The light suddenly turned on, although it was not bright enough, it did stab Mo Xiaoxiao's eyes in an instant, she reached out and blocked the light, and only came back to her senses after a moment and continued to look around.

Although no one has lived in it for a long time, there is a lot of musty smell in the house, and there is a damp feeling everywhere, but the house is still clean and tidy, meticulous, on the black wood lacquered table, there are clean and tidy tea sets, there are still neat books on the mahogany frame bookshelf, pens and wolf hairs arranged in an orderly manner on the pen stand, a sandalwood bed, neatly stacked bedding, everything is the way she remembers, it seems to have not changed at all.

Mo Xiaoxiao still remembers the last time he came to his room, it was many years ago, at that time he was still a girl in their family, but He Yuwen never regarded himself as a girl, at that time he was seriously ill and lying in bed, he cooked chicken soup and secretly sent it to him, he was still so unkind, he looked like he was not close to anyone, and he also warned himself seriously not to enter his room at will.

Those things were still fresh in his memory as if they happened yesterday, Mo Xiaoxiao stepped forward lightly, and ran his fingertips across his neatly arranged books, as well as his meticulously folded bedding sheets.

The weather is very cool, the weather in the south is always so cloudy and rainy, his clean and tidy quilt feels a little moist to the touch, in addition to the smell of dampness in the whole room, there is also the unique, faint fragrance on his body is still in the house, but she can only not touch his temperature.

Mo Xiaoxiao's fingers wandered over those old things, but her heart was so heavy, she knew that he was once here, but her eyes could no longer see him, she even complained a little about him, she didn't say goodbye, but kept saying that for her own sake, these really made her sad.

"This is my brother's room, you must have been here before, my brother left in a hurry, a lot of things were not taken with him, he left for a few months, he also wrote a letter home, he made up his mind this time, but he did all this for you, he wrote back last time, saying that if you miss him, let me bring you here, you can watch the things here as you like, if you want anything to take it, even if it is a memory."

He Yuhua's heart is like a mirror, I don't know if she expresses her sorrow too obviously, or He Yuhua is good at observing words and colors, and it is easy to penetrate her mind.

After listening to He Yuhua's words, Mo Xiaoxiao was still silent and didn't say anything.

"That's it, you can take a look around, I'll go outside to smoke a cigarette, the musty smell in this house is too big, wait for the weather to clear before I ask someone to come in and clean up." He Yuhua saw that she was not in a high mood, so she found a random reason to go out, and it might be better to let her be here alone.

After He Yuhua left, Mo Xiaoxiao became less restrained, she sat in front of He Yuwen's desk, gently picked up a book on his shelf, and flipped through it at will.

He is a knowledgeable man, the most things in the room are books, open the pages, the warm yellow light in the room sprinkles on it, illuminating the handwriting on the books, he has always had the habit of taking notes, the books are dense, in addition to the arranged words, is his flowing notes.

I don't know why she saw this, she actually felt very close, as if he himself was sitting opposite her, and then drew one stroke at a time under the lamp, there were books on the table, he was holding a pen in his hand, and he was concentrating on taking notes, his serious appearance was full of charm.

I don't know how much time has passed, but she finished flipping through his book at random, and then returned the book to its original owner, and carefully placed it on the shelf.

Suddenly, as she was about to put the book on the shelf, a notebook appeared in her sight.

The notebook looked very old, the cover was pale and clear, but it was old and had been yellowed, which was a huge difference from the brand-new book next to it, which successfully attracted her attention, and without anyone knowing, Mo Xiaoxiao reached out and gently took it off.

This seems to be a diary, Mo Xiaoxiao just opened the first page and saw a photo stuck in He Yuwen's book. The photo is black and white, only a few inches in size, stuck on page 1 of the notebook.

In an instant, Mo Xiaoxiao felt that his face was hot, his blood was boiling instantly, and the warmth in his heart rose, because the photo in his notebook was hers.

I don't know when he took it, the picture of himself smiling like a flower, a thick and black braid on his chest, wearing coarse cloth clothes, his body is thin and thin, but his eyes are extremely clear, his appearance is simple, his face is beautiful, and his smile is very infectious, just like a little angel from the fairy world.

Mo Xiaoxiao gently took down the photo and watched it repeatedly, until she really confirmed that it was herself, and then sat down again, just flipping through the diary.

I don't know how long it took for Mo Xiaoxiao to come out of the room, holding an old diary in her arms, her face was as pale as dirt, her heart was heavy, she even frowned, and she didn't know what happened to her.

He Yuhua had been standing in the courtyard, silently waiting for her to come out, I don't know how long it took, when I heard the sound of the door opening, He Yuhua turned around and saw Mo Xiaoxiao stunned, and came out of the house with a heavy face.

He Yuhua hurriedly walked towards him, and cautiously asked tentatively: "You came out, what's wrong, why did I see you looking unhappy?" ”

Mo Xiaoxiao shook her head, her face was heavy, as if she had encountered something big, and she didn't want to say anything more to him, so she walked forward slowly.

"What the hell is going on? You look like this, but because of my brother? He Yuhua speculated cautiously, stood behind her and asked: "I know you are very sad and sad, but there is only so much I can do for you, maybe it is really my mistake, I thought that if I took you to see, you would be a little better, but I didn't expect it to make you even more sad." ”

Mo Xiaoxiao suddenly stood on her feet, stunned in place and at a loss.

He Yuhua was also very puzzled by her sudden move, and he didn't know what to say when standing behind her.

Mo Xiaoxiao was silent for a moment, and then slowly turned her head and looked at his eyes intently, her eyes were indifferent: "Tell me honestly, did you already know everything about Mo Yao?" ”

He Yuhua was taken aback by her sudden question, and looked dazed and at a loss: "Ah? What are you talking about? ”

Mo Xiaoxiao's face was heavy, and she glanced at him: "Did you already know that Mo Yao was killed by Gu Qingshui, and Mo Yucheng was also killed by the Gu family?" ”

Seeing Mo Xiaoxiao's unsmiling appearance, He Yuhua seemed to know that she already knew all about these things, and her face changed slightly, but she was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to talk about it.

"This ......" He Yuhua was very entangled: "What are you doing suddenly asking this?" ”

"I asked you if this is the case, why did each of you hide it from me, are you afraid that I will kill him Gu Qingshui? He didn't dare to tell these things in his heart, was it because he had always maintained pity and pity for Gu Qingshui in his heart, or was he unbearable to love? ”

Mo Xiaoxiao's voice was not loud, but it was full of strength, her words were full of disappointment and doubt, more disbelief, and sad feelings welled up in her heart, making her feel painful.

He Yuhua was confused all of a sudden, and didn't know how to appease her: "Xiaoxiao, you listen to me first, don't be so excited, in fact, the reason why I don't tell you these things is because ...... My brother doesn't want to see you suffering because of this, so don't pursue it, okay, you just assume that nothing happened, and now it's light, okay? ”

Mo Xiaoxiao stood in place and looked up at him, her eyes were full of sorrow and disappointment, he saw with his own eyes, her clear eyes were filled with tears, but he couldn't do anything.

Mo Xiaoxiao was silent for a long time, a tear like a pearl fell from her left eye, and she shook her head grief-stricken: "That's it, I understand, all this is just a scam, and you don't have to worry about the future, between me and him." ”

After she finished speaking, she walked towards the door in a daze, still holding the culprit's diary in her hand, her steps were very heavy, and every step required some effort.

"Hey, Xiaoxiao is not what you think......"

He Yuhua stood behind her and shouted at her, but Mo Xiaoxiao ignored it.

Mo Xiaoxiao strode forward, the resentment in her heart surged into her heart, He Yuhua was worried that something would happen to her, so she hurriedly chased after her, and suddenly grabbed the corner of her clothes: "It's getting late, I'll send you, no matter what, don't hate him, my brother has you in his heart." ”

Mo Xiaoxiao froze in place, was silent for a moment, and then shook off his hand at once.

"I don't hate him, it's just that what he did made me chill, why do you even hide these from me, and keep saying that it is for me, just so that I don't want to take revenge on Gu Qingshui, don't take revenge on the Gu family, right? Why, why does he want me to tolerate the Gu family, what right does he have to be the master for me, it's just that I know how to deal with my own affairs, and I don't need you to worry about it. ”

Mo Xiaoxiao stared at his eyes fiercely, said grief-stricken sentence by sentence, and after speaking, he didn't look back, ready to leave.

He Yuhua was choked on the spot by her grief-stricken words, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

Mo Xiaoxiao took a few steps forward, then stopped in place, didn't look back, just said lightly: "By the way, I took this diary with me temporarily, the things in it are very important to me, if he still needs it, I will send it back to him." ”

After saying that, she left, under the shadow of the mottled street lights, step by step, heavy and sad.