She smiled with relief and let out a long breath, "You're scaring me a little." ”

Originally, Mo Yan still had things like "Wang Chengyou who came back is not what I expected, I can't seem to renew my relationship with him, but because I still love him, I am also unwilling to associate with you" and the like, so I still hold it in my heart.

Just one sentence set off a storm in Wenhao's heart, she is still an Sheng, don't imagine that Wenhao can be her godfather and psychological counselor.

After the writer calmed down, Mo Yan tried to withdraw the hand held by the writer, but the writer held it tighter, and said clearly, "Let me hold it for a while, when you confirm the relationship between lovers, I won't have this chance." ”

Mo Yan didn't think that she would renew her relationship with Wang Chengyou, but she couldn't do anything that might make the writer feel lucky. made the writer think that she would definitely rebuild the old with Wang Chengyou.

The writer is a benefactor and a relative to her.

She cares about Wenhao's feelings and sincerely hopes that Wenhao will be happy.

She didn't want to waste the writer's time again, and let the writer experience the heartbreak from hope to disappointment again.

"I'm only 30 years old, a man is thirty-one flowers, and from the perspective of social age, I am in the best age like you at the age of 23, just as hot."

Mo Yan laughed, "That's it." You're still Diamond. ”

Wenhao stroked Mo Yan's hand, lowered his eyes, and the smile on his face slowly receded, "My only regret is that I have never traveled with you." ”

Mo Yan couldn't help but soften when he saw him caressing her hand so delicately and lingeringly.

"It's too busy. When I open my eyes every day, what I think about is work, thousands of people, thousands of mouths, mission, and responsibility. I kept telling myself that when I was busy for a while, I would take Xiaoyan to Tahiti, Bali, Hawaii, and Maldives when I was free......

'Wait until you're done for a while,' like a beautiful lie, and like a carrot hanging in front of a stupid donkey. And I'm a stupid donkey.

We had two years of undisturbed time, but we never traveled alone.

I'm really a little scared, and one day, I collapsed in the hospital bed, and I looked back on my life, and the most regretful thing was that when I was young, because of work, I never enjoyed a carefree and happy holiday. ”

The more the writer spoke, the more sad he became, seeing that his head was hanging lower and lower, and his tone was becoming more and more remorseful, Mo Yan couldn't help but say, "Where do you want to go?" If you have time, I can accompany you. ”

"Really?" The writer looked up in surprise, tears in his eyes.

"Seriously!"

"How long is it valid?"

Mo Yan thought about it, "Within half a year? ”

She knows that no matter how free and easy she is, she is like a writer, and it is impossible to leave as soon as she says. The responsibility that should be shouldered, no matter how heavy the resentment is, it is still necessary to carry it.

The writer's eyes lit up, "Poon." He kissed the back of one of Mo Yan's hands.

Mo Yan was a little embarrassed, but more happy.

It can make the writer happy, and she is also happy.

"Lingling" crossed the border, already the next morning.

Mini-Cooper again stopped at the bottom of the school building after the fourth period of the morning.

The students with super good memories kept looking around, trying to find Mo Yan's figure.

Mo Yan stood in the depths of the teaching building, saw Wang Chengyou in the sun from a distance, and saw the mini Cooper on the red roof, and refused to take any further steps.

From time to time, people walking past her bumped into her left or right arm. Sometimes the collision is light, like passing by; Sometimes she had to take half a step forward to cushion the force.

Until the flow of people after class was gone, Mo Yan was still standing in place.

Wang Chengyou has changed various standing postures, but he has never lost confidence and is still waiting by the car.

Mo Yan raised his wrist to look at the time, it was already 12:30.

She could feel that even if she waited any longer, she couldn't wait for Wang Chengyou to leave.

His face was cold, but he couldn't help but fly sweetness in his heart. What should be faced, sooner or later, must be faced. Mo Yan stepped out of the depths of the first floor of the teaching building.

"Hey."

Wang Chengyou greeted softly, as if he had never had a long wait.

"How do you know I'm not gone?" Mo Yan looked him straight in the eye.

"I know. Even if I can't see it, I can feel it. Wang Chengyou replied, also looking directly into her eyes.

The eyes were dark and full of sincerity, sucking Mo Yan's mind like a black hole.

Mo Yan took the lead in withdrawing her gaze from each other, she smirked twice, and lowered her face, "It's useless." Let's go. ”

"Come with me. On the way to the Qiaosuo Bridge, there is an old osmanthus tree, and the fragrance is very special. I heard that smell lasts longer than sight, so let's smell it together. ”

Wang Chengyou wanted to pull Mo Yan, but Mo Yan pushed him in the chest.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, Mo Yan spoke, "Wang Chengyou, I have no way to pretend that everything has not happened, everything is as before!" ”

Wang Chengyou looked at Mo Yan.

Mo Yan continued, "I warned you, but you still won't explain anything to me!" Please respect my feelings! ”

Wang Chengyou looked away.

Mo Yan wiped a handful of tears, even she couldn't explain herself, why she couldn't help tears as soon as she opened her mouth to talk to Wang Chengyou, "You may have something unspeakable, you can't say anything." But I can't continue with a pimple. That's it, you go back to your Yangguan Road, and leave me to walk my single-plank bridge quietly. From then on, the well water did not interfere with the river water. ”

An irrepressible sadness flooded from the bottom of my heart.

It was Mo Yan who said "begging to be let go", but she felt that she was the one who was abandoned, so sad that she couldn't help it and cried.

A pair of large hot hands, gently running through her short hair, suddenly increased the force again, forcing her to lift her chin.

Through the hand she covered her face, a hot kiss fell.

Mo Yan was frightened and dumbfounded.

But the kiss didn't stop because she was dumbfounded.

A book that had been clutched in his armpit fell and was tossed up by the passing wind, making a soft noise.

A small bee looking for flowers is attracted by Mo Yan's bright yellow backpack, and the instigator wings come to smell the smell.

A pair of small fists clenched tightly because of nervousness had nowhere to be placed, swung in the air, slowly fell, slowly stretched out, and rested on a strong and tense back.

"That's good."

After a long time, Wang Chengyou praised Mo Yan in a deep voice.

Mo Yan's face was crimson, flashing, lowering his eyes, and gently but resolutely pushing away Wang Chengyou, who was holding her in his arms.

"It's useless. You know. ”

Carrying the backpack that fell in the crook of his arm, Mo Yan left with his head held high.

Wang Chengyou was not discouraged, he looked at Mo Yan's departing back with a smile, and shouted loudly, "Behind the Three Sects, in the direction of Qiusuo Bridge, that old laurel tree is as thick as the mouth of the sea bowl." Don't forget to smell the flowers. ”

Mo Yan didn't say anything, and he didn't look back.

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