The banquet hall was very lively, and after Mo Ting turned around, he felt a little bored, so he walked out to the side.

Outside the side gate is a bamboo forest, and the wind blows and rattles.

The bamboo forest is not large, but there is a circular path with a long chair. But if you're not careful, it's hard to spot.

"Discrete", a trace of surprise flashed in Mo Ting's eyes, and quickly disappeared, Zhong Dispersion would appear here, in fact, it was normal.

Mo Ting liked him at the beginning, also because there was an imperceptible alienation in his eyes, like an immortal.

"Xiao Ting", Mo Ting sat next to Zhong Dispersion, in the gap of the bamboo forest, he could see the sky and a bright moon.

"Have you been sitting here?"

"No, just came over for a while." Zhong Lisan has never lied, so Mo Ting also believed his words. "Listen, what kind of life do you want to live".

"On the edge of the city, a small western-style building, with a hanging basket rattan chair large enough for two people under the grapevines in front of the door, a sea of flowers in front and a vegetable patch in the back. A small stream flows through it, and at the end of the stream is a bamboo forest. Mo listened to the smile on the corner of his mouth, just imagining it is so beautiful.

"It's beautiful, so why are we trying so hard to adapt to an environment we don't like?"

"Because we're young. I remember Zhou Guoping said that a young heart should not be like water. Now we don't deserve such a good life. Therefore, even if the water in the entertainment industry is very mixed, and the road of the business world is not easy to walk, even if we don't like these intriguing masquerade life, we still have to go on. Mo Ting looked at the twinkling stars in the distance, and said, "Discrete, I know this is just chicken soup for the soul." I sometimes think about these questions myself. However, we still have a responsibility. ”

Mo Ting didn't say the rest of the words, but Zhong Dispersion understood them.

The bamboo forest was quiet, as if to contrast with the banquet hall, silent, but everything was understood.

"Let's go in, we're going to cut the cake later", Mo Ting stood up and looked at Zhong Lisan.

Mo Ting and Zhong Lisan returned to the banquet hall together, and some people also came over. The two glanced at each other and smiled indifferently.

If you can't get out of the mud alone, then let me wash this mud pond with you, and return you to a clean place.

When Mo Ting walked to Mo Yunting and the wish, he greeted Zhan Lengyi and Yi Kenian beside Mo Yunting, what's the matter, Yi Ximu greeted them one by one.

Suddenly, the lights went dark.

The reception staff quietly invited Bai Shuangshuang and Lu Yuan over.

And Zhong Lisan quietly retreated, sitting in front of a piano that appeared at some point, and a song "Fixing the Storm" came slowly, ethereal and ethereal.

An eighteen-layer cake was slowly pushed from the main entrance, and it was Mo Ting's grandparents and grandparents who pushed the cake.

When a few people stood still in front of Mo Ting, they only heard, "Jun Mo listen, that complicated voice", and it turned into the song "Clear Wish" sung by Mo Ting and Zhong Lisan when they met for the first time.

Perhaps, many things are out of your control. But there are many people, with a lot of love, to help you. Everything, it seems, is also worth it.