"Shallow, shallow......" Mu Bing'an's low call made Mo Qingqian come back to his senses.

Only then did Mo Qingqian realize that the scratch paper in front of her was a mess drawn by her, and some places had even been pierced, showing her current mood, a mess and irritable.

When I looked up again, I found that everyone's eyes were on her, including the wonderful math teacher who was talking. The pair of eyes like a torch made Mo Qingqian immediately lower his head, cover his face with a book, and cough a few times in embarrassment.

Although the math teacher didn't say anything, just her eyes could burn more than ten holes in Mo Qingqian's body. Frightened, Mo Qingqian immediately sat upright, staring straight at the blackboard with his eyes, and didn't even dare to blink. As soon as the bell rang for the end of class, she breathed a sigh of relief and lay on the table softly.

Mu Bing'an turned around and looked at Mo Qingqian with concern: "Qianqian, what's wrong with you today, are you uncomfortable?" ”

"That's right," Yan Zike took over, "You dare to run away in math class, if it weren't for the good mood of King Luo Yan today, you would ......" She put her hand on her neck and swiped it, making a neck cutting motion.

"You don't know this," Mu Bingfan rolled his eyes, "Didn't you find that there was one person missing today?" ”

"Oh-" Mu Bing'an and Yan Zike both had the same expressions.

"But shallow, it's not that I'm talking about you, you're too unproductive, the idol just hasn't come for a day, you're like losing your soul, what if one day you are separated? Are you alive then? ”

Mo Qingqian's heart sank in vain with Mu Bingfan's question, and he couldn't answer Mu Bingfan's question for a while, and there was no answer in his heart, just a blanket.

She stared blankly at the empty seat beside her, as if his shadow was smiling at her.

What if one day they separated? It doesn't seem to be going to be good, but it's just a return to loneliness.

probably saw that Mo Qingqian was in a bad mood, and the three of them were silent.

After a while, Yan Zike suddenly asked, "Shallow, are you free this weekend?" Let's go to the haunted house together, Bingfan and I have said okay, you can go with it. ”

"Yes, yes, you can come along," Mu Bingfan echoed, "If you stay at home any longer, you will definitely get moldy." ”

Mo Qingqian couldn't shirk it, and secondly, he felt that he really needed to go out for a walk and relax his tense nerves, so he agreed.

"Great!" The words are ridiculous.

Mo Qingqian looked at it with infinite envy. Yanzi is different from her. Yanzi is innocent, cute and carefree, a girl who grew up in a honey jar, and grew up with the love she couldn't get with all her might. And she is despicable and selfish, but she has no self-knowledge, wishful thinking has become the norm, and sadness and injury have become deserved.

After school at night, Mo Qingqian deliberately avoided Mu Bing'an and the others, and left the school very late, she really didn't have the strength to pretend to laugh anymore.

As the night deepened, the stars in the sky scrambled to light up, each one so dazzling, and the breeze blew down a few withered yellow leaves.

She was walking aimlessly on the road, and not far from her, a couple had a conflict. The girl walked quickly, and the boy followed closely, and she heard the soft concern clearly, and every word was full of apologies. The girl still ignored it, and walked quickly on her own, and the boy was not annoyed, and her attitude was even lower than before.

The girl was very angry, and her voice full of anger was particularly clear in the silent night: "Obviously I said seven o'clock, but what happened?" Look at what time it is, do you really care about me? ”

The boy didn't explain too much, just hugged the girl tightly into his arms and comforted him softly: "I'm sorry, I know it's my fault, it's my fault that I made you wait so long, I apologize to you, can you forgive me?" ”

"Not good!" The girl replied cleanly.

The boy was not impatient, and still said softly: "Okay, then when do you want to forgive me and then forgive me, okay?" ”

"Not good!"

Mo Qingqian was very envious of that girl, not that she had such a good boyfriend, but that she had the right to be angry at will, and the right to choose not to forgive. But she didn't, she didn't dare to be angry, and she didn't dare not forgive him, because she didn't know if he would be like this boy, always following her closely, she was afraid, afraid that she would turn back by chance, but there was no one behind her.

But she shouldn't be angry with him, because she really likes and likes him very much, and she doesn't want him to suffer even the slightest hurt.

Mo Qing walked downstairs with a lot of concern, but when she looked up, she saw Uncle Zhang, who was already waiting there, and was surprised: "Uncle Zhang, is there something wrong with you so late?" ”

Uncle Zhang frowned, as if there was something unspeakable.

Mo Qingqian was uneasy in her heart, and hurriedly asked, "Is something happening in the night?" ”

Uncle Zhang sighed before slowly speaking: "Mr. wants to take Xiao Ye to Germany together, but Xiao Ye doesn't want to say anything, so he quarrels with Mr. ......"

"So, you want me to help persuade you?"

Uncle Zhang nodded: "Now it's only your words, he is willing to listen a little, these two people have been deadlocked for a day for this matter." ”

"But even if I go, I probably won't change anything, you know his temper."

I don't know why Mo Qingqian just didn't want to go over, and didn't want to persuade Jiang Yeli and Jiang Yongming to go to Germany together, although she knew that she had no reason, although she knew that Jiang Yongming might really be for Jiang Yeli to be good.

"Just do your best, the relationship between Mr. and Xiaoye has just eased a little, and I really don't want them to stiffen anymore."

The words have already been said about this, and it will not be good to shirk it any longer, so Mo Qingqian had no choice but to get in the car. The wind blew in through the car window, raising her hair, but it couldn't take away her concerns, the wisps, intertwined, very deep to the sea and rocky, very shallow to the breeze to caress away, two completely different results, just look at the ...... His choice.

Seeing the villa standing in the dark night from afar, but as bright as day, Mo Qingqian's heart was relieved for no reason, and his steps were not so heavy, he always had to come, didn't he?

The first time Mo Qingqian stepped into the room, he saw the figure kneeling on the ground but still holding his back straight.

"I just want to be with her, even if I turn my back on everything and give up everything, I will not hesitate to do it!" The words that Yeli said fell on Mo Qing's shallow heart, and the tears were almost shaken out.

"You...... Do you know the consequences? If you're with her, even I won't be able to protect you! Jiang Yongming was on crutches, his voice hoarse, and his cloudy eyes were filled with the pain of hatred that iron could not be made of steel.

Jiang Yeli sneered and slowly spoke: "You don't have to protect me, you can throw me into a corner where no one knows like you did back then, and let me fend for myself." ”

These words poked at Jiang Yongming's sore spot, he cursed a few words, raised the cane in his hand and hit Jiang Yeli's body. Hearing the muffled sound, Mo Qing's shallow head went blank, and he immediately ran to Jiang Yeli and protected him in his arms.

Jiang Yongming didn't have time to react, Mo Qing was slapped with a stick, and couldn't help but exhale in pain. It really hurt, and she couldn't bear this stick a little, but he was at least four or five sticks from beginning to end but didn't say a word.

Mo Qingqian was distressed, and tears suddenly burst out of her eyes.

"Don't fight, don't fight, grandpa, don't fight......" she begged.

Jiang Yeli's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his face was pale and terrible, but he still stretched out his hand tremblingly, gently wiped Mo Qing's shallow tears, and smiled weakly at her: "I'm fine, it doesn't hurt, Xiao Qingqing must be in pain." ”

Mo Qingqian looked at him and couldn't say a word, only tears couldn't stop falling. He is already like this, but he still comforts her that she doesn't hurt, and cares about whether she hurts, how can there be such a stupid person!

Uncle Zhang was also shocked, and hurriedly snatched the crutches in Jiang Yongming's hand, helped him to the sofa, and then helped Mo Qingqian and Jiang Yeli again.

Taking advantage of the doctor's efforts to take care of Jiang Yeli's injury, Yongming took Mo Qingqian to the study, and the moment the door closed, he sighed heavily, unable to hide his tiredness.

"It seems that in Xiao Ye's heart, you are more important than his grandfather."

Mo Qingqian knew that what Jiang Yongming was talking about was that when he was about to take her away just now, Jiang Yeli immediately jumped up from the sofa and blocked her in front of her. He protected her behind him, his muscles tensed, his body trembled, I don't know if it was because of the severe pain in his back, or because of fear and nervousness, even his voice was hoarse.

"You can't hurt her, absolutely not!" His eyes turned red at that moment, like a beast that had been invaded by people, his teeth and claws, so terrifying.

At that moment, Mo Qingqian really had an illusion ,—— in his heart, she was very important.

Yongming picked up a photo from the desk, it was a little baby, white and tender, very cute, with big blue eyes, as if looking at the world in a new way.

He stretched out his old hand and gently stroked the baby's face, and the old man's eyes were full of nostalgia: "This is when Xiao Ye was born in the full moon, I took him to take a photo." This kid is very smart, other children take pictures, and they always cry in front of the camera, which is very troublesome. But he won't, he will only open his eyes wide and look around curiously, even the photographer can't help but praise him, such a small lens sense is so strong, it must be amazing to grow up! ”

Jiang Yongming smiled proudly, but his eyes were a little moistened: "I still remember the way he was born...... Not white at all, crumpled all over, like a rough old man, but so small......," he gestured with his withered hand, "not as big as my two palms." Who would have thought that all of a sudden, he would grow so big, taller than me, no wonder he wanted to leave, and when he grew up, his arms became shackles. ”

Mo Qingqian listened to Jiang Yongming's words, saw the sadness on his old face, and wanted to comfort him, but his throat was choked by something, and he couldn't say anything.

"Xiaoye, this child has a hard life, he hasn't had a father since he was a child, and at the age of fourteen, an accident left him without a mother, and he almost lost his life. At that time, he was still a child, and it was a time when he needed comfort and companionship, but I ...... I sent him to France. He must have felt that I don't want him anymore, no one in this world wants him, he must hate me to death!"

"I hate it too! Hate why I was so ruthless at that time, how could I bear it! I even hit him...... After all, it's all my fault! Two lines of tears of remorse flowed into Yongming's cloudy eyes.

The tumbling bitterness welled up in his heart, and Mo Qing, who was overwhelmed by the desolation, was breathless, and tears lingered in his eyes, but he couldn't flow down.

"Why? Grandpa, why on earth did you abandon him? Mo Qingqian still couldn't hold back his sadness, and tears flowed into a river, "He's obviously so good......"