"I sat there looking at the sunflowers in the greenhouse. The sunflowers slowly chased the sun and turned their heads, and I looked at the day in a daze. Sometimes, I can't tell if I'm a human or a sunflower. ”

Mo Yan became cramped, she wrung her fingers and had to agree.

"Great. I'll help you get a new bedding. Mrs. Wen pressed her hands to her knees and got up with a little difficulty. The writer was busy with help.

Three people went to the second floor.

The domestic maid brought a full set of new bed sheets and quilt covers, and wanted to help, but was stopped by Mrs. Wen: "I did it myself, so that I could express that Xiaoyan is different in my heart." ”

Mo Yan couldn't bear it, so he hurriedly did it himself: "Aunt Wen, you can just give me some pointers, and I'll do it myself." ”

The writer exaggeratedly rolled up his sleeves and shouted: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, I'll come." ”

Mrs. Wen was stunned: "I forgot about you in an excitement." It's your turn. You take care of Xiao Yan for me, it's right. Who made you the owner of this house? ”

The writer smiled and changed the sheets and quilts. He is extravagant and is not used to making bed covers and quilts, and Mo Yan takes a hand from time to time.

"Mom, I see that the sheets and covers are all freshly washed, why do you need to change them?" The writer is a little out of the way.

"It was clean. However, it is inevitable that it will get damp after a long time. I put on a new one and am dry. ”

The writer began to shake the quilt, and when he shook it, he found that the horizontal and vertical pretending was reversed. Mrs. Wen smiled and counted him down, Mo Yan laughed, and Wen Hao himself laughed.

For a while, the atmosphere in the room was extremely harmonious.

Wang Chengyou's phone call came from the highest point of harmony.

Mo Yan was originally helping Wenhao adjust the quilt, but when he saw that it was Wang Chengyou calling, he grabbed his mobile phone and walked to the small balcony.

"Thank ......"

Wang Chengyou held the mobile phone, and as soon as he heard Mo Yan's tone, he knew that she had something embarrassing to say.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm at my mother's house now." Mo Yan lowered his voice.

"Really?" Wang Chengyou pressed his chest, trying to speak calmly.

"I was supposed to come here for a meal, but Mrs. Wen insisted that I stay, and said a lot of sad things. I think she's so lonely that I can't bear to reject her again. ”

Wang Chengyou sighed quietly, his tone still calm and slightly high-spirited: "I know." When is it convenient for me to call you? ”

"Wait until I'm alone in my room."

"Good. Call me then. Call me no matter how late it is. ”

Mo Yan covered his mouth and smiled: "I know, I know." ”

After ending the call, Mo Yan walked into the room from the small balcony with a smile, and saw Mrs. Wen and Wen Hao looking at her together, and her face turned red. Just wanted to explain to Mrs. Wen that his boyfriend called, but Wen Hao spoke first: "Come over and help, help me pull a quilt corner." ”

"Okay." Mo Yan trotted over.

The best time to explain, so miss.

With Mo Yan's help, Wenhao put on the quilt. Set your pillow and there's nothing else to do.

His intention not to leave was so obvious, and in the eyes of Mrs. Wen, Mrs. Wen had to continue chatting with Mo Yan. chatting and chatting, the meaning of awkward conversation became stronger. The most difficult thing to hide is that due to her advanced age and limited physical strength, Mrs. Wen couldn't help but yawn.

As if it would be contagious, Mo Yan also yawned.

After yawning, the two women looked at each other and laughed for no reason.

"Sleep, sleep. If there is anything to be said, it will have to wait until tomorrow. Mrs. Wen touched Mo Yan's face lovingly, and turned around and walked out of Mo Yan's room. Before leaving, he stretched out his hand and motioned for his son to hold her.

The moment his mother was about to leave and was about to take him away, Wenhao was very disappointed in his heart. It was as if he had suddenly lost his age, lost his experience, and returned to his childhood.

I remember that year, because my father had a new love, the mother and son moved from the Tang Mansion on the top floor of the king of the building to this two-story villa without people. He was not very sensible, crying and clamoring to go back to Tangfu, which had a lot of toys, but his mother hugged him, did not speak, and did not let go.

Hugged him until he was tired of crying and fell asleep. Before going to bed, I felt that my back was wet and cold.

The clammy coldness that frightened him now, it should have been his mother's tears. Mom always shed tears behind his back.

Tonight, he's the kid again that mom can't reassure him.

With guilt, Wenhao said goodnight to Mo Yan and walked out of Mo Yan's bedroom with his mother.

Mrs. Wen pressed her hand on her son's strong arm, looked at the air in front of her, and had a loving smile on her face: "Son, I also think that people will win the sky, and in the end, I feel that conforming is the best state for people."

The cause and effect of the world are so subtle.

If it weren't for Mo Yan's mother and Mo Yan's kindness to help their neighbors, how would you and I know that Xixi was your father's bloodline that was left behind? If you don't have this stubble, how can you become an heir again and stand on a high starting point?

You have already gotten a lot from the Mo family's mother and daughter, and the rest, let it be. ”

The writer lowered his eyes. He understood that his mind could not escape his mother's eyes.

"My son remembered."

"At this point, Mom might as well say a few more words. Four years ago, I found out that you treated Mo Yan differently, and that summer, when Mo Yan graduated from high school, I brought all the real estate certificates I had in my hand to her house.

Her family lives in an urban village with dilapidated furnishings. At that time, I thought, who would have thought that it would be a poor family living in such a place that would change the fate of my son for the rest of his life.

When I saw Mo Yan coming out of her humble bedroom, and saw her clear eyes and sweet smile, I suddenly thought of the saying 'golden phoenix flew out of the chicken nest'.

At that moment, I sincerely thought that although she came from a poor background, I didn't mind, and I was willing to help her and make her our daughter-in-law. I temporarily revolted and told Mo Yan's mother that I brought the real estate certificate and talked about my heart, the purpose of which was to marry Mo Yan.

Although I believe in Buddhism and pay attention to the equality of all beings, frankly speaking, at that moment, my inner posture was still high and charitable. ”

"At that time, what did Xiao Yan's mother answer you?" The writer interjected.

Mrs. Wen smiled lightly: "Her mother naturally said that she didn't dare to make decisions for her daughter. Children are married, and children have the final say. Mo Yan's mother can maintain such rationality in the face of money, obviously she really loves Mo Yan. ”

The writer didn't speak again. Lost, lost. But this loss, there is no reason to be angry with Mo Yan's mother, let alone angry with his own mother, the thin-skinned and high-skinned mother can do that, which has exceeded his expectations.

"Times have changed. Four or five years have passed, let's look at Mo Yan again. My mindset has changed unconsciously. When I looked at Mo Yan again, I no longer had a high-minded mentality. Xiao Yan is still humble and sweet, but she has become her own aura, which cannot be underestimated. Moreover, I don't think of her as your lucky star anymore. Speaking of this, Mrs. Wen turned to the writer and looked for the writer's gaze.