He Yuwen said goodbye to Situ Shi early in the morning, and Situ Sheng proposed to have a meal with him, but he also refused, for some reason, he felt that he had to refuse.

Mo Xiaoxiao was sitting upright in the room, seriously describing something that could barely be called a painting, Mo Yao was also looking at it intently, and praised her for painting well.

"What are you drawing?"

He Yuwen walked in quietly, which really startled Mo Xiaoxiao and Mo Yao.

"We're painting plums!"

Mo Yao smiled at him, with a simple and innocent face, Mo Xiaoxiao lowered his head and didn't look at him, and turned a blind eye to hide his little embarrassment.

Where does she know how to paint plums, it is clear that she is "Yinmei" to dye the ink with a brush and dip it into the delicate plum blossoms, and then squeeze it with two pieces of white paper, and finally trace it like she is painting!

Mo Xiaoxiao's hands were covered with black ink, and Mo Yao's round face was stained with a lot, but He Yuwen couldn't laugh at all......

"We'll go home tomorrow, we'll go back early in the morning, and it's the twenty-first day of the lunar month today, so you can prepare."

Mo Xiaoxiao was stunned, and continued to do her own thing, and said casually: "Oh! But it's your home, not mine, and I haven't found my home yet! ”

There was a hint of resentment between He Yuwen's eyebrows, and there was some self-blame: "That's my dereliction of responsibility, if you don't mind, you can stay for a while and wait for the weather to get warmer before making another plan." ”

Mo Xiaoxiao was silent for a while, and then continued: "What do you mean? I? With you? Go home? Your dad is going to be angry, I already caused a lot of trouble with your family last time......"

"I mean, it can be your home if you want."

"My home?"

Mo Xiaoxiao looked at him in astonishment!

He Yuwen explained again and again, incoherently and incoherently: "What I mean is, don't think too much about the temporary destination." ”

"Oh!"

He Yuwen was about to leave, and the thing in her hand caught his attention, what was so familiar!!

Isn't the brush in Mo Xiaoxiao's hand the precious wolf hair he put in his room!

"Mo Xiaoxiao, where did the things in your hand come from?"

He frowned suddenly, and his tone stiffened.

Mo Xiaoxiao stopped the movement in his hand, was stunned, and turned his head weakly and asked Mo Yao softly: "My little ancestor, didn't I tell you to find a pen at random, where did you get it!" ”

Mo Yao Nunu's mouth opened wide, "I took it in Mr. He's room, and you didn't say no......"

It's over, it's over!

He Yuwen raised the decibel again: "What do you want to say, what are you talking about?" ”

The pen was made by the master, and it took a lot of effort to use the finest wolf hair, and he was careful to use it himself for fear of breaking it......

Mo Xiaoxiao smiled at him awkwardly, with a flattering look: "Hehe, I, I'll wash it for you, and ensure that it is the same as new, absolutely the same." ”

As he spoke, he put the wolf directly into a basin of water next to him and rubbed it as if he were washing clothes......

He Yuwen's ugly face can no longer be described as just ugly, it is simply extremely ugly!!

How could the delicate wolf be able to withstand her such ravage, and the washing method of the brush did not need to be so rough and rough!

"What are you doing, that's!!"

He Yuwen's speed of speaking is no longer comparable to the speed of her scrubbing, she has already washed, and she probably can't use it after washing!!

Mo Xiaoxiao's face turned red: "Huh? What's wrong! ”

"You stupid woman!"

He Yu's warm eyebrows were about to twist into a twist, and he was furious, and he stalemate for a long time before he said such a sentence angrily, and then walked away, it seems that this is very expensive, right?

He Yuwen was angry when she thought of Mo Xiaoxiao, she always seemed to be able to change the way to make him angry, as if she was born with a nature of causing trouble, but she couldn't do anything with her, she was still a little dead eye, this is the most fatal place.

He Yuwen suddenly looked at the pink book that he was sandwiched between many books, it was so quiet there, not fighting, not fighting, not noisy, quiet as a virgin, so beautiful.

If, if she was willing to come back with her, would the ending be different, or the prosperous country where she stayed, but too much of his body couldn't help but make him raise the white flag against reality.

If you could insist on your love and affection without hesitation, wouldn't it be the same? Maybe they've been singing in groups of children for a long time...!

It's just that there is no way to have it both ways! Detached thoughts are kidnapped by the ruthless reality, and once they resist and are torn up, everything will come to naught.

If he had to do it again, would he still choose to do so?

He still loves that girl very much at this time in his heart, it is true that Mo Xiaoxiao is not worth mentioning or not comparable to the girl who shines like jewels, they are two completely different souls......

On the second day, although there was no heavy snow flying in the sky, it was still misty and rainy, and it was rainy, and the four fields were frozen in the sky, and the sky was also gray and lifeless, and the fog was so high that it was impossible to see the mountains and pavilions in the distance.

He Yuwen is still the same as when he came, he is upright, walking like the wind, standing like a clock, his natural arrogance is presented in the temperament he exudes, a face comparable to frost, he does not wear glasses, maybe because the fog is thicker, but it is easy to blur.

Mo Xiaoxiao was wearing a thick jacket, and Mo Yao, who was wrapped like a silkworm chrysalis baby with one hand, followed closely behind He Yuwen, he walked extremely fast, Mo Xiaoxiao fell down every once in a while, and had to trot up again.

He is like a gust of wind, not making any stops, accustomed to being chased so unstoppable, unreachable and imminent.

When passing by Jiangcheng, Mo Xiaoxiao saw that the lively city was still noisy even in the ice and snow, the streets were full of lights, red lanterns were hung, red and bright couplets were hung at the door of every house, and the pedestrians were full of happy smiles, and the street vendors were not lazy because of the cold as usual.

It turns out that this is the New Year in the city......

Mo Xiaoxiao clearly remembers that when she was in her hometown, the Chinese New Year was no different from usual, they and the villagers could not afford to buy lanterns and couplets, and there were very few people buying and selling New Year's goods in the tattered and old street market, because most of the families made their own, and on the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, my uncle went to the street to buy a few zhang of red paper, and took the gentleman in the town to write a few pieces, which was not expensive, and it was done for five cents.

When he arrived in the downtown area, Mo Yao stopped when he passed by the bridge, stopped for a while, and looked at the river that was still rolling and flowing, and the bridge hole under the bridge at both ends, which used to be his home.

"Sister, I want to eat rock sugar gourd!"

Mo Yao looked at Mo Xiaoxiao blankly, licking his dry and cracked mouth.

He Yuwen finally stayed for a while, and bought a string of rock sugar gourds for Mo Xiaoxiao and Mo Yao, as if taking care of two children without expression.

When Mo Yao looked at the cold bridge cave, he began to feel nostalgic in his heart, and began to remember and miss.

Those eight days day after day, year after year, those days when they depended on the stupid mother-in-law, vividly, remembering, they were old, weak, sick and disabled were often bullied by others, because the stupid mother-in-law was stupid, so they were also very happy, but the stupid mother-in-law was not stupid, because she always remembered to buy him a string of rock sugar gourds during the New Year and regard the New Year as his birthday.

After buying a rock sugar gourd, the three of them continued to walk forward.

After walking through the prosperity and liveliness of Jiangcheng, I walked to a quiet path, where a few families were sparsely located, and occasionally a few wisps of cooking smoke fluttered out of the chimneys that stood out from the black roofs, and the alleys were wet, the rain did not dry, and the old trees at the door had lost their leaves and looked not so beautiful.

The only thing that makes the alley vibrant is the red lanterns hanging in the door and fluttering in the wind. Walking around a corner, I passed by a few flower-like girls wearing red and green.

There was a bright girl dressed in red, which made her bright and moving, and there was a black beauty mole on her white face, and this hurried glance brought He Yuwen into her memory.

It's winter again, is that girl as enthusiastic as fire, wearing a coat as red as fire, and carrying a huge drawing board on her back to paint for passers-by in the gorgeous streets?

Everyone has a deep and soft story in their hearts, which will come out at a certain moment of déjà vu and make you feel uncontrollable.

Memories are beautiful hands, it is friends with the time in the years, a lot of ordinary things that seem to us at the time, after experiencing the precipitation of time, painted into a beautiful and worth recalling things, those unpleasantness, pain and sorrow have been worn off by it sharp edges and corners, so that we have a willing to recall the past.

Hindsight is the source of memories......

Looking back on the one-sided aspects of the past, will you also think that one day in the future, you will also miss the past and today?

People always like to be considerate of the joys and sorrows of the past, melancholy and unknown tomorrow, and miss the same wonderful present.