At 8:12, Mo Yan finally endured the old lady who mistakenly recognized her as her granddaughter and woke up by herself, and let go of the hand that held her arm.

Mo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he didn't delay for too long.

Turning the wall of dwarf holly plants, the fountain is impressive.

Rushing. A thin curtain of water erupted, reflecting the morning sun and refracting a colorful halo. Around the fountain, only a few children of three or four years old were running and playing, and there was no trace of Wang Chengyou.

Mo Yan was looking around, and a burst of wonderful music on the guitar came out of the rushing water, attracting her to follow the prestige.

Looking over, I happened to see the curtain slowly falling behind the fountain. It turned out that a small stage was set up behind the fountain.

In the center of the stage sits a teenager in a cowboy hat.

Mo Yan was secretly surprised. The figure of plucking the strings of music made her instantly think of the stars.

“……

My sister has a pair of cute tiger teeth

The big hand took my little hand and grew up with me

My sister has short black hair

(Here Xingchen looked up and saw Mo Yan with short hair,

So the "long hair" in the lyrics was changed by him on the spot.

can only say that fortunately, he is playing and singing by himself. ）

If you find a beautiful girl in the future, you must be like her

……”

The folk flavor of the song is blowing in the face.

But, is this a birthday surprise? Thriller is more suitable.

Mo Yan subconsciously felt that he was choked by fate.

She took a step back, looked left and right, and didn't see Wang Chengyou.

Where is Mo Yan asked Wang Chengyou on WeChat.

In my father's company, Wang Chengyou replied against his will.

Did you call him back?

He wants to come back on his own, and I just advise him that he can't come back in vain.

Mo Yan didn't reply anymore, because Xingchen on the stage had already thrown away the guitar and stripped off the white T of the literary youth, revealing the waistcoat that showed off his figure. Intense music and colored spotlights suddenly appeared, and at the same time, several boys of similar size and style jumped on the stage.

Have you ever seen a flash mob?

It suddenly came to the show like a nervous disorder, and then quickly disappeared.

In front of Mo Yan was a flash mob.

When the neighbors in the community flocked to hear the music, the teenagers on the stage had already finished their two songs, and suddenly the typhoon changed and sang the happy birthday song.

Mo Yan's neck shrunk in the audience, and he had a premonition that something was wrong, so he hurriedly lowered himself and drilled into the crowd. Sinking down, the voices of the crowd came out.

"X Orange Boys!"

"Xingchen is so handsome, I love Xingchen the most!"

"I remember him, ...... last year"

"I'm dizzy! Halo of happiness! ”

Mo Yan slipped to the root of the wall, only to hide his face with his hands, and rushed home like a rat crossing the street. Walking 20 meters away, I suddenly heard a bang, and the surrounding crowd shouted "ah" and "ah". Mo Yan turned back as he ran forward, worried that there would be an explosion at the scene. Unexpectedly, when I turned around, I saw colored paper exploded in the air, and the letter balloon of "Happy Birthday" floating in the air.

She may not have seen the letters at a glance, but the few that fell into her eyes were enough for her to think of "Happy Birthday".

For a moment, she couldn't help but stop as she took a step forward, twisting her body and staring at the golden balloon fluttering in the sun and breeze, and suddenly had some tears in her eyes.

After the age of 7, she has hardly ever had a decent birthday, and she obviously encountered a standard birthday party scene, but she escaped very unproductively.

Did she run away because she was afraid of the stars? No, she was afraid that she would not be able to hold back her tears on the spot.

A child who has not been fully loved is so eager to be loved, and so afraid of receiving a lot of love.

Mo Yan touched a handful of tears, and in the dimness of tears, he saw the curtain behind the small fountain rising again.

Mo Yan turned his head and continued to walk in the direction of home, calling Xingchen as he went.

"Why did you leave early?" Xingchen angrily questioned her. But there is no politeness at all after a year of farewell.

"I'm afraid I'm going to cry."

Xingchen's anger suddenly dissipated: "Okay. Forgive. I rode away with my buddies. ”

"Huh? Just gone? I would also like to invite them to my house to play. My family lives in this community. ”

"Yes. I even know the unit and the room number. We just pretended to go, walked around outside, changed cars and came back. ”

"Oh, okay. I'm waiting at home. ”

Ending the call, Mo Yan was a little confused, was it Xingchen who was waiting for a while, or Xingchen and his partners?

Xingchen was also a little confused, always feeling that there was something he hadn't said to Mo Yan, and he couldn't remember what he was saying for a while. Forget it, let's talk about it when we meet.

Mo Yan walked to the unit building where she was and found that the balloons that had been released in front of her house had been cut and flew away. Phew, it's okay, otherwise people with rich associations will definitely guess seven, seven, eight, eight.

In a good mood that couldn't be better, Mo Yan took the key to open the door.

Pushing open the door, the person was still in the hallway, although he didn't see anything, Mo Yan immediately felt that the atmosphere in the room was wrong! An indescribable sense of oppression is spreading.

Mo Yan stepped across the entrance in two steps and turned his head to look at the sofa. There was no one there.

"Yan, are you back?" Mother Mo Jielian's dry voice sounded behind her.

It turned out that Mom was sitting at the dining table.

Mo Yan hurriedly turned around, but it was ...... who caught his eye first Another woman with completely different facial features but a three-point similar expression.

Looking at the age and mother, looking at the thin and wonderful figure, from the length of the neck, it can be roughly inferred that Mo Yan, who is at least 5C taller than his mother and is well versed in the proportion of the human body, came to a conclusion.

"This is, it's the eldest aunt." Mo Jielian took a breath and said to Mo Yan.

Mo Jieying!

Mo Yan quickly recalled the name of her mother's sister. My mother's sister had not yet graduated from junior high school, so she went to Shenzhen alone. Since then, he has never returned to his humble home in Shanghai. Looking at her face and clothes today, she obviously mixes better than her mother.

The person who was introduced, Bai Mo Jielian, glanced at it, obviously disliking the title of "big aunt".

In Shanghai, where Mo Jielian lived as a child, the child called her mother's sister, and she was indeed called "aunt"; If you call your mother's sister, you will be called "little aunt". Of course, since Mo Jielian only has one sister, the word "big" can also be omitted.

"Mo Yan? It's so pretty. Mo Jieying, who has now changed her name to "Mo Fei", spoke out of professional sensitivity. By the way, he untied his necklace, "I still wonder why I didn't have a reason to pick this necklace in the morning, it turns out that it is more worthy." ”

She walked towards Mo Yan, obviously wanting to put the necklace on Mo Yan.

She didn't ask Mo Yan's opinion, as if giving Mo Yan was Mo Yan's glory, and Mo Yan had no reason to oppose it at all.

In fact, Mo Yan really had no objection. She felt her aunt's strength as she stood softly.

When her aunt walked around behind her to help her buckle the necklace, her vision was unobstructed, and she just happened to see her mother. A nervous mom for some reason.