On the morning of the 29th of the year, Ling Xiaowei returned to Jiangbin, and Moer Ye and Ling Kexin went to pick him up.
Mo Zihao and Mo Xinnian knew that their uncle was coming back to celebrate the New Year, so they were so happy that they stood at the gate waiting hand in hand. After a while, a minivan stopped in front of them, with a certain express delivery written on the carriage.
A handsome young man got out of the car and moved a small square box from the car.
"Hey, kid, is Mo Yiting here?"
Mo Xinnian's eyes sparkled and she smiled, "Uncle, is this a gift for my aunt?"
"Yes."
Mo Zihao stepped forward and took a look, Huh? Who is coming from Yunnan?
"Children, would you like to sign for your aunt to receive it? If you don't want to sign it, please help me call an adult."
"I'll sign." Mo Zihao took the pen from his hand and signed the name "Mo Yiting".
The express truck drove away, and a pair of babies squatted on the ground, looking left and right at the box packed in a special paper bag, and then carefully read the handwriting on the express delivery note.
Because of the long journey, it may have been squeezed and worn, so the order was somewhat damaged. In addition to the name of the recipient, the name of the place of shipment can be clearly seen, and even the phone number cannot be seen clearly.
"Brother, do you think there could be a bomb inside?" Mo Xinnian looked at it for a long time and felt that the box wrapped in a black plastic bag was too weird.
"Impossible, aunt didn't offend the bad guy." Mo Zihao shook his head.
"How do you know?"
"Auntie is a girl."
"Girls can offend people too."
"Not like you!"
Mo Xinnian's face bulged and her eyes widened angrily, "Brother, am I so bad?"
"You're worse than me anyway."
"You are the bad one."
"Don't make any noise! There must be food in here." Mo Zihao picked up the box and held it in his arms. He said as he walked, "Go home and unpack it."
"Yes, it's Chinese New Year, and the boy who likes my aunt gave her a gift." Mo Xinnian followed her brother's footsteps and knocked on the box with her hand, "Could it be a big watermelon?"
"Idiot!" This boy packed a watermelon in a box. This boy was too ridiculous.
"You're stupid. Seeing how hard you are holding it, the box must be heavy. It's either a watermelon or a big coconut inside."
"You just know how to eat." Mo Zihao turned his head and glared at her.
Mo Xinnian wrinkled her nose, stuck out her tongue at him, and muttered, "I love eating, but I can't eat you. You are a big foodie."
"Snack food."
“Big foodie.”
The two of them walked into the villa bickering. When Aunt Mei saw it, she hurried over to help carry the box. When she saw that it was Mo Yiting's express delivery, she asked Mo Zihao to go upstairs and call for it.
Before Mo Yiting came down, Mo Xinnian saw Aunt Mei go out, so she took a pair of scissors and cut open the outer packaging bag.
Inside was an ordinary cardboard box, sealed tightly with tape. Mo Xinnian stabbed it down, and Mo Yiting shouted: "Hey, little princess, don't touch my things."
She hurried downstairs, and Mo Xinnian stood up quickly, pointed at the box and said, "I'm helping you, this box is too heavy."
At this time, Wu Qiong walked out of Mrs. Mo's room, saw the box on the ground, and asked strangely: "Who sent it?"
Mo Yiting picked up the wrapping paper that Mo Xinnian had cut to pieces on the ground, and gave Mo Xinnian an extremely resentful look. Mo Xinnian blinked innocently, "You can't blame me, that person can't write clearly, neither my brother nor I can
See clearly."
"Open the box and take a look." Wu Qiong asked Mo Xinnian to hand the scissors to her aunt.
Mo Yiting squatted down, cut the tape with a few scissors, and then opened the opening...
"Haha..." Mo Xinnian saw what was inside and immediately ran to Mo Zihao, hitting his shoulder and laughing, "I'm right, I'm right, it's really fruit."
"Boring!" Mo Zihao glanced at the two dark coconuts in the box and walked away.
Wu Qiong shook his head and said with a smile: "Who is it? We still have fresh coconuts. Do we still need to express them to you?"
Mo Yiting frowned slightly, thoughtfully. She touched the coconut, then suddenly picked up the broken packaging bag on the ground, pieced it together with the list attached, and finally vaguely saw the shipping address.
Qiao Zhenzhong?
Although he didn't write his name, address or phone number, she knew it as soon as he saw the word "Yunnan".
She happily took out the coconut immediately, held it in her hand and looked at it carefully, and finally discovered the mystery inside, "Xin Nian, bring the fruit knife on the coffee table."
Mo Xinnian curiously took the knife and handed it to Mo Yiting.
"What is it? Auntie." She blinked her big eyes.
Mo Yiting put the coconut on the ground, and then gently slashed it from the middle with the tip of the knife. There was a crisp "click" sound, and the coconut cracked.
It turned out that it had been sealed and all the pulp inside had been peeled off.
"Ah, it's not coconut juice, aunt, what is this?" Mo Xinnian took out something golden and bright, her eyes suddenly brightened, "Wow, it's a tank."
Wu Qiong's eyes froze... Was it really sent by Qiao Zhenzhong?
"Auntie, it's so beautiful. Is this a bullet casing? I saw it on TV."
"Yes."
Mo Yiting took the tank from Mo Xinnian and found that it was exquisitely made. The chain, wheels, cannon... every part was carefully and meticulously made, making it a perfect work of art.
"Auntie, look at the other one." Mo Xinnian held up the other coconut and placed it in front of Mo Yiting.
Mo Yiting also opened a small slit with a knife. With this opening, the three people present took a breath, opened their mouths, and widened their eyes.
I saw a shining golden military medal hanging on the word "heart" made of bullet casings. There was a base underneath, which could just be placed on a flat surface.
There was a piece of paper stuck under the base, with only a few lines written on it. It was a handwritten letter from Qiao Zhenzhong. In addition to wishing her a happy New Year, it also told him that he was very busy and that he could not contact her because of his special work...
The words did not reveal a word of "love", but only said that the biggest wish is that Mo Yiting can be happy every day.
"Mom, he made second-class merit..." After reading the letter, Mo Yiting touched the golden medal, her voice choked with excitement, "He is really good."
"Auntie, who is he?" Mo Xinnian blinked her big bright eyes, really confused.
"He is your Uncle Qiao." Mo Yiting said.
"Ah, Uncle Qiao? Aren't you on good terms with him?"
Wu Qiong glanced at Mo Yiting with complicated eyes, sighed softly, and went upstairs without saying a word.
Walking to the bedroom, Wu Qiong opened the window, and the cold wind blew in, causing her to shrink her neck and tighten her collar. She looked at the mountains and forests in the distance.
As someone who has been there, she fully understands Qiao Zhenzhong's love and sincerity for his daughter. However, the Qiao family... is really not suitable for her daughter to enter.
He Xiaoxiao is her favorite son-in-law, what a pity!
"Mom." Mo Yiting came in, her hands empty, and walked gently behind Wu Qiong, "Mom, don't think too much, he and I haven't even talked about each other yet."
Wu Qiong took a few breaths of fresh air, put away her sadness, turned around, and a kind smile appeared on her face, "Tingting, mom respects you, no matter who you choose, mom doesn't want to interfere."
Mo Yiting was stunned for a while, and it took her a while to digest her mother's "enlightenment".
"Mom, so you won't care about the marriage of the three of us from now on... Oh no, it's just the two of us, and you won't interfere?" Mo Yiting was really happy.
"No matter, Mom has figured it out. Mom can't stay with you forever, as long as you feel good about it and feel happy together."
"Long live mom!" Mo Yiting hugged her mother happily.
Wu Qiong patted her back and smiled helplessly, "Do you really like Qiao Zhenzhong?"
Mo Yiting pursed her lips and pondered for a long time before saying uncertainly, "I don't know whether I like him or not. I only know that besides He Xiaoxiao, I still think of him occasionally. After all, he is the best to me.
.”
"We've only known each other for how long, is it the best?" Wu Qiong pushed her away and poked her head.
"Mom, that's the truth. Although some boys gave me valuable things before, I didn't accept them. He Xiaoxiao..." She curled her lips up in a self-deprecating smile, "Or he gave me a scarf of his not long ago.
The only person who counts as a gift is Qiao Zhenzhong, and I am very touched by the things he gave me, because every item was made by him."
"Oh, you like these two better, don't you?"
"Mom, don't laugh at me. To be honest, I really like these two gifts that he made by himself, just like the twelve zodiac signs."
"Then besides He Xiaoxiao, are you sure you want to wait for him?"
Mo Yiting pursed her lips again, walked to the window, looked into the distance, and seemed to be talking to herself, "If it is like what he said, this is the fate given to us by God, then I... can do it too
Go and give it a try, after all I want to get married, but everything I say now is in vain."
It is not so easy for another person to fill the empty corner in your heart.
"So, you don't really like him?"
"Mom," Mo Yiting turned around and smiled, "Is it so easy to like someone? Qiao Zhenzhong is good, but I am not a little girl anymore. I won't be so hasty."
"I feel relieved now." Wu Qiong gently held her hand, his eyes full of motherly love, "Tingting, let everything go. Don't give up on yourself just because you lost a relationship."
"Mom, don't worry."
Mo Ye drove back, and Ling Kexin took her brother's hand and walked into the Mo family villa.
When Wu Qiong saw Ling Xiaowei again, her attitude was completely different from before. She greeted him affectionately and hugged him gently, smiling slightly like an amiable mother.
Mrs. Mo smiled happily when she saw this handsome boy and said that the children of the Ling family were not only good-looking but also good in nature, and she liked them.
After Mo Xinnian was intimate with her uncle for a while, she ran to her father and said, "Daddy, my aunt received a gift from Uncle Qiao."
Hearing this, both Moer Ye and Ling Kexin were startled, and looked at the stairs in unison.
Mo Yiting came down just in time. She smiled easily and said lightly: "It's just two gadgets."
"It's not a gadget, it's two very beautiful things, a tank and a big heart." Mo Xinnian gestured exaggeratedly.
"Yeah, aunt, give me the tank." Mo Zihao said hurriedly.
"No, I can't give it to you." Mo Yiting refused without hesitation.
"Stingy." Mo Zihao muttered and walked away.
In the evening, Ling Kexin came to Mo Yiting's room. Mo Yiting was playing with the gifts from Qiao Zhenzhong on the bed table. When she saw her coming in, she smiled sheepishly.
"Have you thought about it?" Ling Kexin sat on the edge of the bed and asked with a slight smile.
"No."
"What? You've never been tempted?"
"I want to wait until he comes back and have a good relationship with him. Let's start as a friend."
Ling Kexin nodded: "Well, you are very sensible. You should not be too hasty in love."
"However, I have already developed a little affection for him, from the moment I rushed to the airport to see him off that day."
Ling Kexin held her hand and gave her an encouraging look, "Let nature take its course, follow your feelings, and don't give up easily."
"Kexin, do you think He Xiaoxiao is not suitable for me? So..."
Ling Kexin shook her head, "No, he is suitable for you. He is stable and restrained, and you are passionate and unrestrained. I believe you two will get along well. Besides, you have waited for him for six years, which is enough to show how much you love him. I always think He Xiaoxiao should
I have been touched by you."
"But the reality is that he chose Zheng Miaomiao." Mo Yiting smiled sadly, and he said with emotion, "Love is not determined by time, but by feeling. Maybe they feel good about each other.
"
Ling Kexin was silent, recalling the ups and downs and frictions between herself and Mo Ye. Unknowingly, she relied on a feeling.
I felt like I couldn't live without him from now on, so I fell in love with him like this.
The two chatted for a while, and then Ling Kexin left. Mo Yiting took off her clothes and got on the bed, placing the "heart" given by Qiao Zhenzhong next to the pillow.
She stared at it, and she saw Qiao Zhenzhong standing next to the plane, smiling at her...
"If we had known each other a few years earlier, maybe I would have fallen in love with you, Qiao Zhenzhong." She said to herself, sighing softly, "But now, my heart is filled with He Xiaoxiao. Even though I know that he is getting married soon, I still
…”
Still can’t forget it!
With a sore nose, Mo Yiting turned sideways, pulled up the quilt and covered her head.
"Brother, there is a car parked there for a long time outside the courtyard gate." Mortao walked into the study and said to Morye.
Mo Ye turned off the computer, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and squinted at the door in the night. From this angle, he could not see the car.
"Who is it?" He turned around and asked Mortao.
"I don't know, maybe he is a man who likes your wife." Mortao teased nonchalantly, lying down on the sofa while laughing.
More Ye glared at him, picked up his coat and put it on, "I'll go take a look."
Mortao pouted at his tall back and teased in a low voice, "You are still so stingy, who dares to chase your wife now."
Mo Ye actually arrived at the gate. The car was parked fifty meters away and leaning on the side of the road. When he walked over, the man in the driver's seat opened the door.
"Are you having a good time tonight?" Morye got into the car and turned to look at him calmly.
He Xiaoxiao smiled and picked up a pack of cigarettes from the platform. Moore Ye did not refuse and took out one. He Xiaoxiao helped him light it and then smoked one himself.
"Time flies so fast, tomorrow will be the New Year's Eve," He Xiaoxiao said, with a vague loneliness covering his face, "I've always wanted to have a few drinks with you, but I haven't made an appointment yet."
"We have plenty of time. After the New Year, I'll treat you to a drink." Morye rolled down the window to let the smoke disperse.
"Mr. Mo, I let you down. Now I really feel how right Ling Kexin was in choosing you."
"She has no choice, she belongs to me, More Ye."
"Haha, you are still so domineering."
Mor Ye blew out a puff of smoke, looked at him with squinted eyes, and said with a different meaning: "Men, you must be decisive when you should be decisive. There is no need to hesitate about some things. When doing business, when you want a woman...it's all the same!"
He Xiaoxiao smiled silently and asked hesitantly: "Yiting, is she okay?"
"Well, that's good. She has changed. In a few years, she has become sensible, well-behaved, and respected."
"Yes, time can change a person."
Mor Ye put his hand on the car window, looked at the sparks on his fingertips, and asked tentatively: "Want to come see Yi Ting?"
He Xiaoxiao turned to look out the window. He wanted to deny it, but it went against his psychology, so he chose to remain silent.
"Mr. He, being undecided is a kind of harm to women and an irresponsible attitude. It's getting late, so I'd better wish you a happy new year." Morye threw the cigarette butt out of the window and extended his hand towards him.
Handed.
He Xiaoxiao turned around, paused, then smiled and held his hand, "Thank you, I understand."
More Ye smiled faintly, patted his shoulders twice, opened the door and got out of the car.