Mu Xingyun took Luo Fanchen out
Mu Xingyun was expressionless, walking in the chaotic dining room, the chaotic voice echoing in his head. She picked up Luo Fanchen in a trance. Striding out of this sturdy cage, she couldn't hear a word or say a word of the noisy voices behind her. I just feel sick in my heart.
Walk all the way, shed tears. Luo Fanchen looked at his mother, not crying or making trouble.
Luo Fanchen's red and swollen face made Mu Xingyun cry heartbreakingly, and his liver and intestines were broken. It was her silence, her weakness, her forbearance, and the virtues taught to her in the scriptures.
After thinking about it, she trembled and repeatedly backed down. Only he lost his self-esteem as a human being, and let others trample on and manipulate him.
The traffic is busy, the flow of people is surging, and the colored lights are flashing.
Mu Xingyun dragged her tired body, she was wearing a cotton shirt, loose pants, a pair of slippers, her hair was slightly messy, and she exuded loss and desolation, shuttling through the hot streets. From time to time, people looked back, frowned, turned around and continued the road under their feet. Life is not easy in its own way, and no one's life can stand up to speculation.
A car slowly followed her, she walked, the car left, she stopped, the car stopped. The owner of the car had doubts, that poetic girl. In my dreams, how many times I look back, I am under the spilled sun, smiling leisurely and intoxicating.
He finally couldn't help it, hurriedly got out of the car, and whispered to the tired and emaciated figure: "Nebula, is it you?" ”
Mu Xingyun turned around as if he was in a different world, a young and tall man, in a suit and leather shoes, heroic and compelling, like an old friend.
"I'm Gu Jing, we are studying in the same university, in the same class, in the same department. Like many boys, I have written love poems for you, waiting for you in some inconspicuous corner, just to see you more. The corners of Gu Jing's mouth were slightly sour, as if the past was in front of him.
Mu Xingyun recalled his life after graduation, and he could be regarded as appreciating the cruelty and sadness of fate.
Gu Jing, the president of the student union, is a handsome school grass, walking on the campus, there is a scream of girls everywhere. Her best friend Liu Niannian, the boy who is talking in her dreams. She remembered her student days, and her body and mind were a little lighter.
"Thanks to the wrong love in the old days of Brother Tai, it sounds very gratifying at this time. It's just that the eyes are not clear, and the hearts are difficult to discern. Let yourself live so miserably. Mu Xingyun smiled bitterly, and his heart seemed to be much clearer.
Gu Jing took Mu Xingyun to the hotel to stay, and then called Liu Niannian. Liu Niannian heard his best friend and rushed to the hotel in a hurry.
When I saw Mu Xingyun for the first time, I hugged her and cried earth-shatteringly.
Mu Xingyun didn't mention her marriage at all, but her tears never stopped. She always thought that she had let go and that she could be reborn. But touching the penniless pocket, Luo Fanchen, who needs treatment, maybe the word mother, will always give people a unique ability, can endure inhuman things, and can do what ordinary people can't.
The Luo family went from indifference and silence at the beginning to slow nervousness. They don't care about Mu Xingyun, it's just Luo Fanchen, whether they are stupid or not. It's all the blood and blood of the Luo family, he can't live on the streets, otherwise it will be reported, and the Luo family can't afford to lose this face.
The Luo family snubbed Mu Xingyun for two days, and Mu Xingyun ate Gu Jing's bird's nest porridge in the morning during these two days. When she got up early in the morning, Liu Niannian painted her delicate makeup, and the beautiful and moving girl in the mirror seemed to have returned to the past. Liu Niannian took Mu Xingyun shopping and bought fashionable clothes for her, and Luo Fanchen slept very peacefully in Gu Jing's arms.
People passing by must praise Luo Fanchen and his brilliant appearance.