"I suddenly remembered that the community environment is so good, the property fee here must be very expensive, right? With such a handsome security guard standing at the door, the security premium must not be cheap, right? Ah, and the cleaning fee! The big house costs electricity, oh my God, it seems that there is also floor heating, and now even the gas is cost...... We can't afford to live, can we? ”

Mo Yan: "......"

Since knowing that this house was arranged little by little by his mother, Mo Yan's acceptance of this house has increased greatly.

At Mo Jielian's insistence, she slept in a new house that night.

When showering, I found that the shower had enough water. The dense waterline, unlike Wangjiadu's house, only a few dripping soft water injections, with a little strength on the body, are all the taste of happiness!

Wrapped in one of the spare two bathrobes, one deep and one shallow, Mo Yan kicked and dragged to the bedroom to the west of the living room. Lying on the soft and stiff bed, hugging the silky and cool thin quilt, the feeling of happiness welled up again.

Even Mo Yan herself couldn't tell whether it was because of these beautiful materials, or because of her mother's good intentions, that she felt happiness so deeply and intensely again and again.

Rolling around on the king-sized bed, she finally felt sleepy, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Mo Jielian walked in on tiptoe: "Yan! I'm so happy! Can't sleep at all! ”

Mo Yan: "......"

After almost a whole night, Mo Jielian finally felt sleepiness coming, so she let Mo Yan go and stopped asking her to pinch her again and again, so as to confirm that everything was not a dream.

In the middle of summer, the sun begins to shine brightly.

In a bedroom on the 30th floor of Building E, Mo Jielian's mother and daughter closed their eyes tightly, immersed in the dark kingdom, and slept soundly.

In the small Xingcha shop, Wang Chengyou looked out the window many times, but still did not see Mo Yan's figure. He had the phone in his hand and became impatient. You know, by 11:30 a.m. at the latest, he needs to go home and have lunch with his mother Michel.

"Why don't you just call her in a hurry?" Xingchen held his chin and asked Wang Chengyou, who was like an ant on a hot pot.

"What if she's sleeping? I don't want to wake her up. ”

Xingchen disdainfully: "Anything is possible, but it is impossible to sleep." Who's still sleeping at 11 o'clock in the afternoon? ”

Wang Chengyou glared at Xingchen with "resentment": "Anything is possible." Sleeping is also possible! If you think about it carefully, it's not a big deal that you found the crux that bothered you, and it wasn't worth waking up my family's Mo Yan's clear dream. “

Xingchen was not convinced, but he didn't want to argue with the person in front of him.

The person in front of him is simply his benefactor of recreation!

On the first day, he lay on the bed with only a mattress and no bed in the Xingcha shop, his eyes looking into the void, no matter how hard he tried, he felt that his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't figure out the way he told his story to himself.

When he found out that his parents had abandoned him under the pretext of earning money, how did he interpret the incident to himself? The devil knows! At that time, he was only two or three years old, and I am afraid he didn't even have a long-term memory!

When his grandmother died, he was hungry and alone, and when he was huddled in the tube room, how did he interpret what was happening to himself at the time? Ha, I'm afraid it's thanks to the fact that there is still a mouse in the house, so he won't be too lonely. What metaphysical questions can you expect a child of a few years old to think!

Sleeve sleeve ......

No! Xingchen suddenly clutched his head in pain and curled up. No! He can't deny that Sleeve Sleeve died for him!

Breathing became rapid, his face turned pale, and there were 2 villains arguing in his head.

One said, you can't be ungrateful! The other said, "Isn't it okay to just talk about things?"

One says that denial is betrayal! The other said, is it really the ending you want?

……

The sharp quarrel finally subsided.

Xingchen's mind slowly cleared up.

Some details that have always been ignored in the past, intentionally or unintentionally, have resurfaced.

I remember one time, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, other students went home, and Xingchen stayed in the dormitory alone.

I thought that he was the only one left in the entire accommodation area, but I didn't expect that as soon as I went out, I met the sleeves.

Xingchen, who was only 10 years old, subconsciously asked his sleeves: Were you also sold here by your parents? Sleeves laughed and cried: My mom didn't know who my dad was. She didn't want to see me. I didn't want her to upset her, so I didn't go home.

Is it since then that the relationship between the two of them has become closer?

When I think about this, there seems to be a phantom figure in the black in front of me. The slender, straight, and love-inducing silhouette is simply a replica of the sleeves. Xingchen was scared, panicked, wanted to find the phone, wanted to turn on the light.

"Smack."

The switch is on and the lights are bright. The room was empty, and there was nothing unusual about it.

That silhouette is your own hallucination, right?

But—Xingchen immediately had new suspicions—when the sleeve that jumped off the building for him was about to appear in front of him, why was his first reaction to be scared, not ecstatic?

The stars fell into deep thought.

The next morning, Xingchen felt enlightened.

He made a phone call to Wang Chengyou, and as for whether Wang Chengyou hadn't woken up yet, it wasn't something he had to worry about. Since you have become someone else's spiritual mentor, how can you not pay a price.

"Wouldn't it seem despicable if I suspected that the sleeves didn't die for me?"

Wang Chengyou pondered for a moment or two, and replied solemnly: "It's just responsible for yourself, not despicable." ”

"I have some ideas that I want to talk to you about. Just talk on the phone. ”

At half past five in the morning, Wang Chengyou leaned back on the chair of the pirate ship, listening to Xingchen talk about his thoughts and feelings.

Xingchen said that he has lived with his grandmother since he was a child, and he was invisibly influenced by his grandmother, and he accepted his fate at a young age.

He admits that his parents don't take him with him, anyway, there are children who have been left at home by his parents; He recognized that his grandmother died suddenly, and his grandmother had already said that wealth and nobility have a destiny in life and death, and when you should die, it is not a single cent, it is grandma's life, and he has nothing to say.

He recognized the cruel life in the Star Factory, after all, life was originally a cruel thing to plunder each other's resources...... He knows everything, but one thing!

"I don't want to admit that I died for my sleeve." Xingchen scratched his head in pain.

"No one wants to carry a heavy cross." Wang Chengyou echoed and expressed his understanding.

"Nope! Not what you think! The stars corrected fiercely.

"That's about the sleeve appeal! What the hell did she die for? If it is vaguely put on my head, then isn't she dying in vain? ”

Wang Chengyou suddenly hooked the rope and sat up, he spun in a circle, no longer with his head down and feet up: "If you can find out that there is another reason for the death of the sleeve, what will happen to your heart?" ”

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