The sea of stars at night is as beautiful as a fairy tale.

The gentle moonlight shines on the sparkling sea, and the waves come and go, like a naughty child playing with the sea.

The sea breeze is light, and I wish you no worries to take Xiao Tianxin's hand and walk along the beach and listen to the whispers of the sea.

Xiao Tianxin couldn't help it, tilted her head sideways and asked, "Mommy, can we go and set off fireworks now?"

"Yes! Why not?" I wish you a gentle response to her.

"Oh! Great! You can set off fireworks!" Britney clapped her hands happily.

Now Xiao Tianxin likes the current mommy more and more.

She likes the way Mommy has short hair, which gives people a clean and comfortable feeling.

She likes the way Mommy talks to her, her eyes are gentle and playful, let's put that big one."

"Okay!"

Zhu Wuwu took a lighter to light the fuse and hid to the side like a gust of wind.

"Bang~!" There was a loud bang.

When the fireworks are shot into the sky, the colorful light agent burns, forming a chrysanthemum pattern in the night sky, and then the six-colored parachute falls.

The night sky is set off with fireworks that are dazzling.

Zhu Wuwu looked at his daughter's smiling face like a sunflower, and his thoughts were like the wind for a while.

Your smile is my happy signal, and in your clear eyes, I seem to be able to see the stars and the moon.

When I am in the abyss, you are the moonlight I look up to.

This light doesn't need to be too strong, but I know it exists.

With this light, I can live bravely.

Zhu Wuwu is a person who has lost the past, because she has no past, only the future.

In the days to come, she wants to live happily with her daughter, she must be brave for her, shelter her from the wind and rain, and resist all the cold in the world for her.

After dozens of sounds, the bright fireworks could not escape the fate of falling downward.

Xiao Tianxin took Zhu Wuwu's hand and said coquettishly, "Mommy, I still want it, I still want it!"

Zhu Wuwu lit the glow stick in his hand and handed it to her, "Baby, let's play this together."

"Yes, yes."

One big and one small wave the light sticks in their hands and chase and play on the beach.

"Giggle!"

The child's silver bell-like laughter rang out: "Mommy, fireworks are so fun!"

The glow stick in his hand is like a firefly on a summer night, shining beautifully, and it is very beautiful.

The specks of fluorescence melt into the eyes, like a pinch of sparkling stars.

The child's world is so simple, crying and laughing are so sincere, so moving, funny, a little satisfaction can get the happiness of the whole world.

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On the opposite balcony, the decadent man sat on the roof as usual, looking at the moon and drinking.

It is a wonderful thing to blow the salty sea breeze and feel the loneliness and sadness of the sea.

The moonlight has a heart, the sea has a heart, and everything in the world is an object that can be confided in.

Coincidentally, he is also a man who has lost his past.

What is his last name? What is it called? Where did it come from?

It doesn't really matter.

In his eyes, a name is just a simple title or symbol, nothing more.

As for the past, there is no past for people like him who abandon their memories.

If, the so-called past, if it is not so cruel, it has not tortured people beyond recognition, how can you be willing to throw away the past?

Throwing away the past means betrayal, but who betrays whom, and who can tell?

I didn't taste any of the dumplings sent by Zhu Wuwu, but he happened to appreciate the fireworks at night.

He didn't mean to spy on their mother and daughter, and it was his daily habit to sit on the roof and drink every night.

The mother and daughter chasing and frolicking on the beach broke into his sight without making a sound.

Fortunately, for the mother and daughter

He didn't feel upset.

Xu was that sunny afternoon, and when Zhu Wuwu appeared with his suitcase and child, the sun was just right.

Or maybe it's the one that looks like a porcelain doll."

The three of them looked in the same direction, and for a moment none of them spoke.

After a while, Lin Yunyi sighed: "I didn't think it before, but now I feel that my little sister is gone, and the vacancy is quite big."

Lin Yunqing nodded and echoed: "Hey, the little sister is really ruthless, since she lost contact, it has really been like evaporating from the world, and there is no trace of it."

"You can understand her ruthlessness. Mo Sihan is helpless until now, and it's not because my little sister doesn't contact any of us. If she is not ruthless, she may have been found by Mo Sihan a long time ago."

Lin Yunpeng took a sip of the coffee in his hand.

Lin Yunyi flipped through the menu and asked, "What do you want to eat?" It's a holiday, so it's still necessary to have a meal together."

"I'll do whatever it takes."

"I'll do it anyway."

Lin Yunyi closed the menu cooperatively and shouted, "Waiter, give us something casually."

Ahem, ahem!

During the Chinese New Year, why are they so angry, who provoked them?

At this moment, an unwelcome face appeared in front of their brother.

Mo Sihan wore a pair of black superlights and glanced at them lightly.

The man's handsome face, even if it is covered by sunglasses, still can't hide the nobility and deterrence.

The Lin brothers' appearance is brilliant enough, coupled with the appearance of Mo Sihan, the diners in the restaurant feasted their eyes and threw their envy at them.

The three brothers frowned at the same time, and their faces became ugly.

Lin Yunyi sneered and sneered, "Why didn't your subordinates spy on our brothers today?"

"It may be that the subordinates of the Chinese New Year are all on vacation, and it is his turn to be the boss himself." Lin Yunqing sneered, "It's a pity that the blind man lit the lamp in vain, and his efforts were in vain."

The brothers spoke in a weird manner, and they didn't save face for Mo Sihan at all.

In order to track down Zhu Wuwu's whereabouts, Mo Sihan spent a lot of time on their brothers on weekdays.

Mo Si looked cold, sat down, and spoke, "Still the same sentence, do you have any news of worry-free?"

"There is no news about the little sister, the powerful Mo should always know better than us. Let me ask more, Mr. Mo should spend a lot of money every month to spy on our Lin brothers, right?"

Lin Yunyi's words are like thin needles, every sentence is thorny, and it is uncomfortable to pierce people.

Mo Sihan's face was expressionless, and he was as secretive as he was.

Lin Yunpeng: "Mo Sihan, let me remind you, you and my little sister have nothing to do with each other, why do you keep pestering the people who want to leave you? You should understand the truth of Ning Gang Yi She, and you have a deep understanding of it."

Mo Sihan's thin lips were pursed, and he couldn't see any expression under his sunglasses.

Lin Yunqing added coldly: "Mo Sihan, the little sister is the one who has lost the past, if you are really good for her, you should let her go." You think you're doing everything for her good, but at the end of the day you don't even know what she wants."

Oh, what exactly does Zhu Wuwu want?

Lin Yunyi gave him the stone hammer: "Mo Sihan, what my little sister has always wanted is to leave you."

"Boom~"

Something was shattered.

Mo Sihan's breath stagnated, his expression was petrified, his heart throbbed reflexively, and his gray pupils instantly dimmed, as if he had lost his soul.

Is this really what she wants?

Mo Sihan seemed to be standing on a cliff and was stabbed back and forth, and fell directly into the abyss.

The three brothers got up and left at the same time, and there was a place where Mo Sihan was, and they didn't want to stay even for a second.

Mo Sihan was like someone poured a basin of cold water, from the outside to the inside, so cold that his blood coagulated.

Everyone asked him to let her go, and said it in a convincing manner

To let her go is to give her a way out.

If you can put it down, of course you can.

But the crux of the matter is that he can't let it go.

How do you want him to put her down?

The one who said "I'm sorry" and "I'm going to make amends."

The one who chased him to the ends of the earth and wanted to continue to write a sequel with her.

That one......

Mo Sihan's face was even more ugly than when he came, and his heart hurt again, involving the pain of his heart.

Is this the "wife chasing crematorium"?

It's good to forget it, but he just can't forget it.