What happened back then, but these were the things she would never be able to tell her. How nice it is to forget! She didn't know how many sleepless nights she prayed, and if these things couldn't be changed, let her forget them, and never remember them for the rest of her life. How nice that would be!

There are no dark clouds, no rain, it is obviously a clear sky, but Mo Qing's shallow wound is faintly painful, but she can't breathe pain, she can't call the pain, she can only grit her teeth and persevere.

No matter how turbulent her heart was, Mo Qing was still calm on her face, and she said slowly: "It's just all the little things that don't matter, if you don't remember it, you can't remember it." ”

But Mo Qingran obviously misunderstood what she meant, and her eyebrows were raised: "Dad's coma is just a trivial matter for you?" The anger in her heart became more and more intense, and she couldn't stop grieving for herself, was the truth she had been seeking so insignificant in her eyes?

"Then tell me, what's important in your heart?" She asked Mo Qingqian sharply, her dark eyes burning with raging anger, "Is grandma's death important!" ”

One moment it's Mo Baixuan, and another moment it's Yin Huai'an, she has to peel off her heart to do it!

Mo Qing's shallow hand hung weakly, clenched into a fist, and his nails pierced into the soft palm, leaving traces of purple and red crescents.

"I used to say that no matter what happens, you are my sister. But why, why did you kill your grandmother after you killed your father! Is grandma bad for you? Since you came back, Grandma has often held my hand and asked me to be nice to you. She said, the Mo family owes you too much. Every time she said this, her tears could not stop falling, I had never seen my grandmother cry before...... She loves you so much, but what about you? What did you do to her! ”

Two tears ran down Mo Qingran's cheeks and slowly fell to the ground, startling a few tiny particles of dust.

Mo Qing lowered his head and was silent. Love dearly? Is that love? Indulging in other people's harm to her, but not stopping it, will only give her useless comfort afterwards, and cannot heal any scars in her heart, but she can't cry out pain; He knew everything, but he didn't tell her anything, he would only say "I'm sorry" to her.

She said that the Mo family owed her too much, and she couldn't pay it back anyway, and she couldn't do anything for her, so she could only repay her in this way. But she didn't ask her if she was willing to accept such a form of compensation? Is this a compensatory or ...... for her?

Can you blame her? No, the cost is too great.

Is it just ridiculous? She had already blamed her for everything, but she still had to ask her, was everything true or false?

She thought that someone would believe in her......

The wind was blowing, and the sand that was raised blinded her again......

Mo Qing's shallow silence was a default in Mo Qingran's eyes. She didn't believe it, but the newspapers, magazines, and all the public opinion were telling her that she was a murderer.

She's just a child!

Suspicious, she finally found an opportunity to seek an answer, and the truth turned out to be like this......

"Why the hell are you doing this, they're your dad and grandma?" She cried bitterly and asked Mo Qingqian in a dumb voice.

But Mo Qingqian just lowered his head, didn't say anything, couldn't say anything, and said nothing meaninglessly. Her guilt was convicted a long, long time ago, and no one defended her, and now it is a well-known crime. The heart of a wolf and a dog's lungs, a snake and a scorpion, hurting the sky and harming reason...... Almost all the words that spit on people have appeared in her, what else can she say? Who will believe it?

Mo Qingran looked at Mo Qingqian's appearance, and was furious: "Mom is right, you are always like this, Guan will make a look of grievance and pity, like everyone in the world is sorry for you!" Her voice was so hoarse that even her sweet voice was torn and trembled.

She said: "Grandma is wrong, our Mo family has never owed you anything, it's you, it's you who owe the Mo family!" ”

She said: "Mo Qingqian, I have never hated anyone, but I hate you!" I will never, ever forgive you! ”

Hearing this, Mo Qingqian's heart couldn't help but tremble, and his breathing became difficult.

She said she hated her? The little girl who followed her every day, the little girl who called her sister hundreds of times a day, the little girl who said that no matter what happened, she was still her sister, said...... Hate her......

Is she really so heinous and unforgivable?

Just when her incomparably beloved sister said "hate", Mo Qingqian lowered herself to the eighteenth layer of hell.

"Do you know why I brought you here?" Mo Qingran asked himself, "Because this acacia tree was planted by me and Brother Ah Ye, he said, your favorite is Acacia." ”

She gently stroked the tree, there seemed to be a trace of sadness in her eyes, and slowly spoke: "Mo Qingqian, I think I'm just a fool, I've done so much, but it's not as good as you to turn around, it's just thorough." Sometimes, I envy you very much, you have no heart and lungs, and you live more easily than anyone else. ”

Mo Qingqian stretched out his hand, but he couldn't hang it down. What reason does she have to keep it? What qualifies for retention?

Heartless? It would be nice if that were the case, maybe she wouldn't be as sad as she is now.

Mo Qingqian didn't look back, just stood quietly in place, just like the leafy acacia tree in front of him.

There was a wind blowing, and the bright red acacia fell one after another, and Mo Qingqian stretched out his hand to catch one. In fact, she really didn't like the acacia much, but because there was a very old acacia in the orphanage, and the grandmother told her - acacia, acacia, which means family happiness. That's when she started to like acacia, and she hoped it would really give her a home.

But where is her home now? Heaven and earth are so big, where is her destination? Is it darkness or light there?

She knows, she is lost, she has been lost for a long, long time, she herself doesn't know where she has gone, the darkness in front of her makes her unable to distinguish any direction, she walks and walks in this darkness, and the next step may be in vain, and the broken bones are unknown.

Mo Qing walked to the bench by the lake and sat down, there were several swans in the lake with their heads held high, playing gracefully in the water, their white and flawless wings shining under the caress of the sun, some dazzling light, she had to squint her eyes.

There is a little girl in a dance costume by the lake, who is practicing dance. She could tell it was a solo dance from The Nutcracker. However, the little girl's basic skills are not very solid, her dance steps are a little weak, and the rhythm is a little unstable, but she can be regarded as okay at this age.

"Why don't you want to dance anymore, didn't you really like dancing before?"

These were the words of her sister who questioned her. She seemed to have sensed something because of her prevarication that day, otherwise she wouldn't have asked her that.

She should be glad that her sister still cared about her as always.

If she hadn't heard the words of "hate" she said to her later, she would have been happy and didn't know why, instead of being as sad and helpless as she is now.

In the face of her eyes that were expecting answers and the truth, she didn't say anything, she just told her that she didn't like dancing anymore.

She didn't believe it: "No way, you lied!" ”

The little girl is innocent, even if she has many questions in her heart, she doesn't know how to refute it.

"No one likes anything all the time, my likes are cheap, and if I don't like them, I don't like them."

Here's what she said to her.

The little girl was stunned, her apricot eyes were soaked with tears, looking at her in such disbelief, she was heartbroken: "You have changed, you are no longer the sister in my impression!" ”

Who's to say it wasn't, she became unrecognizable to herself.

Mo Qingqian was in a daze, and suddenly heard someone calling her, a stranger she didn't know, holding a camera in her hand and smiling shyly.

"I'm sorry, miss, I just took a picture of you, I hope you don't mind." He held a photo in his hand, "I'm a photographer, I can't help it when I see beautiful things, this is the photo I just took for you, I hope you can forgive me for being unreasonable." ”

"Thank you." Mo Qingqian didn't shirk and took the photo, because this stranger reminded her of a person, and because of this person, she had no way to refuse.

After Mo Qingqian took the photo, the photographer ran towards a big banyan tree not far behind her, and handed the camera in his hand to the person behind the tree.

Mo Qingqian realized that it was already dusk, and she sat unconsciously for a long time.

She looked at the photo and smiled, this little brother lied to her, this place is beautiful, obviously lonely.

The light of the sunset, not hope, is fading, and the whole picture is shrouded in this dim light, but there is a warm and beautiful illusion. In the lake reflecting the afterglow of the sky, the mother swan is using her beak to comb her baby's hair, and on the shore, the mother on the side is squatting down to gently wipe the sweat for her daughter who is sweating profusely from dancing practice.

But what about her? She just looked into the distance alone, as if she was a bystander, but she was also an entrant.

At that moment, she really couldn't stop feeling sad.

She has been up and down in this world for many years, and what she has gained is far from what she has not lost, they are growing up year after year, finding the meaning of life, but she is losing the meaning of life again and again.

How ridiculous that sounds!

The night was getting deeper, but there were no stars or moon in the sky, only a few clouds floating, and it was very lonely.

Mo Qingqian finally got up and returned home in the boundless night.

The white roses in the bottle were already wilting, so she carefully took them out and tied them together and hung them on the balcony.

When she turned around, her eyes casually glanced down, but she saw a familiar figure, and when she wanted to take a good look, the figure was gone.

Could it be him?

Don't be him......

Mo Qingqian stood on the balcony for a long time, and it was not until she was sure that the figure would not appear again that she finally returned to the living room, took medicine and fell asleep.