The next night, Jiang Yeli finally left, only a few clothes and all of Mo Qingqian's energy and expectations. When he left, Yan Ze, Mu Bing'an, Mu Bingfan and Yanzi all came. Mo Qingqian sent a message to Mo Qingyi, but he didn't reply, so naturally he didn't come.

Mu Bingfan was very excited, and the corners of his mouth were about to fly to the sky: "Idol, come on!" Don't forget that I'm your number one fan! ”

Jiang Yeli smiled without saying a word, and after glancing at Mo Qingqian, he replied firmly: "No, my number one fan is Xiao Qingqing." ”

In exchange, Mu Bingfan and Yanzi looked disgusted and envious.

Yan Ze didn't say much, stepped forward and hugged Jiang Yeli, and only said: "Take care of yourself." Maybe he felt that it was too numb, and then said informally: "I'll look at the shallow one for you, don't worry!" ”

Mo Qingqian didn't talk to Jiang Yeli, and what he wanted to say had already been said last night. They looked at each other only from the multitude, and their eyes were equally reverent. She sorted out his clothes for him as she did at the beginning, he hugged her and rubbed her hair reluctantly: "Xiao Qingqing, I will fulfill your dream." ”

But this is not her dream, her dream is very cheesy, she just wants to grow old with him, and some wishful thinking, just to watch their children and grandchildren around their knees.

When Jiang Yeli left in the car, everyone looked at his unreachable back and waved his hand vigorously, but Mo Qing turned his head sideways.

Mu Bing'an asked her, "Can't you bear to look at it?" ”

Mo Qing shook his head and smiled, and he was tired again: "Bing'an, do you know, I, I've seen him the most, and it's the back of him leaving." But this time is different, after he comes back, he will no longer be my alone, he will be the star of many people, but he will not know that he is my only yang. ”

A gust of wind blew, shaking off a few withered yellow leaves, and autumn finally came.

Mo Qingqian suddenly remembered that four years ago, when he left the night, it seemed that he was also in such a sad and lonely night. No one told her that he was leaving, and through the torn letter, she knew that he would leave, but she didn't know exactly when, and she didn't dare to ask.

He left on the night of the 14th of July. That night, she lay in bed tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, always feeling that something bad was about to happen, so she walked into the endless night. There was silence, only the sound of the wind whistling in her ears, and only the sound of a drum's heartbeat.

When she arrived at Jiang's house, Jiang Yeli had already sat in the car and left. She watched as the car carrying the person she cared for sped past her, without stopping for a moment.

She didn't dare to question why Jiang Yongming sent him away, so she could only ask cautiously: "Grandpa Jiang, he'll be back soon, right?" ”

Elder Yongming's broad hand rubbed her hair, as if in answer to her words, as if he was just muttering, "Yes, I'll be back soon." ”

How fast is it soon? Not four days, not four weeks, not four months, but four years, four whole years, not a single day.

Mo Qing's shallow eyes were full of sadness, and she whispered to herself for her monstrous sadness: "I'm a little relieved, from people to my heart, it seems that I can finally breathe......" In the end, she was already choking.

All of a sudden, she regretted pushing him out, she just wanted to take him for herself, but she couldn't, couldn't be so selfish. His life path is different from hers, and he still has a long, long time to go. After she left, I only hope that he will not feel lonely under the support and protection of many people who like him and regard him as a star.

Mu Bing'an didn't know how to comfort Mo Qingqian, and everyone didn't know why she would say such a sentence.

Only Yan Ze knows, but it is only the tip of the iceberg.

He patted Mo Qingqian's back and comforted him softly: "Qianqian, you're just too tired." ”

"yes, I'm so tired......"

She was so tired that she didn't want to breathe.

On the first night of leaving the night, Mo Qingqian lay on the bed where he had laid, smelled the breath that belonged to him in his nose, and cried all night.

She remembered a long, long time ago, when he said to her: "Xiao Qingqing, when I grow up, I must become the brightest star on the stage, and I will let everyone know that I am the existence of the night!" ”

The young man's pride and ambition are deeply rooted in her heart. Mo Qingqian knew that the "everyone" he was talking about was actually only one, and it was the heartless man, his father.

The years have ruthlessly smoothed his edges and corners, but she will never let his dreams sink into the unfathomable depths of the sea.

Because she really, really likes him.

The day after Jiang Ye left, Mo Qingqian suddenly felt that this home had become as cold and dark as before. He walked away, taking away the only light in her life, and she seemed to be the walking dead again.

On the third day after leaving the night, it seemed that three years had passed in Mo Qing's eyes, and time was so slow. She had always wished that time could pass slowly, but what was the point of such a slow time without him by her side?

On the fifth day after leaving the night, Mo Qingqian realized that she couldn't be depressed like this anymore, and she began to put all her thoughts on studying. This abnormal appearance made everyone realize that it was unusual, so Mu Bingfan and Yan Zike could search for many love letters in her drawer every day, but the next day, those love letters were returned to their original owners intact.

Even those who are anonymous have found in their drawers love letters they have written, as well as a sentence - thank you for liking, but I already have a home, please don't waste any more time for someone who is not worthy, you will meet someone who is destined, don't worry.

Yanzi didn't understand this kind of self-inflicted behavior: "Why do you want to do this, just throw it away?" ”

Mo Qingqian told her: "Those are not garbage, everyone's likes are precious, and they are worthy of respect and gratitude." ”

She has always been like this, preaching others is the head of the way, which makes people have to be convinced, but what about herself? Is her liking just cheap trash?

On the seventh day after Jiang Ye left, Mo Qingqian vomited blood again and voluntarily went to the hospital for the first time in his life. It's still the familiar smell of disinfectant water, and there is really an illusion of being in a trance.

Yun Qi was surprised when he saw Mo Qingqian, hurriedly put on his glasses, and looked at her for a long time before finally believing his eyes.

Mo Qingqian went in the morning, and the sun had just hung on the treetops when he left. By the time she had done a series of checks, the sun had risen in the sky.

While waiting for the results of the examination, Mo Qingqian saw a woman not far away hiding her face and crying bitterly, her body trembling, like duckweed in the rain, shaking. When I asked the nurse next to her, I learned that her son was terminally ill and the hospital had issued a critical illness notice.

Mo Qingqian's heart was astringent. What if he has a terminal illness, at least there are people who are worried and sad about him, but what about her? When that time comes, will her so-called loved ones weep for her? Even if it's just pretending, will a few tears fall at her grave?

She must love her children very much, that's why she is so sad. It's a pity that no one loves her, and no one will feel so sorry for her.

The air was glowing with sad sourness, and it instantly fascinated Mo Qingqian's eyes.

She blinked, wrapped her clothes tightly, and got up to leave where she was. She walked down the hallway like a walking corpse, and was almost slandered by a glass that shattered at her feet.

When Mo Qing was surprised, he heard a heart-rending cry in the ward on the side: "My legs are gone, what are you still letting me do alive, let me look at myself as a waste?" If I can't dance, what's the meaning of my life! ”

Such words full of sadness and sorrow made Mo Qingqian think of herself. When she learned that she could no longer dance, she was so hoarse that she hated to die directly.

So she walked in, and the girl's mother was carrying her broken daughter behind her back to secretly wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes. Seeing this stranger, he thought it was a relative of the patient in the next ward, bent down and apologized apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm arguing with you again." ”

Mo Qingqian hurriedly helped the physically and mentally exhausted mother and shook her head: "Can you let me talk to her?" Because...... I share her sickness. ”

The mother didn't have much hope, but just held the pessimistic idea of a dead horse being a live horse doctor, and agreed to let Mo Qing give it a try.

Mo Qingqian sat beside the girl, looking at the girl's painful appearance, as if she saw herself.

She reached out and touched the girl's hair, and at that moment she seemed to touch the self who had lost the meaning of life through time and space.

"It's painful, isn't it?"

The girl was stunned for a long time, and a monstrous sadness appeared on her face that calmed down her anger. She covered her face, tears oozing through her fingers.

Listening to the girl's suppressed cry, Mo Qingqian also shed a tear.

"Actually, I'm just like you." She finally revealed the horrific scars she had been hiding deeply. For a stranger who shared her illness, her sad story was told.

The day before the kidnapping, after a year of layers of selection, Mo Qingqian finally stood out and became the selected student of the world-recognized "Ballet Queen". Mo Baixuan, her father was very happy to hear it, and took her and Mo Qingran out to play the next day, and then something happened that turned her life upside down and the sky fell apart, which was the beginning of her miserable life.

Her teacher came to see her, and there was regret and pity in her eyes, and she couldn't breathe when she saw it.

After Mo Qingqian finished speaking, the girl looked at her with more compassion and sympathy: "You should have lived on the stage." ”

"I'm still living on the stage," Mo Qingqian said, "on the stage of my life." ”

Facing the girl's confused look, Mo Qingqian explained: "Dancing is not all your life, life is." Pain needs to be perceived, but don't let your pain hurt others who love you. There is no hurdle in the world that cannot be crossed, and this is only temporary pain. Know that you are far stronger than you think. ”

When Mo Qingqian came out of the ward, he saw Yun Peichen, he hung his head, pinched her diagnosis report in his hand, his eyes were slightly red, he looked at the girl in the ward, and said in pain: "I have worked hard, but there is no way to ......"

Mo Qingqian knew that Qi Yan had told her everything that day. He said that it was because of this girl that Yun Peichen made himself look so tired, his usual calm and self-contained no longer existed, and he still refused to give up when there was no way.

She stepped forward and patted him on the back and comforted him softly: "Some things can be exchanged for good results without hard work." ”

It's like she works hard to live, but she still can't stop the decay of her body and the pace of death.

What's the use of trying, it's just an excuse.