold wall. He had rough skin and thick flesh, and his body was strong, but there was no discomfort, but his mood was depressed and depressed, and his face was solemn, and there was a faint bad premonition.

He closed his eyes, and his surroundings were quiet, and he could clearly hear the whirring wind and the sound of rain hitting the leaves. Through a door, it was quiet, he didn't know what she was doing, and he could barely control his agitation at this time.

He subconsciously looked for a cigarette in his pocket, which was empty, only a mobile phone, and he remembered that he hadn't smoked it for a long time. It seems that the last time she smoked outside the west gate of her school, she squatted down and wrapped the cigarette butts in paper towels one by one, and he never smoked again.

Mo Zhuoyi waited outside for more than an hour, and his wet sleeves had been air-dried. The night was long, the sky was as dark as ink, and he began to wonder if Yun Shan had forgotten him. He was irritable and wanted to kick open the broken door, but no matter how violent his eyes were, he finally restrained himself and called Luo Shuxin.

Luo Shuxin was watching a football match at home, the team he supported finally scored a goal, and before he could yell happily, he received a call from Mo Zhuoyi, and at this moment he just wanted to scold.

As a brother, he really didn't want to deal with it, but as a doctor, even though it wasn't working hours, he still took it professionally.

Mo Zhuo's words were concise, "Yun Shan's grandmother is dead. ”

"......" Luo Shuxin was stunned, and then replied: "Then she should be very sad and mourn to her for me." ”

Mo Zhuoyi half-squinted, to be honest, he didn't have any special feelings about the death of people, when his father died, he had just played games and played all night. After receiving Aunt Su's call, he slept in the Internet café for an hour before calmly going home to clean up the group of relatives who were about to move.

Luo Shuxin thought a little unkindly, in fact, this may be a good opportunity for Mo Zhuoyi, "You remember to be gentle, comfort her well, and want her to fall in love with you, companionship at this time is very important." You have to hold back any temper you have, by the way, you rushed over before and didn't show your stuffing, right? ”

Mo Zhuoyi's voice was cold, "But I have a bad premonition." ”

Luo Shuxin chuckled in his heart when he heard this, Mo Zhuoyi said that having a bad premonition may not be just a premonition, although this man is a little abnormal emotionally, he is extremely sensitive to other things.

Luo Shuxin swallowed his saliva, "What did you do?" ”

"Two months ago, I talked to her grandmother and tried to give money because she wanted Yunshan."

My Mo Shao! Sure enough, it's a master of art who is bold!

At that time, Yun Shan happened to drink and said something that made Mo Zhuoyi desperate. He had investigated everything about Yun Shan, so he naturally knew what was going on in Yun Shan's family.

Yun Shan sent people under the fence and was brought up by her grandmother. And although her grandmother's illness is difficult to treat, it is not hopeless, there is money to hang, and the rest is easy to say. And what Yun Shan cares about, I'm afraid there is only such a person in the world.

Mo Zhuo wanted her and didn't mind using any means. He called for money, but the old man refused. Of course, he was not so arrogant, and told the old man bluntly that Lao Tzu has taken a fancy to your granddaughter. He just said that he was Yun Shan's friend and wanted to help her family.

Grandma listened in silence, and said in a time-honored voice, "Thank you for your kindness, but please stay away from Shanshan." ”

Mo Zhuoyi sneered at the time and didn't take it to heart, but now that he thinks about it, he always feels that this incident will be an invisible bomb.

He had just gotten a little sweetness, and knew that she could smile so happily when she faced him, and that was what happened. Only then did there be a faint hope, and they would face the danger of being stifled at any time.

Mo Zhuoyi was upset, restless and unwilling.

Luo Shuxin is about to collapse, he is just an innocent and ordinary psychiatrist, and he is not a master of family ethics and emotions.

The two men were silent for a long time, and Luo Shuxin said helplessly: "Good luck, you just pray that Yun Shan doesn't know about this matter, or don't think about it in the future." ”

Mo Zhuoyi's voice was cold, "Useless thing." Then he hung up.

Luo Shuxin on the other end of the phone looked at the phone screen and was speechless for a while.

Mo Zhuoyi took a deep breath, and the coldness in the air poured into his lungs, bringing pain like tearing.

After a while, the door opened. Mo Zhuoyi subconsciously stood up straight, and when he turned his head, he saw Yun Shan standing at the door.

Her eyes were red, her eyelashes were wet, and her eyes were as clean as the sky after the rain. The wind was strong outside, and her forehead hair was blown by the wind, and the hair on her cheeks fluttered.

Mo Zhuoyi hurriedly took two steps, came to her, blocked the wind, and looked down at her.

Yun Shan's voice was hoarse, "Let's go." ”

The cold in his lungs instantly turned into ironed warmth, and he bent the corners of his mouth, trying his best to control it so that he could not laugh out loud. God knows how scared he was to see her disgusted gaze at that moment, afraid that she would let him out of the way.

"Okay." Mo Zhuoyi was afraid that she would be cold, so he took off his suit and draped it over her.

Yun Shan didn't, "No need, I'm not cold." ”

Mo Zhuoyi was as domineering as ever, draped his blazer over her body strongly, and he himself was only wearing a white shirt.

It was a cold and windy night, and it was probably freezing outside on a night in early December. Yun Shan felt a slight coldness on his coat, and Mo Zhuoyi had been standing outside for nearly two hours.

Yun Shan raised her eyes and looked at him, "Aren't you cold?" ”

The corners of Mo Zhuoyi's eyes were dyed with a gentle smile, "It's not cold." ”

The two of them couldn't stand at the door of Deng's house all the time, Yun Shan walked out and closed the door gently.

Mo Zhuoyi glanced at the scene in the room, and everyone looked depressed and watched Yun Shan leave. A chill flashed in his eyes.

Mo Zhuoyi still held an umbrella for her, protecting her whole person under the umbrella.

The street lights were dim, and the sound of car horns could be heard from time to time in the distance. The rain was falling, and it was also stained with a pale yellow halo.

Mo Zhuoyi was wearing thin clothes, and his arms were wet again in a blink of an eye, and through the white shirt, he could faintly see the strong texture on his arms.

Yun Shan held a letter in her hand and stopped abruptly.

"What's wrong?" Mo Zhuoyi gently helped her pull the hair from her cheeks behind her ears.

Yun Shan looked at him, her pupils were clean black. She raised her hand and let Mo Zhuoyi read the letter clearly.

Mo Zhuoyi's heart jumped, but his face looked calm. He smiled and asked, "What?" ”

Yun Shan's voice was full of bitterness, "Grandma's suicide note." ”

Mo Zhuoyi's heart, which originally felt warm, was instantly smashed into the abyss.

Yun Shan tilted her head and looked at the man in front of her, "Mo Zhuoyi, is there anything you want to tell me?" ”

The smile in Mo Zhuoyi's eyes dissipated, and he couldn't continue to pretend. He didn't defend anything, just turned to face Yun Shan and stared at her deeply, "I love you." ”

The rain became heavier and heavier, and he was like a persistent madman, holding an umbrella to cover her tightly, while he himself was exposed to the rain, and the rain ran down his cheeks, and finally dripped down, merging with the rain on the ground, and could not distinguish one from the other.

Mo Zhuoyi's black hair was soaked, his eyes were deep and focused, and there was only one her in his eyes.

Yun Shan's eyelashes twitched, "You know that's not what I want to hear." ”

Mo Zhuoyi laughed self-deprecatingly, "Then what do you want to hear?" Do you want to hear what dirty thoughts I've had to get you, or do you want to hear what I can do for you? ”

His eyebrows were sarcastic, "I can kneel for you, but will you love me when you kneel?" I don't want much......" He took Yun Shan's hand, his hand was cold, but her little hand was soft and warm. He put her hand on his heart, "It doesn't take too much, it's a hundredth of it." ”

Yun Shan's face was full of shock, and even her eyes froze.

Mo Zhuoyi coldly hooked the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Even if I am willing, you will not be happy, you still feel disgusting, right?" "In his heart was a beast with sharp fangs and a hideous face, and she was to kill him at this moment. One thought can make him live happily, and one thought can also make him die without a place to bury.

Mo Zhuoyi didn't suppress it anymore, and told her what was in his heart, "Or I'll help you kill all the people who bullied you in that house." He smiled bitterly, "When you say that when I am sentenced to death, will you look at me more and have mercy on me a little?" Lao Tzu is really fed up and can only look at your back. ”

Yun Shan's eyes widened in disbelief, she had always known that Mo Zhuoyi was paranoid, but she didn't expect it to come to this point.

Although he was sarcastic, Yun Shan knew that he was serious and was not joking with her. She subconsciously took a step back, frightened by such strong feelings.

Mo Zhuoyi held the umbrella steadily, and chased her forward. He snorted, "So you're scared, didn't you let me say it?" Is this enough, not enough, and ......"

"Don't talk about it." Yun Shan gritted her teeth and said softly, "I don't want to hear it." ”

Mo Zhuoyi didn't think it was so cool to say it, he was just dying and struggling, breaking the jar and breaking it. She doesn't love him anyway, as if she can't see hope in this life. At least let her know what kind of pervert he is, and let her not provoke him, otherwise when he is in pain, he may despair to the point of madness and do something he regrets.

Yun Shan clutched the letter tightly. Mo Zhuoyi glanced at it lightly and asked, "What do you say about mine?" ”

Yun Shan's heart was very confused, she couldn't figure it out, and she couldn't distinguish it.

Her grandmother's death saddened her, even if her previous decisions left her both confused and disappointed. But her grandmother brought her up single-handedly, and no one would be so cold-blooded and really give up the last relative. She was so lonely, she had been walking alone for 20 years.

Grandma left a suicide note for everyone, and except for the one from hers, there was only one paragraph in the rest of the letters - Shanshan is a good boy, and my last wish is that I hope you will treat her well. Even if you can't treat her well, please let her go and let her live well.

Her last relative, do you love her or hate her?