The word mother seemed foreign and strange to her.
It seems she has never had a mother.
Ouyang Huimei, who was sitting by the bed, explained on behalf of Mo Ni Chang: "Daddy, don't ask. Ni Chang doesn't remember anything from the past at all, so she won't remember her mother."
"Really?" lamented in despair, "I heard that you and Feng'er's wedding will be held in a week, and you will come uninvited."
"What did you say? As a parent, you have the right to participate in and host your children's affairs."
The old man smiled, his eyes narrowing into slits.
Mo Ni Shang could clearly see a moist light shining in his eyes.
She didn't understand why everyone looked sad when they saw her?
At this time, the door was pushed open, and Ouyang Lifeng rushed in and looked for Mo Nishang in the room. When he finally saw her sitting there safe and sound, he felt relieved.
While he was handling matters related to the wedding, he happened to receive a call from Butler Jin, saying that the old man had suddenly arrived.
He quickly drove back himself.
"Feng'er, are you rushing back in such a hurry because you're afraid that Daddy will embarrass your wife?"
Although Old James' words were a bit difficult, he said them in the tone of a parent.
Ouyang Huimei didn't expect that he would become so talkative today.
Ouyang Lifeng did not look at the bed but walked directly to the sofa, half-crouched in front of Mo Nishang, and said softly: "Are you tired? Let's go back."
"Ahem!"
The neglected old man James seemed to have lost face.
When his son saw him, he didn't even have the most basic etiquette and seemed to ignore him like air.
This made his old face look unbearable.
Of course Mo Ni Shang saw it, "Huimei, I painted a painting today, you and I go and have a look." As she said this, she stood up, and Ouyang Lifeng also stood up. At the same time, he saw Mo Ni Shang looking at her.
.
This woman was telling him that she was giving him a chance to reconnect with his father.
Ouyang Lifeng laughed secretly in his heart, and finally stayed and followed Mo Nishang's wish.
In the corridor, Ouyang Huimei was pulled far away by Mo Nishang.
Finally I couldn't help but say, "I know you are creating opportunities for my dad and my brother."
Mo Nishang slowed down and said, "Old people sometimes need the care of their children."
"Hey! But you don't know that in our family, my father has always been very strict with us. There are only three brothers and sisters in our family. Only my eldest brother has never listened to his words. He has received special training since he was a child, and his personality has become withdrawn and lonely.
It’s cold, and I keep a straight face and look cool all day long.”
Mo Nishang planned to listen and did not interrupt.
The two people walked towards the end of the corridor.
Ouyang Huimei talked about Ouyang Lifeng's past with gusto.
"You don't know, my brother often wet the bed in the middle of the night when he was a child, and then blamed me the next day. He also said coldly in front of everyone that it was shameful for my little sister to wet the bed. I was so angry that I cried loudly. At night
He came back with the spoils to coax me."
The corners of Mo Nishang's mouth raised slightly.
I don’t know why when I hear about his past, it feels like I have experienced it myself.
"Ni Shang, actually I have always wanted to tell you."
"What?" Mo Nishang felt that she had something to say to him as soon as she saw her.
Ouyang Huimei was vague for a moment, not knowing whether to say something or not. The waiting made Mo Nishang extremely anxious, "If you have anything to say, just tell me directly. I also want to know about the past."
"Ni Shang, do you really not remember anything about the past?"
"..., I don't remember." She only had a little feeling, but no pictures from the past that could be pieced together.
………
In the sky, the clouds were dyed red by the setting sun, and the scattered clouds concentrated and reflected beams of light.
Too beautiful to behold.
After Mo Nishang and Ouyang Huimei separated, they walked towards the room alone.
I never thought that she and Ouyang Lifeng had known each other since they were young, and that she was very important to Ouyang Lifeng at that time.
Suddenly someone grabbed the corner of her clothes...
Mo Nishang looked over and saw a very handsome man with an unfamiliar face. She had never seen this man before.
Vaguely, it seemed that they had known each other before.
"Don't you make any sound when you walk?" How could she not know that he was following her?
pl put his hands on his chest and gave a distant smile at the corner of his mouth: "You were clearly distracted while walking. I called you several times but you didn't respond. In order to attract your attention, I had no choice but to..." He didn't say the rest.
He looked her up and down.
Mo Nishang is used to this.
She smiled nonchalantly, "Do you have a problem with me?"
It could be seen from his expression that he came to her because he had something to tell her.
And this thing is about her.
pl talked about the smile, "Miss Mo has not changed at all, her observation and decomposition abilities are still so sensitive."
"This is a normal human reaction, a normal judgment and analysis of things."
"Miss Mo, I can restore your memory."
"What did you say?" Mo Nishang stepped forward and grabbed PL's arm with some excitement, "You said you can restore my memory?"
"Yeah!" pl nodded, "I don't know if you are willing."
Yesterday he developed a drug that can restore memory, but he doesn't know if it will work on her.
So today he came directly to the castle to find her. Even Ouyang Lifeng didn't know that he had developed a medicine to restore memory.
He didn't want to dampen his hopes before success, and would give him a surprise when the results came out.
Mo Nishang agreed to pl without any hesitation.
They returned to the room where Mo Nishang lived, and PL took out the medical kit to prepare injections.
Looking at the water droplets overflowing from the needle, Mo Nishang's heart pounded. She was very afraid of pain. Her hands were clasped tightly together, and her palms were sweaty.
"Don't be nervous, Miss Mo, my technique won't make you feel any pain."
Even with PL's assurance, Mo Nishang was still very nervous as she watched him walk over with the needle, and instinctively backed away until her body leaned against the bed. She had to accept this reality.
In order to remember everything before, she closed her eyes and rolled up her sleeves.
PL shook his head and smiled, then used cotton wool to scratch the upper end of his arm a few times.
A medicinal smell immediately lingered in Mo Nishang's nose.
There is an ingredient of morphine here. In less than a minute, PL indicated that she could put down her sleeves.
"Have you finished the beating?" She really didn't feel any pain at all.
He didn't lie to her.
pl packed the medical kit, with a confident smile and a heroic look between his eyebrows, with a somewhat bookish air.
I have to say that he is very good-looking. He is dressed in Italian casual clothes, and the open buttons make him more wild.
Some of her long hair was tied into a braid at the back.
I feel that overall he is a mixed-element person, a person with many aspects.
"I never break my word. How do you feel now?"
Mo Nishang closed her eyes hoping to recall.
There was a brief silence in the room...
After a while, Mo Nishang opened her eyes and looked at the eyes of the upper PL watching her, and the two people's eyes met in the air.
"Still haven't remembered?" pl was a little disappointed.
Mo Nishang shook her head, as if she didn't feel anything at all.
"Maybe it's the diffusion of morphine, or something else?" PL muttered to himself, picked up the medicine box and said a simple goodbye to Mo Nishang before leaving.
This time it failed.
At night, Mo Nishang was lying on the bed, and several wall lamps were turned on in the room.
Overflowing with warmth.
There was the sound of footsteps outside the door, and soon the door was pushed open.
Ouyang Lifeng walked in, with melancholy on his handsome face.
When Mo Nishang looked over, he returned to normal. He only smiled in front of her. He didn't want her to become suspicious.
"Why are you still sleeping? Are you waiting for me?" He came over and sat on the edge of the bed, looked down at her, stretched out his hand to touch her cheek, gently and carefully traced her outline, "Ni Shang, if in the world
What would I do without you?"
Her brows furrowed slightly, and she felt inexplicably uncomfortable after hearing his words.
"Everyone will experience birth, old age, illness and death. We will all grow old one day."
He smiled, his eyes shining brightly like stars.
"Then let us grow old together, okay?" He hoped that time could stop at a certain moment so that they could be together forever.
There is no time constraint, no parting pain.
Mo Nishang did not answer, she was not sure about the future, and her blankness about the past made her unable to respond to equal love.
But she could feel that his love for her was more than just words.
"I can't promise you anything, so don't put too much hope in me. The more you hope, the more deeply you will be hurt."
"Ni Shang, you won't hurt me. I believe that as long as you remember everything, you won't say that."
"Maybe!" Mo Nishang looked away, "If possible, I hope to remember all these things in the next second."
"Ni Shang."
"By the way, did you invite Ouyang Yiyu to the wedding?" Mo Nishang suddenly remembered and asked.
Ouyang Lifeng's face was gloomy, but his tone was still gentle, "No."
"Then do you know where he is?"
"have no idea."
"I hope you won't embarrass him." Mo Nishang said pleadingly.
After all, he had taken care of her for so long. Not only did she leave suddenly this time, but he also signed a divorce agreement and married his brother.
In the past few days, she had been thinking whether she had gone too far.
In Ouyang Lifeng's eyes, Mo Nishang's prayer was like a sharp knife thrust into his heart.
For so long, the person who lives in her heart is often not him.
He was always the one who kept causing her harm.
A year ago, if Ouyang Yiyu hadn't taken Mo Nishang away, he wouldn't have let such a thing happen to her.
The fist tightened little by little, and finally let go. Junrong couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.
"Ni Chang, as long as you say, I will do it." He stroked her long hair, "As long as you don't leave, even if you let me die in the next second, I will not hesitate in the slightest."
"I'm tired and want to sleep."
"Okay." He tucked her in, kissed her forehead and stood up to leave.
He walked very quietly, and the door closed silently.
only……
Inside and outside the door.
She opened her eyes and stared at the door, wondering what she was thinking?
He stood outside the door and listened to something.
There is a tacit understanding between each other that is too quiet to be noticed.
Saying to each other in their hearts: "Good night."