Yun Shan could see that Mo Zhuo was trying to coax her. He knew her confusion and sadness, and felt sorry for her pain of losing her loved ones.

Mo Zhuoyi would unconsciously frown, trying to recall the lyrics and score. He made two mistakes and was quickly corrected.

He probably didn't like singing, but he kept singing. is obviously a gentle and fresh song, but his temperament is domineering and uninhibited, and he sings another feeling.

This man lays down his dignity and does things that are not appropriate for his age, coaxing the unwillingness to love his baby.

Mo Zhuoyi actually sang well, but the person in Yun Shan's memory was really bad. However, at this moment, he is the gentlest moment Yun Shan has ever seen in his two lives.

Mo Zhuoyi persevered and played it for the second time, much smoother. Yun Shan blinked, and tears fell like this.

The next note is fragmented. Mo Zhuoyi's whole person froze, a little flustered, "No matter how ugly it is, you won't cry, right?" "After all, he hasn't touched it for more than ten years, and if it weren't for her young age, he wouldn't have done such a second-class thing.

His slightly rough fingertips brushed her cheeks, "Don't cry, can you?" If you don't play, you won't play. ”

Yun Shan didn't dodge this time, and let him wipe away his tears.

Mo Zhuoyi threw the guitar in the corner of the sofa, he cursed in his heart, and decided never to play that thing again in his life.

His movements were rough, but when he touched her cheek, he carefully lightened his movements. He sighed helplessly: "Shanshan, why do you love to cry so much." ”

Spruce sobbed, her voice soft and delicate, "I...... I feel sad in my heart. ”

Mo Zhuoyi didn't know how to comfort her, after all, he was used to being cold, and his tone was a little careless, "What's this?" Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, and after the old man of my family dies, I should still live how I live. So he lives in the world and doesn't care about life and death, which is probably why he is not afraid of death.

Yun Shan looked at him and nodded, "I'll die too......"

At that moment, she saw Mo Zhuoyi's pupils shrink sharply, and there was endless darkness and coldness in it. The next moment he hid that emotion and said with a smile: "You won't, you're still young, Shanshan will live a long life." ”

But she was still keenly aware of his first reaction, Yun Shan suddenly wanted to know, he had such paranoid feelings, how did he spend the rest of his life after her death in his previous life?

Yun Shan asked softly, "Mo Zhuoyi, what if...... I mean, if I only live to be twenty-five, you ......."

Mo Zhuoyi's fists were clenched, because he had left a deep mark on his palms too hard, his eyes suppressed the raging storm that spread out layer by layer, but he smiled on the surface and said, "Don't make such a joke, how can anyone curse themselves like this?" ”

Yun Shan was timid, and didn't ask any more after all. If I die at the age of twenty-five, what will the rest of your life be? Is it more love, more regret, or more hate?

Yun Shan was a little afraid to know the answer, she buried her face in the quilt, "It's too late, you go to sleep." ”

"Okay." Mo Zhuoyi stood up, "Shanshan, will you still be sad?" ”

Yun Shan replied sullenly, "No. "There is perhaps no one in this world who can see through life and death better than her.

Mo Zhuoyi picked up the guitar, plucked the strings with his fingers, and made a very soft sound. He raised his eyebrows, "Then you pay for it, my song is not sung for nothing." ”

Yun Shan peeked out of the quilt and widened her eyes slightly.

With another bang, Mo Zhuoyi said slowly: "You have to reward a few coins for street performances, and you will know that you have dropped Golden Beans." He looked down and smiled as he spoke, and she didn't see the tenderness in his eyes. Dare to say that death or something scares Lao Tzu.

Yun Shan's little pink face was a little embarrassed, "I didn't ask you to play, you had to play it yourself." ”

Mo Zhuoyi bent the corners of his mouth, "Well, I just like to be cheap, what's wrong?" ”

Hearing this straightforward and vulgar admission, Yun Shan couldn't help but blush, "No. I know you're kind, thank you. ”

Her voice was so gentle that his heart was gentle.

Mo Zhuoyi squatted beside her bed, his gaze level with hers, staring at those wet eyes, "Shanshan, look at me." He said earnestly: "Don't say that kind of thing in the future, just pay me." I don't like to hear it, remember? "He can't stand it.

Yun Shan was silent for a long time, and then replied softly: "Okay." ”

Mo Zhuoyi also nodded, "Sleep, good night." ”

Yun Shan replied softly, "Good night."

After Mo Zhuoyi walked out of the door, all the emotions in those dark eyes were completely vented.

She said she would die too.

If she had only lived to be twenty-five, she said......

He closed his eyes and scoffed. Don't think about it, she just casually said that he was more serious. He was nine years older than her, and he was going to die before him.

Yun Shan slept very restlessly this night, she thought about a lot of things, had a lot of thoughts, and had a heavy heart. Every time I think of my grandmother, my nose is pantothenic, and she still lost her last loved one.

She woke up at dawn the next morning, and she had planned to quietly go back to Deng's house and take care of her grandmother's funeral with them. But as soon as I opened the door, I saw the familiar figure, the morning light was faint, and the man's silhouette was hazy in the shadows.

There was a faint smell of smoke in the air, and Mo Zhuoyi had a cigarette in his mouth, leaning against her door, with a palpitating coldness.

Mo Zhuoyi was slightly stunned when he heard the sound of the door opening, and he didn't seem to expect her to get up so early, maybe it would be less than five o'clock at this time. He extinguished the cigarette and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Awake?" ”

Yun Shan nodded, and leaned closer, she could smell the smell of tobacco coming from him. She can't sleep because of the loss of a loved one, what about him?

Mo Zhuoyi looked at her intently, with an inexplicable emotion in her eyes that she couldn't read, it was too hot and frightening, "I had a dream last night." ”

There was a bit of madness burning in his eyes, and she didn't know if it was because the morning air was too cold, and she felt a little chill in her bones.

Yun Shan's heart rose in vain, "I'm going to pass." ”

Yun Shan walked past him, Mo Zhuoyi subconsciously grabbed her, the girl's wrist was slender, he was reluctant to use force, but he couldn't control it tighter and tighter.

Mo Zhuoyi frowned, "Do you know what I dreamed of?" ”

Yun Shan hesitated for a moment and asked softly, "What?" ”

Mo Zhuoyi stared at the beautiful face in front of him, as if he wanted to remember every inch of this person in his bones. Yun Shan was pinched by him, and her brows frowned slightly.

Mo Zhuoyi let go of his hand, a little self-deprecating, "Forget it, it's all fake." ”

Yun Shan looked at him, as if inquiring. He lowered his head, hiding the emotion from his eyes.

"Aren't you going to go over? Let's go. Mo Zhuoyi was the first to walk out, and Yun Shan could only follow behind him.

Mo Zhuoyi, as an outsider, could only send her to the door of Deng's house.

Winter is about to enter, Yun Shan is dressed a lot thicker, not as slender as in summer, but a little more round and cute.

Mo Zhuoyi's eyes have always chased after the only her, full of greed.

Mo Zhuoyi watched her back leave, and his expression cooled down. He woke up at two o'clock in the morning, awakened by a nightmare.

Dreams are like this, they have no cause and effect, they arise suddenly. Maybe it was because of Yun Shan's words before that he really had a dream of losing her. In the dream, she looked more mature than she is now, maybe she is really twenty-five years old, her body is getting cold, he holds her tightly in his arms, and kisses her cold lips with endless despair.

After Mo Zhuoyi woke up, he couldn't forget the feeling of breaking his liver and intestines for a long time, he knew that it was a dream, it was just a dream, and in the end he stayed outside her door, and waited until she opened the door before he broke free from that terrible coldness.

It was just a dream, and he kept comforting himself like this, turning around and kicking the flower bed hard, venting his violent emotions that he couldn't place.

After three days, Yunshan's grandmother's funeral was finally completed.

Yun Shan was in a hurry, and Yin Xiaoqing knew that something had happened to her family, so the filming in X City helped her coordinate.

On the day Yun Shan and Mo Zhuoyi flew back, the sun was shining, and people came and went in the airport, all of them were passing by in a hurry.

Mo Zhuoyi was wearing a black windbreaker, with a long figure, which looked even more eye-catching.

Yun Shan was wearing a black sweater and simple jeans, her hair was draped down, the length was already longer than her shoulders, and due to the soft hair, it reached a natural curl at the ends. Her sweater was temporarily bought in H City, the sleeves are a little long, and one of her hands hangs down, which can be completely covered, and the whole person looks indescribably cute.

Yun Shan rarely laughs these days, and rarely takes the initiative to speak. Mo Zhuoyi asked her if she was cold or hungry, and she would often be stunned for a moment before shaking her head gently. It was as if she had lost all her strength in an instant, and she no longer had any resistance. In the past, she was disgusted when she looked at him, but now she was in a trance.

Yun Shan is now a well-known star, and she needs to wear a mask when she goes out. Her mask today is pink, slightly embellished with youthful vitality.

Mo Zhuoyi got off the plane with her, and when he saw her looking to the side, he didn't retract his gaze for a long time. He followed her gaze and saw a little girl holding a cartoon character's hydrogen balloon in her hand.

The little girl realized that someone was looking at her and smiled sweetly, "Uncle, sister." ”

The girl's mother immediately corrected, "Baby, call brother." "If these two people are a couple, then this kind of title with a difference in generation is too embarrassing.

The little girl blinked, and repeated solemnly, "It's uncle." ”

Mo Zhuoyi smiled coldly. His face sank and it was quite scary, and the little girl hugged her mother's thigh and hid behind the adult, revealing only a small head, and her black grape-like eyes stared at Yun Shan.

Yun Shan smiled and bent slightly into a crescent moon.

The little girl was very happy, although her uncle looked like a bad guy on TV, but her sister was so gentle and smiled at her.

Mo Zhuoyi didn't care about a little girl, he pointed to the hydrogen balloon in her hand and asked the little girl's mother, "Where did you buy this?" ”

"There are ones for sale outside the airport, and a mother-in-law is selling them, just over the gate."

Yun Shan vaguely knew what Mo Zhuoyi was going to do, "Mo Zhuoyi ......"

He looked back, "Huh? ”

"I ......" She is already twenty years old, and she really wanted it when she was a child, but she knows that this kind of thing costs money, and it is useless. Although other children have it, she only looks at it with envy at most, and she hopes that her grandmother will not work so hard.

She whispered, "I don't want that." ”

Mo Zhuoyi chuckled lowly, "I like it myself, can I do it if I want to?" ”