That night, after listening to everything, Mo Haiyou did not return to the police station for the first time, he put down all his work and returned to his long-lost home, the empty place made him feel a little lonely for the first time.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Mo Haiyou stood in front of the dressing mirror and looked at himself, how similar his face was to Yun Yeyao with his hair up, Mo Haiyou had to admit that he might have something to do with him.

An unknown feeling was surging in his heart, and Yun Yeyao's last sad words were still in his ears: "The Bird House itself is like us, it has been waiting for the arrival of love and cherishment. I still have the warmth that everyone needs to love and cherish, and need to remember. The Bird House can only be a memory, but what about us? Small left. ”

"Are we......" Mo Haiyou didn't feel like talking to himself, "What are our memories like?" ”

Finding that he was actually immersed in it, Mo Hai shook his head right and forced his feet off the dressing mirror. As soon as the whole person lay down on the bed, his body, which had been tired for a long time, began to fall asleep.

Half-asleep and half-awake, Mo Haiyou saw his mother's face, as well as her indelible sadness and helplessness.

Why do you only have your mother, and Yun Yeyao only has your father? The turbulent waves of the sea were like a huge barrier, and when Mo Haiyou wanted to think of something, it appeared in his mind and erased these things.

Over and over...... There's no end to it......

Gradually, Mo Haiyou was no longer entangled and sank into his dreams-

'Haiyou, we will not be separated for the rest of our lives, in the future, Haiyou will protect his own girl, and I will protect Haiyou. ’

"No, I also want to protect Haizuo, Haizuo looks down on people, thinks I'm not strong enough, right? ’

On the beach, two little boys are sitting and talking, not far from them a woman is silently watching, the boy on the right stretches out his white slender arm to the boy on the left, as if he is stretching out to make fun of him, but the boy on the right has a serious expression.

'What if one day Haizuo leaves me alone?' How can I find Haizuo? After a moment of laughter, the boy on the right asked.

'Hai Youjing said nonsense, you are so sick, how can I leave you alone?! The boy's lips on the left are closed, and he can't see his face clearly.

'I mean if, if! The boy on the right muttered quietly, leaning his face closer to the boy on the left, which was exactly the same as the photo he had taken when he was a child, only thinner and fairer.

'Hmm...... What if...... So how about I name myself ——, what it means ——,? ’

I can't hear clearly, I can't hear clearly! Mo Haiyou couldn't help but get closer......

'What if...... So how about I name myself ——, what it means ——,? ’

I still can't hear clearly, you say it again! Mo Haiyou continued to approach ......

Suddenly, a burst of white foam came over the surface, and the beach, the two little boys, and the woman watching from afar disappeared.

Mo Haiyou saw his past, since his mother died, he had no relatives, and he used to be so eager to have a soul mate.

But there are many disappointments, and the heart has cooled, it's not that there is no one who is willing to live with him for the rest of his life, it's not that there is no one who loves him, it's just that no one can enter the heart.

His personality gradually became cold and arrogant, Mo Haiyou studied hard and worked hard, just to relieve his endless thoughts and loneliness......

But Yun Yeyao is different, he has mother-like eyes, full of the warmth of memory.

'Never forget Haiyou, never ......'

'My name is Yun Haiyou! ’

The mother's dying words and Yun Yeyao's words in the murder room of the hotel for the first time gradually overlapped, entering Mo Haiyou's dream, lingering......

'Never forget Haiyou, never ......'

'My name is Yun Haiyou! ’

Side by side...... Until Mo Haiyou woke up suddenly, in the general feeling of suffocation, Mo Haiyou seemed to understand something, and his memory seemed to be a little more......

The dawn had already appeared on the horizon, and the light entered the room through the gaps in the curtains, casting a little sparkle on the bed, like the golden light of a human pupil.

Mo Hai was attracted by these things for the first time, and he watched quietly for a long time alone, until the alarm clock reminded him that it was time for him.