That day, she went back to Jinqiao College to defend her thesis.

That day also happened to be the day when the Big Page Interior Space Branch passed the audit of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau.

At noon, she eats in the cafeteria and waits for the afternoon to play. The Nancheng Graceland suddenly became a sensation, and the students scrambled to get up and leave the table.

When Mo Yan, who was pre-arranging the defense situation in his mind, noticed the abnormality around him, a scream had already sounded in the cafeteria, and the word "Xingchen" was endless. Mo Yan turned her head and saw Xingchen, escorted by the security guards, open the crowd and walk towards her.

He took a bouquet of roses that were exaggeratedly large, placed them on the empty seat beside her, sat down across from her, and told her that he had flown in to congratulate her on her graduation. In front of everyone's eyes, Mo Yan had no fan awareness, and said, "I haven't officially graduated yet." ”

"Then I wish you to open a branch."

"The branch is not open yet."

"Then I wish you a big star friend like me."

Xingchen grabbed Mo Yan's hand holding the soup spoon to eat: "Mo Yan, I really flew here from Beijing for you, even if no one asked me to do this, I would have wanted to do it a long time ago." ”

Mo Yan's eyes were misty at that moment, and she seemed to hear the name of "Wang Chengyou", although Xingchen did not say it explicitly.

That time was the closest Wang Chengyou had to her in the whole two years.

"Is your aunt okay?"

Aunt...... Providence made people, she really suffered from breast cancer in the most proud time of her life, and it was already in the middle when she was diagnosed. The aunt did not collapse, but fell into a deep silence.

The "illness" of the sophomore Spring Festival seems to be a premeditated exercise.

Breast cancer is the number one cancer killer in women, claiming the lives of millions of women every year. Although people suspect that wearing a bra too tight for a long time is the cause, in fact, no one knows what triggers breast cancer.

At present, the conventional treatment of breast cancer is targeted therapy through drugs, in addition to removing both breasts. Towards the end of her junior year, and the second week after her aunt's diagnosis, my aunt chose to fly to the United States for targeted therapy.

When she was in the United States to seek medical treatment, her aunt let go of her career and her control over Mo Yan.

Mo Yan, who has never known anything about this, can be regarded as a fool and a fool. According to her aunt's plan, when Mo Yan graduates from university, she will trick her into going to the capital, cultivate her into a courtesan, and finally take over her star-making factory.

Aunt Mo Fei asked her sister Mo Jielian if she was willing to accompany her to seek medical treatment in a foreign country, Mo Jielian burst into tears and couldn't stop nodding.

In the face of life and death, many grievances seem small and indissolvable.

Throughout the summer of her junior year and senior year, Ms. and Mrs. Mo accompanied Mo Fei to the Harvard Medical District in Boston, Massachusetts, and Brigham and Women's Hospital, the main hospital affiliated with Harvard Medical School.

Senior year was eventful, and that year, Mo Yan, as the only immediate family member, attended a memorial service for his grandmother held by a nursing home.

The one who accompanied her through the eventful season was a writer.

Thinking of the writer, Mo Yan's heart unconsciously softened when facing Wang Chengyou, and hardened a little bit.

"Very good." She replied bluntly to Wang Chengyou.

It's strange that my aunt is good. After seeking medical treatment for a year and a half, the lesion was extinguished here and there, and metastatic recurrence occurred after healing, which made the doctor very unoptimistic about the life expectancy of the aunt.

Every time her mother Mo Jielian videos with Mo Yan, she can't help but cry secretly.

Once, my aunt in a wheelchair took the video call from her mother's hand and said to Mo Yan with a calm smile: "You don't have to worry, there is no such genetic constitution in your family." ”

Because Mo Yan's attitude suddenly turned cold, Wang Chengyou cautiously chose not to speak again.

Halfway through the car, Wang Chengyou stopped.

"There's a nice ramen restaurant here that specializes in sauerkraut and braised pork toppings. Let's get a bowl of it? ”

Mo Yan shook his head.

"Would you like to have a bowl with me? I'm so hungry that my stomach cramps. He hadn't said this coquettish tone for two years. Prayer is useful.

Mo Yan got out of the car.

It happens to be a place to park on the road.

Wang Chengyou got out of the car very happily and locked the car. Lead the way ahead.

He said with a smile in his voice about the process of discovering this wonderful shop by chance, "Be careful of the steps", passing by the steps, he interjected, and when he turned around, he was shocked to find that there was no Mo Yan's figure behind him!

Looking away, I saw Mo Yan opening the door of a taxi that had just stopped. When Wang Chengyou reacted and rushed over, Mo Yan had already thrown the car door and walked away.

I could only watch Mo Yan leave.

"No hurry, no hurry." The king promised to recite the scriptures and chattered endlessly.

Autumn is the rainy season.

The visit of Typhoon "Lingling" made the already rainy autumn of the magic capital even more rainy and rainy.

In the first year of graduate school, there is not much difference from that of an undergraduate student, and there are still many classes taken every day. For Mo Yan, he was not free when he was in Jinqiao Academy.

Fortunately, the company has become formal, and she can get out of school to study.

It's the Wednesday of the first week of school.

As "Lingling" approached, the wind began to blow violently since the morning, and the rain poured down. Mo Yan was wearing rain boots and an umbrella to cover her body, and after getting out of the driver's car, Wan Ting went to the classroom.

A layer of blisters soon formed on the ground.

After four classes, it was raining in the school, and the students excitedly crowded in the corridor of the teaching building, leaning on an umbrella in their hands, secretly looking for someone they wanted to talk to.

Mo Yan was more anxious than anyone else.

While others are just waiting for lunch, she's going to a bidding party.

The driver would be waiting for her at the school gate, but here to the school gate, it is 1,500 meters long. When the rain passed, she was afraid that it would rain heavily outside the umbrella, and it would rain lightly inside the umbrella, and her clothes would be half wet.

A miniature Cooper with a red hijab splashed in the pouring rain and drove up to the front of the school building. It immediately attracted the attention of the entire corridor upstairs and downstairs.

The driver's door opened, a bright yellow umbrella opened, and the voice of the megaphone was obviously shouted: "Mo Yan, dear, I'm here to pick you up." ”

The whistles and screams are indistinguishable, and the atmosphere is instantly pushed to a climax.

Students love this romantic act of loving love the most. People exchanged heads and asked each other who knew "Mo Yan". Mo Yan was still trembling, and he was betrayed by his fellow Daoists of the same class and profession. They happily pushed Mo Yan, almost pushing her out of the hallway.

Wang Chengyou's eyes were sharp, and he walked towards Mo Yan with an umbrella.

Standing in front of Mo Yan, Wang Chengyou's heart fluctuated, and he looked a little excited: "I'll carry you over?" ”

“……”

"Otherwise, I'll take you back?"

"Get out!"

Wang Chengyou smiled, revealing two small tiger teeth, and the copper-colored skin plated for him in his military career had not yet faded.