Mo Xiaomi thought he had misheard.

"Mr. Gu, what did you say?" Mo Xiaomi, asked cautiously, she was alone in society, and she had to be harassed and hit by her stepmother, stepsister, two half-sisters, and competitors, and she had already cultivated a hard secular mentality.

Whether she is a philistine or a thick-skinned person, she is just proving herself, and she just wants to be a superior person and not be bullied by others.

"Nothing!" Gu Yanze also felt that he was a little out of shape, and then looked at the computer screen and began to continue working.

has already apologized, if Gu Yanze still doesn't let her go, Mo Xiaomi will be helpless!

Continue to put on her sleeping artifact, the frog blindfold, and prepare to continue sleeping.

When there was an even breathing sound around him, Gu Yanze looked sideways at Mo Xiaomi.

At this time, Gu Yanze's expression was indifferent, and he did not have the haze and indifference just now.

That title, if Gu Yanze heard it before, he would definitely be furious, but he has already passed the age of his establishment, and he has already looked down on some things.

He was indeed a cripple.

When he was in the countryside, only the old housekeeper was by his side, because his legs couldn't walk, and the old housekeeper was afraid that the children in the village would bully him and not let him go out to play, so he would stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the third floor every day, watching Mo Mi take the children in the village to school, get out of school, and play around like a child king.

Laugh and laugh, talk and laugh.

And his flexible and healthy legs that he can't envy!

I still remember Mo Xiaomi, because of Mo Xiaomi's crisp laughter and cheerful personality, far away, he could hear her laughter upstairs, and that little black face became vivid and cute because of her bright smile.

Once, Mo Mi picked a lot of wild fruits and ate them as if they were the best delicacy in the world.

Gu Yanze was very envious at that time and wanted to eat it.

As if he had eaten the fruit, he was just like the other children in the village.

When Mo Mi saw him staring at her wild fruits, she smiled and shouted at him, "You open the window, and I'll throw you a few fruits, it's delicious." ”

"Smack!" The fruit was thrown on the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the juice was splashed everywhere, leaving a mottled mark.

"Haha, it's crooked." Mo Mi laughed, his big eyes smiled like a crooked crescent, his skin was a little dark, his exposed teeth were particularly white, and the pear vortex at the corner of his mouth came and went as the expression on his face changed.

Mo Mi threw it three more times, and two of them came in.

On that day, he gathered the two fruits and put them in a drawer. ’

In the middle of the night, he couldn't sleep with some excitement, so he secretly got up and ate a wild fruit, sweet and sour, not very delicious, but he found it fun and interesting.

The remaining one was left and kept until the fruit was about to go bad, and then he ate it secretly.

It's just that since that day, Gu Yanze hasn't seen Mo Xiaomi.

Later, from the children who used to go to school, I vaguely heard that Mo Xiaomi was picked up by her father in the city.

He didn't have much friendship with her in the first place, but he remembered Mo Xiaomi's laughter and smile.

Later, Mo Xiaomi's mother died, and Mo Xiaomi returned to Pear Blossom Bay.

At this time, Mo Xiaomi was already twelve years old, and there was a girl next door who had just grown up, except for some black, everything else was pleasing to the eye.

As for the thin waist that Gu Yanze still remembers, it is because when Mo Xiaomi was riding a bicycle, Mo Xiaomi's thin waist could be seen from behind.

And ······ Round buttocks······

When he left Lihuawan at the age of sixteen, there was no news of Mo Xiaomi.

Time thinks of a knife that carves the traces of time on people's faces.

I didn't expect to see Mo Xiaomi again, it would be in such a situation.

The smile in the depths of the memory is no longer clear, but flattering······

The voice in the depths of my memory is no longer crisp······