Nangong Mo replied lightly: "It still will." Mom and Dad's marriage is just accidental, but these things happen inevitably. ”

"Is it really inevitable?" Nangong Pei'er asked softly, Mu Ne raised her head and looked at Nangong Mo, "But, Xiaosi, she is dead, big brother, why aren't you sad at all?" Saying that, Nangong Pei'er turned her gaze to Si Shao again, her lips hooked up with bitterness, and she continued to say in a slight voice: "Why aren't you sad?" Do you think she really deserves to die? Well? ”

The sound at the end, like questioning others, and like asking yourself, with helplessness and self-blame in her quiet tone, Nangong Mo and Si Shao looked at each other and didn't speak, Nangong Pei'er may be pretending to be sick and tossing everyone in the Nangong family, but the most powerful thing she tossed was herself, maybe they all miscalculated, Nangong Pei'er is really sick, not autistic, but depressed, otherwise how to explain that she committed suicide by cutting her wrists.

Nangong Mo was thinking, did he believe what he said? Is it really inevitable that all of this will happen? Is the so-called repayment of debts inevitable? He wasn't sure, but it was just a pretext to appease others and comfort themselves.

If everything happens inevitable, then there must be preconditions, and if the preconditions are blocked, where does the inevitability come from?

Nangong Mo sighed invisibly, straightened up and looked at Nangong Pei'er's stingy face and asked, "Pei'er, it's okay to toss anyone, don't toss yourself anymore, she definitely doesn't want you to live like this." At the beginning, she went to Chengdu to rescue you from being covered in injuries, but she didn't want you to hate anyone, she hoped that you would live with her persistence. ”

"Persistence?" Nangong Pei'er smiled hoarsely, and asked extremely forbearingly: "What is her insistence?" Do you trade your own life for the guilt of someone else's life? ”

"Pei'er!" Nangong Mo seemed to be a little angry, and shouted in a low voice with a warning implication, Nangong Pei'er raised her head and looked directly at Nangong Mo's angry eyes without fear, and continued to look at Nangong Mo's mouth one by one, saying something she didn't want to hear, Nangong Mo continued: "You are qualified to mock everyone, but you are not qualified to mock her." You can blame everyone, but you can't blame her. Ask yourself, who is sorry for you? No one is sorry for you. ”

Nangong Mo strode out of the ward, Nangong Pei'er was still expressionless, her eyes were dry and lackluster, her lips were chapped and her white skin was peeled, and the corners of her mouth hooked up with a bitter smile.

Yes, no one is sorry for her, she is just doing this to make herself feel better, and she deceives herself that she is not so cold and ruthless to Yi Li, she cares about Yi Li, and she is not like a walking corpse every day.

Nangong Pei'er thought that she had made a mess of herself, and in the eyes of others, she was a manifestation of grief, but she didn't know that in the eyes of others, she was just a hypocrite who directed and acted herself, neither comforting herself nor hiding it from others.

However, she was really sad, really, powerless, really, she wanted to cry.

Si Shao stretched out his hand and took her into his arms, and said softly: "Pei'er, cry if you want to, the second brother is here with you." ”

Nangong Mo stood outside the ward, and when he saw the two people snuggling up to each other, his eyes sank, his face was a little cold, and he turned around and strode away.

He didn't know what Nangong Pei'er thought in his heart, and he didn't know what kind of feelings Nangong Pei'er had for Yi Li.

When a person dies like a lamp going out, all he leaves behind is a fragmented memory.

What can the living do? It's nothing more than that they can't accept a person's death, and they are timid and cowardly and don't dare to go with it, so they can only keep tossing themselves to show that they are actually sad, in fact, the living people are not unable to accept the deceased people, but they are afraid that they will forget the deceased people at the moment when someone leaves the tea and cools soon.

What people are most afraid of is that they only find out after a long time that they have betrayed their original selves, and now they are powerless and unable to bear the grief that they can't bear.

Just like himself, he just wanted to vent his resentment for thirteen years, he never thought that he would participate in the affairs of Yi Li, and he never thought that he would put her in his heart, what he thought about at that time was just when Yi San set up his own door and wanted to turn the Yi family upside down, how the little girl of the Yi family should deal with herself.

But who knows, he saw himself walking towards Yi lip step by step, putting her in his heart little by little, and wanting to plan for her little by little, so that she could be chic and wanton and stable for half a life. But when all the plans had just begun, he realized that the most powerless thing was not that he had encountered too many thorns and dangers on the road to develop his ambitions, but that he was full of joy and felt that there was finally someone who could see all the sails with him at the end of the road and glimpse the prosperity of thousands of miles, but that person left quietly and left a trace of afterimage.

Then he, ascending to the heights, is it just for half a life of loneliness?

Luoluo, I miss you.

Nangong Mo thought silently in her heart, but she smiled sadly on her face, what could she do if she thought about it, but Yi Yan didn't leave her the slightest thought.

Nangong Mo drove to the fifth building of Fengzhuyuan, which belonged to Mo Nanluo's private apartment, where were the photos on the wall, recording Yi's every move, and smiling. As Bai Mo said, in the next few days, he could only live by these photos, and then told himself countless times every day that it was Mo Nanluo who was lonely for half his life, not Nangong Mo.

Mo Nanluo can not marry a wife and have children, but Nangong Mo cannot. Family is Mo Nanluo's talisman, but it is Nangong Mo's umbrella.

Nangong Mo sat alone in the huge living room, his legs folded on the low coffee table, leaning lazily on the back of the sofa chair, holding a half-lit cigarette in his left hand, the blue-gray smoke slowly went up, the wind from the floor-to-ceiling window came slightly, the smoke spread out without a trace, and the blue flame on his right hand that kept rising and extinguishing looked extremely strange in the dark room.

Before you know it, it's already night. In the distance, you can still see the dazzling white lights of the nearby apartment buildings lingering in front of you, and you can show your teeth and claws like a mischievous child.

Uncle Zhan pushed open the door of the floor-to-ceiling window from the outside and came in, and when he saw Nangong Mo, he was stunned for a moment, walked over and turned on the light, turned back to Nangong Mo, and lowered his hand and called respectfully: "Master Mo." ”

Nangong Mo turned a deaf ear, the cigarette in his hand was about to burn out, his fingers shrank when it was hot, and the cigarette in his hand fell directly onto the smooth and bright floor tiles, and when he flicked it, the soot splashed all over the ground.

Seeing Nangong Mo's expressionless appearance, Uncle Zhan looked at his fingertips stained with blue-gray soot, and shouted again: "Master Mo, have you eaten?" ”

Nangong Mo came back to his senses, put the lighter in his hand on the coffee table, put down the overlapping legs, and replied in a hoarse voice: "I'm not hungry." Uncle Zhan wanted to say something, but Nangong Mo continued to speak: "Is Bai Mo okay over there?" ”

"Not yet." Uncle Zhan shook his head, "Master Mo, are you planning to retreat?" Supporting white ink? ”

Nangong Mo didn't answer, stood up and went directly to the second floor, Uncle Zhan looked at Nangong Mo's figure and sighed and shook his head, he hadn't seen Nangong Mo so restless for a long time, looking depressed.

He still remembered that when Nangong Mo entered the Tao, he was just a hairy boy, although his emotions were well hidden, he was still a little uncertain about doing things, but in recent years, Nangong Mo has been able to be completely moody and angry, hiding his emotions very deeply, and outsiders basically can't guess his true thoughts.

Since this room was hung with a photo of Yi Lip, Nangong Mo rarely came back once a month, and every time he came, he had to sit in the living room alone with the light turned off for a long time, and only went upstairs when there were more cigarette ashes on the ground before going upstairs, and then sat quietly in the study overnight, and left the next day refreshed, never showing his tiredness.

But half an hour, Wenqu and Yue Lingxi came over, as soon as they entered the house, Yue Lingxi nodded at Uncle Zhan, who was cleaning up the ashes, Wenqu whistled at Uncle Zhan with a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "Uncle Zhan, you can't do these things when you are full and have nothing to do, otherwise the boss will not be upset, are you deliberately tormenting him and not letting him feel better." ”

Uncle Zhan glanced at Wen Qu with a subtle expression, lowered his head and continued to sweep the ashes and said, "Your kid's ribs are complete?" ”

Wenqu stopped talking, stopped talking, and glanced at Yue Lingxi with a wry expression, Yue Lingxi turned a blind eye and took Yi Yaxi to sit on the sofa. Wen Qu saw that no one paid attention to him, and he didn't bother himself, so he lay on the single sofa with a big grin, and found a comfortable position to close his eyes and recuperate.

After Uncle Zhan put the broom and shovel away, he came out of the kitchen, looked at Wenqu and asked, "Where are the people you are looking for?" ”

"There is a tail on the way back, and we are separated from Zuofu, so it is estimated that it is almost there at this time." As soon as Wenqu's words fell, there was a noise outside the door, and after a while, I saw a man with clear eyebrows and cute eyes walking in, Wenqu looked at the man and complained: "Zuo Fu, put away your cute expression, and the right Bi is not there." ”

Wenqu's words were stuck in his throat, and he suddenly lost his voice, because he saw Youbi coming in behind Zuo Fu, looking at him with a pair of eyes that were extremely threatening, Wenqu touched his nose and stopped talking, Yue Lingxi got up and walked outside the door to pull the people outside in.

What kind of person is that? Everyone has seen Fu Ya, a famous psychiatrist who wanders in Nandu. Her face was calm and gentle, with a shallow smile, her eyes wandered, her hands clasped in front of her nervously, her long straight black hair that had fallen to her knees was a little messy, and the blue cotton dress on her body was also stained with some ash.

Uncle Zhan looked at Yi Yaxi and the appearance of the woman in front of him, just like that, and instantly understood that this was the person Nangong Mo was looking for.

"Zuo Fu, isn't the broken army with you? What about people? Wenqu asked Zuo Fu.

"Gentle Township has gone." Zuo Fu looked cute, and the words he said were also gentle and sexy, which made people get goosebumps.

"Uncle Zhan, the boss hasn't come over yet?" Youbi ignored the meaningful smile on Wenqu's face, and turned his head to ask Uncle Zhan.

"Come, upstairs in the study."