It was almost noon, and Mo Xiaoming's parents drove from the middle school in the old city. Both old men were in a hurry. As soon as they entered the ward, Mo Xiaoming's mother Yang Shuhui cried and shouted, "Xiaoming! You scared your mother. Why did such a big thing happen? Why are you so uneasy?" But the mother of her son Xing Qianli was worried. Although she complained, she still ran to the bedside to ask about her well-being.

"Uncle Mo, Aunt Yang." Zhao Ziyue quickly stood up and greeted her.

The two old teachers have been teaching for more than 20 years and have been full of students all over the world. It seems that they have been covered with three inches of chalk for a long time, and the two old men's temples have been stained with gray prematurely.

"Xiao Yue! Thank you this time, otherwise Xiao Ming would have..." Xiao Ming's mother choked and couldn't continue to say.

"Auntie, you'll be dissatisfied with me. Xiao Ming and I are brothers. If something happens to him, I won't care who will care about it." Zhao Ziyue comforted.

Xiao Ming's parents thought that they were a pair of talented men and beauties from Xiangshan Middle School back then. Mo Xiaoming's father Mo Siyuan graduated from a normal school and came to Xiangshan Middle School in his twenties to teach. At that time, Xiangshan Middle School was still an ordinary middle school in a small town. There were less than 500 teachers and students, and the teaching facilities were quite simple. But under such circumstances, Yang Shuhui, a pride of heaven, still came to Xiangshan Middle School after graduating from university. You must know that college students were rare in that era, let alone a beautiful woman, who became the goal pursued by many unmarried teachers for a time.

Mo Xiaoming's father Mo Siyuan is also one of the many pursuit troops, but the young Mo Siyuan is very introverted and likes other girls, but he dare not say it. In today's words, it is called a reluctant and sexy type. What should I do? Teacher Mo can play the flute.

Every evening, as soon as students finish school, a melodious flute sound will be heard in Teacher Mo's single dormitory. At first, "Unity is Strength", but as they blow, it becomes "Brother Zhu". The sound of the flute is melodious and lingering, making people cry when they hear it. It attracted Yang Shuhui's attention. It was impossible to see that there were people in this school who knew the rhythm. Just like this, the two of them went back and forth, and slowly, Yang Shuhui developed feelings for Mo Siyuan, and the next thing was natural.

Teacher Yang is now a person who knows destiny, but the wrinkles on his face are not messy at all. With his capable short hair in his ears, the shadow of his youth can still be seen between his eyebrows and eyes. The only thing that remains unchanged is the temperament that has been accumulated over the past few decades. Women may not be beautiful, but they cannot be without temperament. When their youth is exhausted and they are old and yellow, only that temperament is like aged wine, which is mellow and fragrant, and worth it to make people feel after a lifetime.

Mo Siyuan is a typical old pedan, with a pair of wide black-framed glasses, a black tweed windbreaker, his beard was shaved and his whole body was filled with a strong smell of tobacco. At the same time, he smelled it, an old cigarette gun was shot.

For a moment, the ward was in a mess. Mo Siyuan pulled Zhao Ziyue out of the ward, walked through the narrow corridor, and came downstairs. It was no time for it to rain outside. From a distance, it looked like cow hair, like fine needles, densely woven diagonally.

Standing at the door of the corridor on the first floor, Mo Siyuan took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Ziyue. Zhao Ziyue hurriedly continued to take out the lighter, lit it for Uncle Mo first, and then lit it himself.

After spitting out a thick smoke, Mo Siyuan said slowly: "Xiaoyue, I really want to thank you this time. I am a person who is cold inside and hot outside. I won't say anything politely. Xiao Ming has really found a good brother this time!"

"Uncle Mo, what are you saying? Xiao Mingshu is my brother, so it is appropriate to take care of him. Besides, I have caused you a lot of trouble with you if I rent a house, haha." Zhao Ziyue said with a smile.

"Stop saying anything. We are all a family in the future. Don't pay any rent in the future. The family will not speak two families." After taking a few sips, the cigarette in Mo Siyuan's hand had already been half gone, which shows that he has a deep skill in smoking.

"This...Uncle Mo..."

Mo Siyuan waved his hand and looked very like a university professor. Zhao Ziyue was no longer pretentious and smoked cigarettes silently.

"Do you know? Xiaoyue." Mo Siyuan broke the silence first, looked at Zhao Ziyue, and said, "Although we have only met a few times, I have long seen that you are not a thing in the pool. Xiao Ming followed you. After more than half a year, his naughty personality has been much restrained. Now every time he goes home, Yuezi is the eldest brother of Yuezi. Listening to him talking about the interesting things between you, his dancing expression, and then looking at his progress, you Aunt Yang and I are happy from the heart. I am an old guy who has buried the loess in his chest. It is a bit cliché to say to you, but I really admire you from the heart! I am not surprised when dealing with things, I am not impatient when encountering things, mature, steady and aggressive. There are not many young people like you."

"Hehe, Uncle Mo, do you praise me? I can't afford it." Zhao Ziyue said with a smile. A cigarette butt was left in a red tower mountain. At this time, Zhao Ziyue's cell phone rang and said sorry Uncle Mo and answered the phone. As soon as he pressed the answer button, he answered. The phone was called by Director Li of the Sales Office of Jielina Company. A sarcastic voice came from the other end of the phone. He asked Zhao Ziyue why he hadn't come to the company for two days to report. Zhao Ziyue quickly explained with a smile that something happened at home and his brother had a car accident. After all, he was fooled. Finally, there was an ultimatum on the other side of the phone. At the latest, if he still didn't come to the company, he would be treated as an expelled person. Zhao Ziyue hung up the phone, touched his nose, and thought to himself, this girl is really cruel, I'll give you two moves in vain.

As soon as I hung up the phone, the ringtone rang again. It was Lang Biao. This kid, he would go to the Sanbao Temple for nothing. What should I do when I call him at this time? When I answered the phone, Lang Biao's heartfelt laughter came.

"Boy, how are you? How about I considered what I said to you last night? Don't say you won't agree?" Lang Biao shouted in a rough voice on the other end of the phone.

Zhao Ziyue curled her lips and said angrily: "Well, I really haven't had time to think about it..."

"What? Boy, didn't have time to think? Then what did you do all night? Hehe, I won't be lying on that girl and doing the piston exercise all night, ah, hahaha..."

"Go to you, there's no right thing to do. We have a very pure relationship between men and women. You guys are just thinking about it." Zhao Ziyue cursed with a smile, and Uncle Mo smiled slightly beside him. Obviously, Uncle Mo also heard Lang Biao's deafening voice.

"You kid, you are all in a relationship with men and women, and you are still pure? Go and lie to you!"

Zhao Ziyue walked a few steps to the side and smiled and said, "Believe it or not, the clear one will be clear, and the turbid one will be turbid."

"By the way, I'll talk about some serious business. Mr. Chen's friends will be here tomorrow afternoon. Let's go to the airport to pick them up together." Lang Biao said.

"I haven't agreed to this with your friend, but you have sent me a mission." Zhao Ziyue said helplessly.

"My friends are for betrayal, especially those like you." Lang Biao smiled proudly on the other end of the phone.

Mo Xiaoming was finally taken care of, and Zhao Ziyue left the ward with confidence and braved the rain to drive a BMW. When he arrived at the parking lot, Zhao Ziyue was stunned.

I saw a woman leaning against the white BMW. She was wearing a brown windbreaker and black straight slim trousers. Her long curly hair fluttered in the wind. She stood gracefully in the drizzle, quietly looking at Zhao Ziyue, smiling like a flower.

Zhao Ziyue walked over slowly and looked at the warm eyes, with the usual quiet and gentleness in his eyes, like a quiet valley, without any waves...

"Are you here?" Zhao Ziyue's feelings for this woman are very complicated, not love. She is grateful and sympathetic, and she likes and has a faint pity. She sympathizes with her unfortunate experience, but she also admires her persistence in love, a very strong and stubborn woman.

"Yeah!" The woman smiled, smiling very satisfied, as if as long as she could see Zhao Ziyue, all the waiting was worth it.

"How long have you been here?" Zhao Ziyue reached out and gently held the woman's little hand. The tentacles were cold, and Zhao Ziyue was shocked.

"Hehe, I've come a long time ago. When I arrived at the door of the ward, I saw many people inside, but I didn't go in, afraid of disturbing you." The woman smiled sweetly, her eyes were shy, and her lips were spreading. What kind of woman is the most beautiful, that is, the woman in love is the most beautiful, and her heart is full of longing for her lover. The sweet concern makes the beauty of a woman more sublimated.

Zhao Ziyue felt warm, and he reached out to take over the beauty he was waiting for in his arms, and said pity: "Silly girl, is this worth it?"

The woman was lying in Zhao Ziyue's arms, buried her head deeply, and muttered: "It's worth it, it's worth doing everything for you. I missed you in my previous life, and I will die in this life, and I will not let go. If I don't love you for too long, it's enough for a lifetime..."

At this time, the lingering drizzle seemed to become warmer and no longer so annoying.
Chapter completed!