Chapter 84: Ouyang Nuo's curiosity seemed to have turned into a different kind of greed. He knew it was wrong to peek into her diary, but he couldn't control his own hands and read several of her articles.
He had to continue reading the diary. Because he wanted to know everything about her, including her mood at every time...
[I kissed Xuan Hao today. Haha, we kissed him twice. One was a romantic and deep kiss under the tree, and the other was a passionate kiss on the street. Haha, I didn’t know what a kiss was until I kissed him.
Only then did I know and experience the wonderful taste of kissing. It turns out that kissing the man you love is such a wonderful thing.
Oh, I think of those three beastly kisses again. What should I do? Thinking of their three beastly faces and their dirty kisses, I feel sick and suffocated. How can I get rid of what they bring to me?
What about my nightmares that nearly killed me?
Xuanhao, thank you, you let me spend the best day in my life.
Xuanhao, do you know? You are my first love, my big tree, and my eternal love.
Today is really wonderful, Xuanhao, I love you, good night.
September 9, 2010, evening, two o'clock.]
For some reason, Ouyang Nuo felt so uncomfortable when he saw this diary record of her daughter's love affair that he couldn't stand it anymore. He closed the notebook, put it in its place, and stood at the window.
In front of me, I stared blankly at the slightly white sky outside the window...
...
At dawn, Jiang Han and Mo Mi got up lazily.
"Nuo, didn't you sleep at night?" Mo Mi walked to him holding half of the pillow, looking at his pale face and asked doubtfully.
Ouyang Nuo smiled lightly, looked at him, then at Jiang Han, then turned around and strode out of the bedroom, "It's time for us to go."
"Okay, let's go." Mo Mi said with a smile without any objection, hugging the half of the pillow and following him.
"Mi, do you want to take her pillow away too?" Jiang Han looked at the half of the pillow he was holding, frowned slightly and asked in a serious tone.
"Yes." Mo Mi replied with a smile without hesitation, "I want to take it back as a souvenir."
After hearing this, he became blatant, curled his lips, hugged half of the pillow, and strode after them, "I also want to take it back as a souvenir."
Mo Mi found it funny, looked back at him, and asked, "Han, can you be more creative and stop imitating me?"
"Uh..." he said angrily, "Who always imitates you?"
"Don't deny it." Mo Mi blinked her left eye at him teasingly, holding up the torn half of the pillow in her hand, "If I'm lucky enough to fall in love with a woman one day, you must not steal her from me.
I don’t want the woman I love to be torn apart by you and me.”
Jiang Han got angry when he heard that. He raised the pillow in his arms and hit his chestnut head hard, "What nonsense are you talking about? What I don't lack most is women. If I eat too much and hold on, I won't be with you."
The beautiful fox snatched it."
"Hehehe..." Mo Mi laughed happily and rubbed his stylish head sideways, "Han, your angry expression is very cute."
"Uh, don't call me cute.".
"I don't want to either, but you just complimented me on my beauty, and I reciprocated."
"..."
The time between the two of them bickering seemed to be getting longer and longer. Ouyang Nuo laughed secretly... Mi, Han, I hope our friendship can always be like this.
...
When Xia's mother walked out of the kitchen with a big bowl of pumpkin porridge, she happened to see them walking into the hall and said enthusiastically: "I cooked pumpkin porridge. You go and wash your faces. Come and eat."
"Thank you, Auntie." Ouyang Nuo nodded to her, smiled politely and said, "We have something to do and need to leave. Thank you very much for your hospitality." The sound fell and he immediately walked to the door.
Mo Mi and Jiang Hanfa were a little confused. They looked at his back and then at the bowl of pumpkin porridge held by Xia's mother. After bowing politely to Xia's mother, they hugged the pillow and followed. "Nuo, wait a minute.
…”
Mother Xia was also confused, but not because they refused to eat the pumpkin porridge she made, but because she saw Mo Mi and Jiang Han holding a cross-stitch pillow that had been torn somehow like a treasure, and she was very confused, "Cao'er
How come a good cross-stitch pillow is torn to pieces after just one night of passing by them?" (Do you know how to lure a wolf into the house?)
Ouyang Nuo strode forward and walked into the courtyard. He accidentally saw an exquisite figure in a white dress and stopped walking.
Xia Cao was watering the flowers with a kettle when she heard footsteps and slowly turned her head.
In an instant, her clear and big eyes like morning light met his handsome eyes that looked tired from not sleeping all night without any warning. Her heart was beating inexplicably. She hurriedly looked away and continued to water the flowers as if nothing happened.
water.
Being ignored by her, Ouyang Nuo naturally felt bad. He gently blinked his bloodshot eyes, looked at her daffodil-like figure, raised his foot and took a step in her direction without any trace of luck.
.
At this moment, Mo Mi and Jiang Han came out. They approached him and were stunned when they saw Xia Cao wearing a white dress and watering flowers.
Mo Mi was the first to raise her beautiful thin lips, holding the half pillow with one hand and putting the other hand in her trouser pocket. She walked towards her in a stylish manner, stood beside her, lowered her body and smiled softly and asked helpfully: "
do you need my help?"
"No need." Xia Cao replied coldly without hesitation, then rolled her eyes at him, ignored his devilishly beautiful face, and strode to the other side with a kettle for watering the flowers.
"..." Mo Mi was speechless, and the smile on her face froze in shame.
"Ah ha ha ha..." It was rare to see him shrinking in front of a woman, Jiang Han laughed out loud without any image, "Ah ha ha ha..."
Mo Mi felt that things were getting worse, "Uh..." She turned her head sharply and glared at him angrily with her beautiful dark face, "Be careful of dislocating your jaw from laughing."
Ouyang Nuo didn't want to bring trouble to himself, nor did he want them to bring trouble to themselves. He glanced at Xia Cao's back calmly, and walked towards the exit of the courtyard without hesitation, "Mi, Han, let's go, I want to take a bath in the hot spring."
"Haha... Okay." Jiang Han tried his best to stop laughing, nodded, and followed him holding the half of the pillow, "After soaking in the hot spring, we will go hunting."
They both left, and Mo Mi stayed too long. Her long and charming eyes looked at the slender white figure with reluctance, then she picked up half of the pillow and followed their footsteps.
The three of them walked out of the courtyard, and Xia Cao turned around and looked resentfully at the perfect backs of the three of them walking side by side.
Suddenly, she noticed the corpses on pillows in the hands of Jiang Han and Mo Mi, and the mixed emotions in her heart suddenly erupted like a volcano. She quickly put down the kettle for watering the flowers and chased them angrily, "You three bastards, all of you are gone."
I stop...give me my pillow back..."
Hearing the sound, the three men stopped and turned around at the same time in a tacit understanding, looking at her who was catching up with them with an indescribable and mysterious look.
"Are you running in such a hurry to keep us here and eat pumpkin porridge that we have never eaten before?" After she came closer, Jiang Han looked at her panting and asked with a hidden smile.
.
Xia Cao glared at him, "You have a beautiful idea." After speaking angrily, he looked at the pillow corpses in his and Mo Mi's hands, holding back his anger and said with utmost contempt: "You have failed in your conduct since childhood, right?
You eat from my house, live in my house, just be ungrateful, and when you don’t want to leave, you take away my things.”
Mo Mi looked at Ouyang Nuo and then at Jiang Han. She blinked the electric eyes that killed thousands of girls instantly, and asked with a puzzled smile: "Why do you call us thieves? Uh, what on earth did we take away from your house?"
What's wrong? Your heart?"
"Uh, you...you..." Xia Cao stammered angrily, "You took away my pillow." He said angrily, stepping forward and grabbing the pillow he held under his arm quite arrogantly, "
How can there be such excessive men like you in the world? Well, not only tearing my pillow apart, but also taking away my pillow body, I will never allow it..."
Seeing her acting like a naughty girl, the three men were stunned.
After being stunned for several seconds, Mo Mi came back to her senses. She frowned, grabbed the pillow tightly, and patiently persuaded her, "Don't grab it, don't pull it. If you grab it and pull it again, this pillow will shatter into pieces."
Xia Cao ignored it and continued to pull hard, "Crush it, crush it. I would rather crush it myself than you to crush it." For some reason, when she said this and thought of certain things, she felt uncomfortable all over.
, my strength suddenly disappeared, I let go of my hand and sat down on the ground, holding my legs with both hands, burying my head in my knees, my shoulders shaking slightly, and crying silently.
Seeing her fragile appearance, the handsome faces of the three men all showed an unmistakable gloomy look.
For the first time, Mo Mi felt that something was wrong with her, so she hurriedly knelt down, raised a hand and gently held her thin shoulder, and asked carefully and softly: "Cao, what's wrong?"
"Woo..." Xia Cao cried lightly. When his hand touched her, her shoulders shook violently. Then she waved his hand away forcefully and continued to hold her knees and cry alone, "
Woohoo..."
Her cries seemed to make them feel a little bit heartbroken.
"Grass……"
"Grass……"
Ouyang Nuo and Jiang Han suddenly called her intimately, took half a step closer to her, and squatted on both sides of her.
"Hey, if you want to cry, just cry." Ouyang Nuo comforted her sincerely beside her.
Jiang Han didn't know how to comfort him, and frowned anxiously.
"If you feel unhappy, you can speak out loud." Mo Mi stopped touching her, and instead used her eloquent mouth to comfort her softly, "Hey, we will listen."
"Grass……"
"..."
At this time, it was really strange. She seemed to be their sun while she was crying. The three of them squatted next to her and circled around her.
Xia Cao hates their voices and their approach...
She seemed to hate everything about them. She suddenly raised her tearful face, looked at the three of them miserably, and shouted with a choked voice, "Go away, go away, you, please stay away from me.
Get as far away as you can... Do you know? You three are beasts, and you are guilty, guilty..."
"Grass..." the three of them called her at the same time with perfect understanding.
"Don't call me idiot." She immediately shouted excitedly and looked at them each with hateful eyes. "You three have no right to call me that. It was you who ruined my love and my life...I...
I hate you...I will always hate you..." After roaring hoarsely and sadly, she quickly stood up and ran towards home with tears in her eyes.
At this moment, when they heard her resolutely say that she would hate them forever, and saw her resolutely turning around to run away, the three of them were speechless. There was something inexplicable on their three handsome faces.
The sadness is also compounded by a trace of inexplicable anxiety and doubt.
After her back was no longer visible, the three of them stood up one after another.
"Do you want to return this to her?" Mo Mi looked at the two of them, slightly raised the pillow in her hand, and asked uncertainly.
Jiang Han thought for a while, furrowed his thick eyebrows, looked at half of the pillow in his hand, then looked in the direction of her house and said in a rare serious voice: "Give it back to her. She seems to care about this pillow."
After hearing this, Mo Mi raised one corner of her mouth helplessly, "Then... let's go and give it back to her." After saying that, she took the half of the pillow and took the lead.
Jiang Han followed suit.
Ouyang Nuo stood there with his hands in his pockets, looking at the torn pillows in their hands, and suddenly thought of something. When they took five or six steps, he said seriously: "Han, Mi, come back, she is at this time
, I don’t want to see you, nor do I want to get back the pillow that you tore apart.”
Hearing his words, Jiang Han stopped and Mo Mi also paused, turning sideways and looking at him hesitantly.
"There is no point in giving her a torn, useless pillow." He looked at the corpse of the pillow in their hands and continued matter-of-factly, "If you really want to return her pillow, show your sincerity and return it.
Give her an identical new pillow." Something like that.
The two of them were stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Haha..." They looked at each other, smiled, gave him a thumbs up, and walked towards him holding the body on the pillow.
"No, you are still thoughtful." After Mo Mi left, he patted his shoulder and praised him with a heartfelt smile, "If you pursue women with such thoughts, I don't think any woman will reject you."
Jiang Han lit a cigarette at some point, blew out a puff of smoke in a cool and handsome manner, looked at the almost perfect Ouyang Nuo, twitched the corner of his mouth coldly, and said with certainty: "Xia Cao will definitely refuse."
"Oh..." Mo Mi suddenly realized it again, raised her lips slightly, and shrugged apologetically to the silent Ouyang Nuo. "Nuo, I think so too."
Ouyang Nuodan smiled and said nothing. He took a look at Xia Cao's home and remembered the diary in her notebook. With an imperceptible melancholy, he silently turned and left... Cao, I am a delicate and indifferent me, you call me
Will I, who behave like an animal and say that my conscience has been eaten by a dog, walk into your heart one day?