A faint glow poured in through the attic window, and the bells of the blue-gray church not far away rang three times in a low voice. Xia Xingchen lifted the quilt and sat up, the reclining chair at the door had been put away.

Xia Xingchen got out of bed and walked to the window, it was seven o'clock, and Nantang Street was still quiet, sleeping in the faint sunlight. She walked down the stairs barefoot, and Mo Han pushed open the glass door with breakfast and walked in.

Seeing her come down, he asked, "Are you awake?" I bought rice noodles and steamed buns, as well as cheong fun. What are you going to eat? ”

Xia Xingchen pointed to Mo Han's bag, "I want to eat rice rolls." ”

Mo Han walked to the table with the bag, took out the rice rolls, and put them on the table, "The rice rolls are still the same as the Fu Bo family before, I'm afraid you won't be used to eating other people's food, we'll go home after eating." Miss, don't be confused in the future, if not for Madame, but for yourself. ”

Xia Xingchen turned his face away and looked at the empty street outside the glass door, "For myself?" Is there anything else I can do for myself? Nothing. Mo Han, sometimes, I really want to pull out my mother's oxygen tube with my own hands, because then my mother will be free. Maybe Mom would have killed Dad at that time, and she didn't want to live at all. However, I can't do it, I only have my mother left, and besides, my mother is still alive, I can at least lie to myself, and I can still like my brother. But if one day I do get it, it means... I really don't love my brother anymore. ”

Mo Han looked at Xia Xingchen, as if he had some heart palpitations, this feeling was even stronger than the moment Xia Xingchen jumped off the overpass.

Looking at the blue-gray church not far away, Xia Xingchen looked back at Mo Han and said, "Mo Han, I want to drink bean juice, it's the one on the street before, can you buy it for me?" ”

Mo Han looked into her eyes, but still nodded, "Okay, then you wait for me." After saying that, Mo Han opened the glass door and walked out.

Watching Mo Han walk away step by step, Xia Xingchen looked at the blue-gray church, and his eyes gradually became trance-like.

When Mo Han came back and opened the door, but there was no Xia Xingchen downstairs, Mo Han hurriedly threw down the bag in his hand and pedaled up the stairs of the attic, but it was still empty-

Momo has something to say—

Momo: Momo has something to do tomorrow, if there is no tomorrow night, it will be gone.