Mo Ting thought that after so many years, the wounds in his heart had healed a lot. But when the teacher talked about the parent-teacher conference, He Wei's eyes darkened obviously, and he knew that some wounds could not be healed.

Until the takeout ordered by Mo Ting's arrived home, why didn't he go out of the room.

Mo Ting put the takeaway on the table and slumped on the sofa, struggling with whether to go in and find it. In the end, he was going to go in to find him, so Mo Ting climbed up the balcony again. But when I got to the balcony of the room, I found that the balcony door was also locked. Mo Ting just sat on the balcony and watched, and why didn't he shrink into a small corner alone, just like he did before the third grade. If you can't get out of the world by yourself, others can't get in.

I still remember the night of the third grade, Mo Ting, with the idea of scaring He Wei, climbed from the balcony to He Wei's room. It turned out that he was sitting alone in the corner, so helpless and hesitant. Mo Ting always thought that she knew everything very well. I never thought I would see such a picture.

When Mo Ting approached, he saw the tears rolling in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to shed them.

Xiao He looked at Xiao Mo with a frightened face, and said in a trembling voice, "Don't come here."

Xiao Mo listened further, so why not take a step back. But where can we retreat from the corner? Xiao Mo was very distressed when he heard this, hugged Xiao He, and said, "What's the matter, don't be afraid, I will protect you."

The tears in Xiao He's eyes were like bursting the embankment, he just kept crying, crying. Xiao Mo also cried with Xiao Mo.

When the two of them were tired of crying, Xiao Mo was caught off guard and said, "Why don't I pour a glass of water, we can continue to cry after we replenish the water", Xiao He's eyes were red and swollen, but the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked. He felt as if Xiao Moting had pushed open the door and came to his world with all the colors.

That night, Xiao Moting and Xiao He were covered with a small quilt. Why don't you say, don't listen.

"Why not listen" The sorrow in a small corner is being hit in the hand, please wait a moment,

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