Mo Qingyu looked at herself in the mirror, and the self in the mirror, gradually became a little confused.

I still remember that when I was young, I walked outside the editorial building with my father. It was very foggy that day, and when I was young, I couldn’t even walk steadily. My father wanted to pick him up, but I didn’t know how to hug him well... Yes, a single-parent family without a mother, and my father and daughter struggled to survive in the world. During that time, I still remember sitting in a convenience store, listening to the nursery rhyme hummed by the charity employee, waiting for my father to get off work.

Later, as he got older and entered school, my father would wear the most formal dress to attend every parent-teacher meeting.

It was a torment again and again. My father grew up surrounded by his classmates and mothers, while he grew up without his mother's doubts.

Gradually, I began to weave a mother's past for myself, maybe she died of illness or disappeared, and my father worked hard to take care of herself. Such a man is what I want to look for when I grow up.

The self in the mirror sighed, took off his nightgown, changed into a velvet robe, folded his long hair, and looked at each other in the mirror and outside the mirror.

I still remember that it was the most innocent age. My father had white hair on his temples. He entered university with the best grades, met enough friends, and also met him.

Yes...that him.

The boy who smiled a little shyly and could always buy tickets to various movies and concerts he liked, had unique ears and a unique height like her.

"Don't always be stern, smile."

He always said that, always laughed, always held her hand, and always took her to the performance while practicing in the symphony park in college.

At that time, watching him perform with his companions on stage, watching him playing a cello bigger than him, watching him stick out his tongue when he was scolded for his mistakes, and to look at him...it seemed to be the best thing at that time.

It's a pity that beauty is fragile.

"I... never knew you were the eldest daughter of the Kombray family." I still remember his heartbreaking smile, and he turned around three times, but in the end he never looked back.

Yes, I am the eldest daughter of the Kombre family. The embryo that should have been smashed to the surface should not be put into the conservation trough, should not be developed into an adult, should not be educated like this, and should not be entered into the university in Pit No. 1 and get to know him.

In that case, you will not be betrayed, you will not be abandoned, and you will not be forgotten.

I remember that during that period, I felt like I was dead, and I had to leave school, locked myself in the room, surrounded by resentment and pain, until one day, my father pushed open the door.

"I raised you not to let you complain in the room."

It was not until this time that I woke up from my dream. Yes, why did I do this? Is love really necessary for myself?

It's not a necessary thing at all.

So, I wiped my tears, walked out of the room, re-entered college to complete my studies, entered the editorial department where my father was, met many authors, came into contact with their joys, sorrows, and joys, understood their sorrows and grievances, and listened to their joys and joys... I gradually realized that life is always like this, with too much pain and too little harvest, and such a life... is so charming.

Therefore, I worked hard and became the editor-in-chief. I took my colleagues and subordinates to complete various tasks, pushing the Penglai Yeyu sign to the highest peak of paper media once again.

Gradually, I became older and my father was old and couldn't remember anything, and eventually became stupid. This was a person's life. My father loved that... a woman, even if the embryo composed of her and the genetic factors of Kumbrey appeared in front of him, she didn't want to smash it on the ground, but let it become her and eventually raised her.

Mo Qingyu thought that he could not repay this kind of life, so he could only take care of his father and let him spend the last years of his life, even if his father always regarded his daughter as her. Therefore, the days of being single are getting longer and longer. Sometimes when he sees his children, he always thinks how good it would be if he got married to him at that time... It's a pity that if it was just if, it was not the answer, nor his own life trajectory.

"Qingyu." The sound from outside the door behind him made Mo Qingyu turn his head, and the kitten leaned against the door. He smiled and swung his tail and walked over: "Everyone is waiting for you."

He said this, like the one he was from that time.

She smiled and responded to him, reaching out her hand, and she handed it to him to hold it.

"The old man was always thinking about Youjiu and Panni, so he was leaving today and he would say goodbye to him no matter what."

Mo Qingyu didn't know how to deal with this old man - he was her grandfather, the woman's father, and the culprit who made her leave her father.

But he has always supported himself and his father's benefactor, helped Prince Lu to resist the opposition and accepted him as his disciple, and even more... the benefactor who helped her meet him again.

Just a few days ago, when Mo Qingyu met him whom she once loved again, the knot in her heart finally had an end, and the pain and scars seemed to be filled at that moment. She and him no longer had the beauty of the past, but only the care and silence, and only the long farewell of the final parting.

When the farewell was over and when the group left, the old man in front of him unexpectedly left him. Mo Qingyu was a little confused, but she still sat on the mat.

"It's great to see you laugh again, Masso, this child, looks like he has given you enough joy."

"...Yes, I want to marry Marceau, and I am ready." Mo Qingyu looked at the old man: "He doesn't mind my identity, whether my surname is Mo or Gongbray."

"That's great. Speaking of which... this is a little gift from me, the old man..." He said, and the Mrs. Panta, who was sitting next to him, took out a small box from the small box beside him and handed it to Mo Qingyu.

"...I shouldn't have accepted it." Mo Qingyu shook her head without opening it.

"I am your grandfather, would you please give me a little face?" The old man smiled.

For some reason, Mo Qingyu just didn't want to accept it, but facing this prince who could no longer dress up and covered up the old one, she finally reached out and took the small box.

"Go, catch up with Marceau, catch up with your happiness."

Of course, you don't need to say...

...Walking out of the door, facing the hand handed over and the smile on the cat's face, Mo Qingyu finally smiled and held his hand.

Someone once said that the longer the misfortune time, the greater the compensation for happiness.

Now, I think it's time to compensate.

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Back on the yacht and back to the room, Mo Qingyu opened the small box, looked at the old-fashioned video data inside and a very old-looking ring, picked it up in doubt, Mo Qingyu recognized its material - the shell of a black box, put it down in curiosity, and then put the video data into the player.

"What's this?" asked curiously, and at the same time, he hugged Mo Qingyu's waist from behind.

He smiled and hit the restless hand of the cat, pressed the play button, and soon, a girl with seven similarities to Mo Qingyu appeared in the virtual imaging area of ​​the player.

"Hello, my eldest daughter."

Mo Qingyu was silent for a moment, and the girl in the image area continued her speech.

"You should recognize me, right... I'm so embarrassed. My eldest daughter, I'm not able to accompany me. You may hate me, or think that I am a bad woman who betrayed Mo Wen."

...Yes, that's what I think.

Mo Qingyu replied in his heart.

She continued to speak in the image area: "But I know Mo Wen, and after I know that Gongbray handed you over to him, Mo Wen will never smash you... He is not that kind of person, I know." The girl sighed: "I don't know how to face you, my child, so I gave up the power to take the ring inherited by the family from my father, your grandfather and grandmother. This ring representing happiness and inheritance... should be handed over to your hands... This is the only compensation I can give you, and there is no need to thank me, hating me is the right thing."

Mo Qingyu reached out his hand in silence and picked up the pitch-black ring.

"Wear it and find a man who loves you to marry. Mother can't give you a happy future... Sorry, my eldest daughter."

The cat hugged his hands tightly with some anxiety, while Mo Qingyu was silent. She watched the video end, and finally turned around and handed the ring in front of him: "Masce, please help me put it on, okay?"

"Okay." The cat took the ring happily: "This is something that has memorization." Then he put the ring on Mo Qingyu's ring finger, and the small ring was unexpectedly suitable.

The cat looked at it, then shook his tail: "Mingyu, Miyu, get off the sheets."

"Do you have nothing else to do?" Mo Qingyu narrowed her eyes. Although she was a little unhappy, she still stretched out her hand and pushed him away: "It's not possible today, at least not now."

"...Okay, then I'll go to bed." The cat didn't leave and got into the bed.

Mo Qingyu was silent for a moment, and finally reached out with a smile, wiped off the broken hair from his forehead, lowered his head and kissed: "You little bastard, you really... have lost to you, take off your coat first."

The cat happily got out of the quilt and began to take off her coat. Then he leaned over his head and sniffed Mo Qingyu's long hair: "It smells fragrant again." Then the dishonest tail wrapped around her waist from behind Mo Qingyu.

"Masce." Mo Qingyu looked at the ring on his hand with leaning himself into the cat's arms.

"What's the matter?" The cat's hand clamped Mo Qingyu's waist.

"Thank you for fulfilling my dream." Mo Qingyu sighed softly, turned around and put his hand around the cat's neck.

"You are my wife, why do you thank me?" The cat seemed to not understand the meaning of Mo Qingyu's words, but the cat still answered very seriously: "Besides, you love me the most. I should thank you only when I meet you."

For some reason, Mo Qingyu was very happy, but the tears rolling from the corners of his eyes still made him lower his head in surprise: "What's wrong."

"I cried with joy." She replied, pressing the tip of the cat's nose at the same time: "By the way, don't you think there is something missing?"

"Not bad, you and me, the world of two people." The cat shook his tail, like a husky.

Mo Qingyu was silent for a moment, jumped out of bed, and the old girl ignored the cat who was pulling her hand, dragged him to the room of the Lin sisters next door.

"Wait a minute, I agreed!" The cat struggled like a fish leaving the water.
Chapter completed!