Mo Yan's feeling of reading the letter was comparable to knocking over a sauce shop.

Sad! He didn't even say goodbye.

Gratified! He still loves her.

Doubt! What do you mean by "not blaming you for making me understand that love is not enough"?

Surprise! It's been two years.

Saddened! He was blaming himself, and she had no idea what was going on.

It must not be that she doesn't listen to the dissuasion to go to the neon country, so, what is it?

Mo Yan held his head in both hands, trying to help his thinking. However, she has been so busy in the past six months, so busy that she unknowingly ignored Wang Chengyou. I always thought that as long as she worked hard, she would catch up with him and stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

It turns out that working too hard is also a kind of alienation.

Mo Yan tugged at her hair hard, that was her chagrin. Knowing that there was today, she would rather go slower.

A pair of soft hands gently covered Mo Yan's hands full of pain and struggle.

Jiang Xiaoxi squatted opposite Mo Yan and didn't speak, just gently held Mo Yan's hand.

Mo Yan gasped for breath, as if he was weighed down by an invisible weight. Jiang Xiaoxi saw that Mo Yan was no longer scratching his hair, so he patted Mo Yan's back like a baby, and Mo Yan slowly relaxed.

When Li Xinran returned from a date, Mo Yan was sleeping.

"Shhhhh

"What's the matter with her?" Li Xinran pointed to Mo Yan's bed.

Jiang Xiaoxi shook his head: "I didn't ask." ”

Li Xinran glanced at Jiang Xiaoxi with an extremely skeptical look. Compared with Xiao Jiangxi who didn't ask, she was more willing to believe that she knew the inside story than to say.

Li Xinran shook his hand as a fan, kicked his slippers under his feet, either to do laundry or to find something. Although the man did not speak, his voice kept ringing. Jiang Xiaoxi, who didn't like to have conflicts with others, endured it with a calm face.

"Hey, Xiao Jiangxi, I remember you were on the train at night. Why aren't you leaving? ”

"I pushed back the day."

"Yo, that doesn't necessarily mean you can grab a sleeper."

Jiang Xiaoxi turned his face and pretended to bury his head in reading.

Li Xinran could feel Jiang Xiaoxi's disdain for her, she hugged her arms, and the corners of her mouth twitched: "Have you ever thought that people may just have a little trouble with their boyfriend?" After all, hypocritical people, even if they are robbed of a few words by their lovers, they can react as if they have suffered the grievances of the century. I'll it! Is it worth your effort? Do people accept your affection? ”

Jiang Xiaoxi didn't raise his head: "I don't do things in return, only for my own heart." ”

Li Xinran laughed as if she had heard the joke of the year.

Mo Yan slowly opened her eyes amid her laughter.

Weakness, what's the point?!

"Wow." Mo Yan made a big move to open the list that Jiang Xiaoxi had covered her and sat up.

Her movements were so loud that Li Xinran couldn't help but interrupt with laughter and looked up at her.

Mo Yan climbed out of bed and smiled amid Jiang Xiaoxi's surprise "You're awake". After getting off the top bunk, Mo Yan took out his mobile phone from his backpack and made a call in front of his two roommates.

"Secretary Zhang, book me a ticket from Shanghai to Xinyu...... No? That's the high-speed rail. I'll take a picture of the ID card of the person who booked the ticket to you later. Also, ask the driver to pick up people from Jinqiao College...... Pick up whom? People who take the high-speed rail, of course! ”

Jiang Xiaoxi covered his mouth, his eyes lit up with that accident + surprise!

Li happily pursed her lips resentfully, but her eyes revealed her heart. She envies!

After making the call, Mo Yan turned around and stretched out his hand towards Jiang Xiaoxi: "ID card." ”

Jiang Xiaoxi touched his wallet and shouted, "It's so handsome." Mo Yan, you are so handsome, like a female president! ”

"Where, where, it's just a female manager."

"Wow~" Mo Yan's "female manager" remarks aroused Jiang Xiaoxi's wow and wow screams again. Today's Jiang Xiaoxi has put aside the ladylike dogma she believes in.

After getting Jiang Xiaoxi's high-speed rail ticket, Mo Yan silently asked himself: Weak, what's the point?! The conclusion is that gentleness may still have some meaning, but as for weakness, it is just a drag on good teammates and connivance at ugly opponents.

Mo Yan looked at Li Xinran coldly, Li Xinran couldn't resist her gaze, forced it as if nothing happened, tore down a book casually, and lowered his head.

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A fact that made the writer not know whether to be happy or sad was in front of him.

At the beginning of September, there was such a news in the elite circle of the hometown city: Wang Chen, an industrialist who successfully swallowed an elephant and completed the seemingly impossible annexation, went against the ordinary and sent his son, who was studying in a prestigious school, to the army!

For a time, all the parents who held the enterprise were pondering the benefits of sending their children to the army.

In the face of such a rumor, the writer bitterly gave birth to a feeling of "deep hidden merit and fame".

It is true that there is a conflict between Wang Chengyou and his father, but which pair of fathers and sons does not have a conflict. I'm afraid that the jealousy he stirred up was the biggest reason why Wang Chengyou left the country.

How did Wang Chengyou report his name as a soldier? The writer frowned puzzled.

It is said that Wang Chen will definitely intervene. It's not that he is unpatriotic, but as a businessman, it is instinct to weigh the pros and cons, and Wang Chen should not let Wang Chengyou interrupt his studies for two years in vain.

The writer was puzzled.

In the love arena, repelling a third party (no matter what, no matter what, whoever appears between him and Mo Yan is a third party) is his goal of action. He won.

But I didn't feel the slightest joy.

originally thought that without Wang Chengyou, Mo Yan would be his own. Unexpectedly, without Wang Chengyou, Mo Yan still didn't accept his olive branch.

Mo Yan wants to wait for Wang Chengyou to come back!

In the face of such an unexpected ending, the writer has a sense of vicissitudes of life. Dad Lao Tang always began to urge marriage, and his strength was definitely different from that of his moderate mother.

The writer began to suffer from insomnia.

A new choice is in front of you: is it to take advantage of Wang Chengyou's absence for two years to warm Mo Yan's heart and take a big gamble? Or do you follow the established plan and turn around if you don't get it? That's a problem.

Zhenyuan Wang's house.

Mi Zhi, who was asleep, suddenly woke up, and slapped her husband Wang Chen with both hands: "Didn't you say that you would travel to Tibet?" Why did you sign up for the army? ”

Wang Chen sighed: "This kid's trick made me unexpected." Where did I think that he would simply play such a golden cicada shelling method! ”

"Smack." The bedside light was on.

The old couple on the luxurious bed, you look at me, I look at you. It seems that the person who woke up in the middle of the night and had an inexplicable conversation was not them.

"Smack." The bedside lamp went out again.

"Sleep." Wang Chen patted Mi Zhi.

Enlisting in the army is not a job, the army is not a company, it is an area beyond the reach of his power, and he is not allowed to interfere. By the time he got the news, it was too late.

The son is his seed in the end, and he has his strength and determination. On weekdays, he is a person who does not stand like he sits or sits, and smiles, but he can cunningly and steadily do things he does not agree with under his nose, and hit the part that he is most powerless to fight back.

Whenever I think of this, I always sigh and want to sigh, but my heart is satisfied and happy. This is the rhythm of going out of the teacher.

When my son comes back after 2 years, I'm afraid that I will have to change my way of treating him as a child.

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Around dawn, a particularly bright "morning star" on the eastern horizon is steadily shining in the sky.

The vast grassland is still very quiet at this time.

Mo Yan, who had come to Inner Mongolia to inspect real estate in order to bid for interior design, stood on the beautiful morning grassland, the weeds under her feet carrying dewdrops, and the breeze blowing away her tulle shawl.

She looked up at Daystar, and her heart was quite peaceful.

I hope Wang Chengyou can share this beautiful scenery with her.

Raising the camera, Mo Yan recorded the wonderful scene that he was going to tell Wang Chengyou in the past two years.

(End of Volume III)

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