Ling Kexin got up very early. She prepared the necessary items for going up the mountain, packed the canned fruits that the children liked to eat, and then went upstairs to find clothes and pants for the children that were convenient for climbing.
Mo Zihao put on a blue short-sleeved sportswear, and Mo Xinnian wore a pink short-sleeved suit. Both of them wore a white sun hat and sneakers, looking very energetic.
Go very energetic.
Ling Kexin was also dressed up. The so-called dress up was just combing her long hair into a ponytail, wearing a set of loose clothes, lightly painted her eyebrows, no makeup on her face, and she was as elegant as plain clothes.
Everything is ready, just waiting for Mo Ye's arrival.
But time passed by, and the two children sat on the corridor and stared at each other. After waiting for more than an hour, they did not see Mor Ye driving over.
Mo Zihao's expression slowly began to change from excitement to bleakness and coldness. Mo Xinnian's smiling face slowly faded. She sat on the hanging chair and looked at Mo Zihao with a little sadness and asked: "Brother,
Did Uncle Mo lie to us?"
Mo Zihao lowered his head and held the phone in his hand. He really wanted to make a call.
"Brother, will mommy be sad?"
Mo Zihao pursed his lips tightly, narrowed his eyes, and slid his finger towards the address book on the screen.
"Brother, it must be Mo Yabo's mother who held Uncle Mo back."
His fingers paused, Mo Zihao raised his head, and his eyes glanced at a figure flashing at the door. He stood up from the chair, took off the sun hat on his head, and said to Mo Xinnian: "Let's go, the three of us will go."
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"Hey, wait for Uncle Mo?" Mo Xinnian blinked.
"Yes." Mo Zihao led his sister into the house and shouted, "Mommy, it's getting late, let's go first."
Ling Kexin was packing her backpack on the sofa. She didn't know how many times she had touched it in the past hour or so. Just now at the door, she heard Mo Xinnian's words. To be honest, she felt a little uncomfortable because she had sent Mo Ye a message.
I sent a text message and still haven’t received a reply, and I made a phone call but no one answered it.
How did he know that Mrs. Mo suddenly entered the hospital, and when the doctor checked, he said that the patient was just too anxious and had heart pain caused by psychological stress. There was nothing else serious. He just needed to go home and have a good rest, relax more, and have more fun.
However, Mrs. Mo still asked herself to be hospitalized for two days of observation, and asked Mo Ye to sit in front of the hospital bed to accompany her, and held Mo Ye's hand tightly with one hand, as if she was afraid that he would escape.
"Mom, can you let me go out and make a phone call?" Mo Ye said softly, with a tone similar to pleading.
"Let's fight here." Wu Qiong closed his eyes slightly and sighed softly.
"Mom... don't be like this." When the doctor said it was nothing serious and his mother hadn't left the hospital yet, Morye felt that his mother was deliberately holding him back, so he could only try to be patient and said, "I sent you here in a panic.
I’m in the hospital, I didn’t bring my cell phone with me.”
"What other important things do you have to do this weekend? Er Tao has already said that he is responsible for outside matters." Wu Qiong opened her eyes and looked at Mo Ye with resentment, "Mom is getting older, and she will get into all kinds of problems.
Come out and let you spend more time with me, okay?"
"Mom, I'll come over tonight." Mo Ye took out his hand.
Wu Qiong ignored the drip with her other hand and rushed forward with both hands, but the needle slipped and she screamed in pain. More Ye turned around, held her down hurriedly, and rang the bell to call the nurse.
After finishing a bottle of diaphragm injection, Mo Yiting came to the ward. Seeing her mother's hand holding her eldest brother's hand, she couldn't help but look at Mo Ye with sympathy... What her mother did was too obvious. In doing so, she was not afraid of her eldest brother.
When will you lose your patience and develop a rebellious mentality like an adolescent child?
Chu Tianyu also knew that her mother would hold her eldest brother back, but she took Mo Yabo out to party with friends. This "mother-in-law" was sick and hospitalized, and she didn't come to take care of her, but her mother still regarded her as a treasure.
Out of some unknown psychology, Mo Yiting suddenly wanted to help this elder brother.
"Brother, the doctor asked you to go out for a while." Mo Yiting walked over and looked at her mother with a smile.
When Wu Qiong heard this, his eyes widened immediately. Mo Ye believed it and gently took his hand out of his mother's palm. When he turned around, he saw Mo Yiting wink at him secretly from the corner of his eye.
"Did you do it on purpose?" Mo Ye had been out for more than ten minutes and hadn't come back yet. Wu Qiong was confused. She sat up from the bed and glared at Mo Yiting angrily.
Mo Yiting smiled and said, "Mom, don't treat your eldest brother like a child. What's the use of trapping him like this? Your eldest brother is more filial to you than me and my second brother. If he was unfilial, he would have slapped his butt.
He left, but if you act like this, I'm afraid that his filial heart will be ground to a needle by you, and by then, you will really be heartbroken and won't even have time to cry."
Wu Qiong glared at her daughter again in displeasure and said angrily: "What do you know? Do you know that he went out to find Ling Kexin?"
"Let him find it. If you trap his body next to you, his heart has already flown to Ling Kexin. Why don't you let him go."
"Well? Tingting," Wu Qiong frowned and looked at Mo Yiting in confusion, suspicious in his heart, "Did Ling Kexin give you ecstasy? One day, he said something, sometimes he helped me, and sometimes he helped your brother.
, and today...why do I feel that you really want to bring them together?"
Mo Yiting shrugged and smiled disapprovingly, "How is that possible? I just don't want my eldest brother to resent you, so I try my best to do the best for both of you."
Wu Qiong rolled his eyes at her and muttered, "When did you become so understanding of the world?"
Mo Yiting didn't answer. She sat on the sofa, took out her phone, opened the photo album, and looked at the photos in it. The boy in the photo had always been in her heart, but she had not entered his heart.
For five years, she worked hard to study him, try to get close to him, and try to change for him...
He once said: "I like girls who are considerate."
He once said: "I like girls who are gentle, quiet and kind."
Mo Yiting listened. She was not a very stupid person and could completely understand what He Xiaoxiao meant, because she, Mo Yiting, was still a long way from gentleness, tranquility, kindness...
In the past, she was too arrogant and arrogant. She liked to be the only one in her thinking and behavior. She didn't like to think from other people's perspective. She only relied on her own will to criticize or do what she wanted to do.
Little did they know that by trampling on others and insulting others, she put a mark of ugliness on her face. No matter how beautiful she was, she would still be ugly in He Xiaoxiao's eyes. At the same time, she ignored the feelings of others for her own selfish desires.
This not only hurts others, but also lowers your own character.
When she went to England for the last time, He Xiaoxiao had a dinner with her. After dinner, they went to see Big Ben. He Xiaoxiao suddenly asked her: "Without the beautiful lights, do you think Big Ben looks good at night?"
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"It doesn't look good," she said honestly.
He looked at a beggar in shabby clothes on the side of the road. The old man's hair and beard were all white. He told Mo Yiting that every time he came here, he would see him as long as the weather was good, and there would be a very dressed man.
Ordinary girls come to give him food.
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Yiting saw a girl coming carrying a yellowed cloth bag. She had only one eye open, her skin was very dark, her hair was dry, and she was wearing a long skirt made of coarse cloth.
Walking to the old beggar, Mo Yiting took out an oil paper bag from the bag. After opening it, Mo Yiting saw two pancakes...
"Are they grandparents and grandchildren?" Mo Yiting asked.
"no."
"How do you know?"
"Because this girl often picks up trash near our college, I got to know her..."
Mo Yiting didn't want to continue asking, because she saw a sparkle flashing in He Xiaoxiao's eyes, and his appreciation danced in the bright light.
Now, he actually paid attention to an ugly girl, and Mo Yiting felt a little sad.
She quickly thought of Ling Kexin, and couldn't help but feel astringent in her heart.
Although Ling Kexin looks the same as Mo Yiting, her personality is more selfish, arrogant, less sympathetic, less loving, and less tolerant than Ling Kexin...
"She's not beautiful. Maybe she accidentally bumped into you, and you would pick up your nose and curse her, but have you seen her heart?" He Xiaoxiao seemed to be talking to himself, his eyes always fixed on that
On the girl's back, she was squatting on the ground, talking to the old man, with a bright light shining on her raised face.
"Stop talking." Mo Yiting stopped turning her head, feeling very uncomfortable.
She knew clearly that what He Xiaoxiao wanted to tell her was that a person's inside was more important than his outside appearance. Excellent character would shine with eye-catching light, but if she was not good-natured, no matter how much she showed off her appearance, it would be fleeting and could not be retained.
His gaze is pleasing to the eye only because of the power emanating from his beautiful character.
A few years have passed, and He Xiaoxiao has really matured...
After returning to the United States, Mo Yiting completely changed her image. She no longer dressed up in colorful clothes and went out to bars with her idle friends. In addition to helping her father manage American companies, she also went to Asian celebrity clubs.
Learn etiquette, nemesis, tea ceremony, flower arrangement, etc.
She had changed a lot just to wait for He Xiaoxiao to come back one day and see a brand new her.
Mo Yiting was emotionally complicated towards Ling Kexin. Five years ago, because of her willfulness and unruly nature, she did not consider Ling Kexin's feelings and hit her deeply with the bad news.
The moment she saw her fall to the ground, she regretted it, but when she saw He Xiaoxiao nervous and Ling Kexin, she felt sad and resentful...
Now, five years later, all the grudges and grudges have faded to her, and some things no longer matter. But to her mother, Wu Qiong, Ling Kexin is the knot in her heart.
Mo Yiting first wants to satisfy her mother and make her eldest brother regain his memory as soon as possible. She can only be like the foxtail grass on the wall, which way the wind blows and it falls. She has no fixed attitude towards who she wants to help.
After watching Mo Zihao and Mo Xinnian yesterday, she could only wish good luck to her eldest brother and Ling Kexin in her heart!
Besides, after Mo Ye left the hospital, he immediately came to the phone booth to call Ling Kexin, his heart full of apologies, "Xin'er, I'm sorry, my mother went into the hospital, and I forgot to bring my mobile phone... Xin'er, where are you, hurry up
tell me!"
Hearing his voice, Ling Kexin felt happy and sad at the same time. She stopped the car and stared at the rearview mirror, "We have already set off, and we are now at the Huanxi intersection..."
"Mommy, Uncle Mo's phone number?" Seeing Ling Kexin closing the line, Mo Xinnian hurriedly leaned on the front seat and asked.
"Yes." Ling Kexin turned her head and smiled at the two children behind her.
Mo Zihao's hand playing with the phone paused, and then his lightly pursed lips raised into a smile.
Mo Ye arrived quickly. He stopped the car, opened the back door of Ling Kexin's car without any explanation, and pulled Mo Zihao out, "Come, take a car with me."
Mo Zihao didn't say a word, but his footsteps followed him. Mo Xinnian stuck his head out and pursed his lips resentfully.
"Mommy, why does Uncle Mo want to take care of his brother?" She was so jealous.
"Because Uncle Mo also wants to raise a child." Ling Kexin started the car.
"It's not fair." Mo Xinnian's little mouth raised.
Mo Ye asked Mo Zihao to sit in the passenger seat. Before driving, he reached out lovingly, touched his head, and asked with a smile: "Have you scolded me in your heart today?"
Mo Zihao stared ahead, his expression calm and composed, "It's good that you know."
"Haha, I knew it, because we are so similar."
"Do you remember when you were a kid?"
"Why don't you remember?"
"But I heard from mommy that you have lost your memory."
"That's just one of those memories."
"It really shouldn't be."
They chatted a lot along the way. Mo Zihao found that Mo Zihao's thinking was very active. Every time he asked a question or talked about a certain issue, he had reasons or thoughtful expressions of his opinions. Moreover, you want to follow
He debates without concentrating his thoughts and is easily refuted by him.
According to him, he started playing computer games when he was three years old. He learned English from his mother, boxing and various sports from Chen Gang, and played games from Ren Yifei...
He has read many books in the Zhuhaiyuan study room, and every week he and his sister go to the Children's Palace to play piano and learn chess and calligraphy.
More Ye was not only proud to have such a son, he said sincerely: "Your name is really good!"
"Mom got it."
"I think your mother must be hoping that you will become a child that makes your parents proud."
"I don't know if I'm proud or not, but I will never let my mother be bullied by others." Mo Zihao turned his head and his eyes slid across Mo Ye's face in a meaningful way.
Mo Ye felt sad, he seemed to be a filial son!
"Well done, I support you!"
"What will you teach me in the future?" After a while, Mo Zihao suddenly asked Mo Ye.
Mo Ye thought thoughtfully and said with a smile: "Whatever you want to learn, I will teach you."
"Can you do anything?"
"Even if I can't, I still have to learn it, because your mother, your godfather and godmother have taught you so much, and I should teach you the rest."
"Did you do it willingly?"
"certainly."
Mo Zihao stopped asking. He looked out the window, watching the beautiful scenery flashing by. The smile on his face slowly expanded and became bright and sunny again.
Catching the change in his expression, Mo Ye's heart exploded with fireworks. He freed up a hand and held his small shoulder...