Walking out of the sight of Jiang Yeli, Mo Qingqian couldn't bear it anymore, she squatted down, buried her head deep in her knees, and watched the tears fall on the shallow snow one by one, branding one small scar after another.

She really didn't want to believe that they ...... That's the end, but the facts are in front of her, and she doesn't have any reason to object.

Originally...... He is happy, and she has to accept this pain, it turns out that the so-called fulfillment is like this.

She wants him to be happy, so she lets go, she withdraws, she fulfills, she is willing to be so miserable, as long as he can be happy......

But she doesn't understand, is all the feelings in the world like this, and the happiness of one party must be exchanged for the pain of one party? But why should you put yourself in agony, it's just because ...... Do you just like it?

Mo Qingqian cried very sadly, as if she wanted to clear up all the grievances she had suffered in the past few years, there was no one around, quietly, but she still didn't dare to cry loudly, so she had to sobble quietly.

In the haze, she seemed to hear a sigh, and a warm hand was lightly attached to her head, and softly called, "Stars." ”

He said, "Star, let's go home." ”

He always said this, but the world is big, where is her home? Where is her place?

Late at night, it was lonely, Mo Qing curled up on the bed without sleep, and the uncontrollable tears were wanton, wetting the entire pillow.

She finally felt that her feelings for Jiang Yeli were not so unbearable, and she could also get heartfelt wishes. But now she realized that everything was just her fantasy. No one would ever agree with her friendship for Shoyali, not even Sho Tetsuhiko who never cared about Yakuri, his father who was called "Heartless".

He probably didn't know that his father had returned, and that the "heartless man" he had been thinking about had finally returned, and he had come back for him.

Mo Qingqian didn't have a deep impression of Jiang Zheyan, and only remembered his awe-inspiring temperament. After many years of vicissitudes, he has long been smoothed out by the years, and he looks peaceful like an ordinary uncle next door.

The moment he recognized him, Mo Qingqian hurriedly called: "Uncle General." Then he was invited into the house.

Tetsuhiko was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Xiao Qian, do you remember your uncle?" ”

"You're a lot like Shoya." When Mo Qingqian realized what he had said, his heart suddenly tightened.

In the two years of the Mo family, Mo Qingqian participated in a lot of banquets of all sizes, and heard a lot of gossip, she was not interested in it, only about the night away, she would always prick up her two ears, listen carefully, and listen to only one thing - the night will not be the favor of Jiang Zheyan, even if it is just hearing the name of Jiang Yeli, Jiang Zheyan will be furious.

Mo Qingqian was waiting for Tetsuhiko to be furious, and turned to leave, but heard his hearty laughter, "I am his father, and if you want to say that he is like me, he should be like me." ”

Mo Qingqian almost couldn't believe his ears, the word father came out of Jiang Zheyan's mouth, why was it so unbelievable?

"I haven't seen you for so many years, the Mo family has treated you badly, why are you emaciated like this?"

"Huh? No no. Mo Qingqian hurriedly waved his hand and explained, "It's just that I've been sick recently and my appetite isn't very good." ”

Although Jiang Zheyan is overseas, he is also well aware of Yun'an's affairs, but he doesn't need to expose the little girl's lies, provided that she is a smart person. He picked up the water glass and played with it in his hand, making Mo Qingqian dare not breathe loudly. Sure enough, peace is just an illusion, how can a person's personality be so easy to change.

Mo Qing calmed down and sat up straight, after all, this is her home, she can't be expelled for the second time, she is the master here, this is her territory, her only habitat.

"Is there something you're looking for me?"

Jiang Zheyan glanced at Mo Qing quietly, put down the water glass, and his legs were one yard, leisurely, as if he was the king.

"I heard that the kid who left the night has become a star with infinite scenery?"

"Yes, there are many people in China who like him, including many fans overseas."

Jiang Zheyan nodded slowly, and his every move touched Mo Qing's fragile nerves, "I saw a rumor on the Internet. He put down the cup and smiled lightly at Mo Qing, "Say you're together." ”

In an instant, Mo Qingqian was already clear, and his hands and feet instantly became cold, and even his breathing had to be solidified. She lowered her head and bit her lip in contemplation for a while, then raised her head again, her eyes shining with determination: "This is not a rumor. ”

The smile on Tetsuhiko's face disappeared in an instant, and his cold eyes swept straight towards Mo Qingqian: "What you say, uncle doesn't understand very much." ”

Mo Qingqian knew what kind of answer Jiang Zheyan wanted, and she also knew that he said this to give her another chance, but she would not change her answer.

"Uncle Jiang, this is not a rumor, he and I are indeed already together, and both my grandfather and Grandpa Jiang know."

"Oh?" Tetsuhiko raised his eyebrows slightly, "You mean everyone knows, but only I don't know?" ”

A sentence full of coercion.

"I thought you were going to be a smart kid."

Mo Qing stiffened slightly, not knowing why.

Tearing Tetsuhiko off the mask of friendliness and kindness, "Xiao Qian, don't blame your uncle for speaking badly," the tone was disdainful and funny, "Do you really think that you are worthy of him with your identity?" Or do you think he really loves you? ”

can't answer, Mo Qingqian can't answer. She could only hold back the sadness in her heart and silently clenched her fists.

Jiang Zheyan had already expected Mo Qingqian's silence, she was a proud and inferior child, exactly the same as Jiang Yeli, but Jiang Yeli would indulge her inferiority complex with pride.

"Uncle believes in the answer, you know it, he just has too much sympathy, so let him go, and let himself go."

Mo Qing lowered his head, his eyes like a faucet that couldn't be turned off.

She's still a loser after all.

Still unstable in the end, Mo Qing got up from the cold bed wrapped in a coat and went upstairs barefoot.

The room was pitch black, and as soon as she came down the stairs, the red feather-covered table lamp instantly lit up, and the dim light seemed to warm up this quiet space.

This table lamp was bought by Jiang Yeli, saying that she doesn't like to turn on the light every day, what if she is bumped into it. He thought she was the eleven-year-old girl who was afraid of pain.

Looking at it, Mo Qing smiled lightly, smiled, but his eyes were red again. In almost every corner of the room, there is a trace of the night leaving. The elk chair in the corner, which they assembled together. He sat on it, his blue eyes flashed, and he looked at her with a smile: "Xiao Qingqing, the quality of this chair is very good!" ”

The dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen, the drinking glasses, the toiletries in the bathroom, including mouthwash cups, toothbrushes, toothpaste, and even towels, and the slippers in the shoe closet, each one was bought by them together, and each one was in pairs. He said: "Xiao Qingqing, so it seems that we are a happy couple!" ”

…… There are many, many more of his figures with a casual smile, calling her: "Xiao Qingqing." ”

"Don't call me anymore, Jiangye," Mo Qing tilted her head shallowly, closed her eyes in pain, trying to stop the tears surging in her eyes, but to no avail, "Don't call me anymore......" she groaned, "You let go of my hand, how can you still call me like that?" How...... Also ......"

The two white dolls on the coffee table were still smiling side by side, but how dazzling the smile was, Mo Qingqian's heart hurt, but she couldn't breathe the pain.

Being abandoned is probably the fate of her life, and she can't resist, so she can only slowly bear this fate.

She wrapped up her clothes and walked out to the balcony, and when she looked up, she saw the withered white roses.

"The flower language of the white rose is to be willing to give everything for you, enough to match you."

At that time, the words were still in my ears, but I was still laughing at her incompetence and delusion.

What the hell is a joke.

The snow was still falling, the old and dilapidated street lamps were overwhelmed by the heavy snow, flickering and dimming, and finally they couldn't hold on, and they were completely dark, and the silent alleys became completely dark and cold.

Mo Qing stood on tiptoe and took off the dried bouquet of roses, there was no fragrance at that time, only a rotten and unpleasant smell, probably not roses, but her rotten heart.

The original white roses were destroyed by the sun and the breeze, but they were ugly like the withered yellow of fallen leaves, just like her relationship with the night part. But ah, the dry and worn roses have at least bloomed, and what about them? She and the seed of his affection, she didn't know whether it was planted or not, how dare she expect it to blossom and bear fruit, and what kind of gorgeous colors and moving fragrances it has?

She, she, had been imprisoning herself in a dream that she knew she would wake up, and now, as she thought, she woke up from the dream, she shouldn't have been so sad, what went wrong?

Everyone persuaded her that maybe he had some last resort, but she never dared to enter her heart, and she didn't dare to believe it, because in that case, she really couldn't get out of this imaginary world. If she could, she didn't want to get out at all, but she had to live in reality.

Yun Peichen has been persuading her to leave, and she has also followed his advice, but unexpectedly, except for Mu Bingfan, Mu Bing'an and Yan Zike, everyone is more comfortable and happy about her departure.

Yan Chengyun held her hand, frowned, and there was reluctance in her eyes, but she said to her: "It's good to leave, it's good to leave!" ”

Liu Junzhi prescribed medicine for her, and the old man's eyes were full of joy: "Have you thought about it?" Yes, it's long overdue! ”

Jiang Wanqing and Zhao Min made her a three-layer chocolate cake, and jokingly said: "Now I don't have such a living sign like you, and I don't know how much money I have to make less." ”

Everything was fine, and the pain of parting seemed to be felt by no one except her.

The wind rose, Mo Qingqian couldn't help coughing a few times, and there was a sudden fishy sweetness in his throat, and sorrow swept over the sky, like this heavy snow that swept the world. She sighed and went back to her room and closed the curtains.

Downstairs, a teenager walked out of the darkness, the boy raised a pair of red and swollen lake blue eyes, stared at the bright yellow window from afar, and whispered: "I'm sorry Xiao Qingqing, please give me two more years, after two years, I will definitely marry you home!" You're waiting for me, okay? ”