The composition of Si Sheng's photo was still messy.
It was a street with many people, messy and everything.
However, with just one glance, Mo Shangjun ignored the composition and the many pedestrians and clutter, and his glance fell on the man who suddenly turned around.
Wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a black trench coat, he only had half of his handsome face in profile. His sharp eyes concealed a murderous aura that could be released at any time, and his well-curved lip line was slightly tight.
In the picture, it is clearly the corner that is most easily overlooked, because standing there, he is extremely conspicuous.
The face that should have been extremely familiar seemed inexplicably unfamiliar when it fell into his eyes at this moment. Mo Shangyun thought about it carefully, and then suddenly remembered some memories, but soon, they gradually faded away again.
After a two-second pause, Mo Shangyun's pupils shrank slightly. Even though her expression remained calm, the turbulent emotions in her eyes and the slightly trembling fingers completely exposed her mood at the moment.
In this moment, Cen Jin had already poured a glass of boiled water. She picked up the cup and was about to drink it when she caught a glimpse of Mo Shangyun standing quietly beside her. She simply handed over the cup in her hand.
"Do you want to drink?" Cen Jun asked.
Mo Shangyun held on to the photo tightly, and then lowered his hand.
She lowered her eyelids and looked straight at Cen Jin.
"Is there any trace of him?" Mo Shangyun asked word by word, his voice emotionless.
Cen Jin took his hand back, took a sip of water slowly, and then replied: "No, just a photo."
Mo Shangyun's question had already confirmed her guess——
[That person has indeed been following Mo Shangyun. There has been no trace of him since the incident three years ago.]
Even she and Mo Cang kept silent about what happened three years ago.
Said it was confidential.
She couldn't understand those soldiers who strictly abided by the rules, but she had no interest in asking further questions.
I only know that three years ago, in an operation that cannot be made public, the three masters who grew up with Mo Shangjun died. Mo Shangjun was hospitalized for three months.
Go take a look.
Even she waited until all the dust had settled, and it was almost when Mo Shangyun was discharged from the hospital, that she knew what had happened. And the so-called incident was given a death order by Mo Cang, and everyone who knew it was selectively forgotten.
.
Including Mo Shangyun.
It has been almost three years since that incident, and Mo Shangjun has been at home for no more than a month.
Cen Jun accidentally found photos at Si Sheng's place and vaguely guessed that they were related to this man. In addition, he got two sneaky people with familiar tattoos, so Cen Jun dragged Mo Shangjun here.
After a while, Mo Shangyun said lightly "Oh" and then asked: "Who else is there?"
"Don't you want to say something else?"
Putting the water glass back on the table, Cen Jin raised his eyes to look at her.
"Well," Mo Shangyun thought for a while and said, "No more."
"Ask." Cen Jin put his hand on the table and tapped it lightly with his fingers, "How are your dad and I doing?"
Mo Shangyun hesitated and asked, "How are you doing with my dad?"
"Very good." Cen Jun replied extremely coldly.
Mo Shangyun: "..."
Just stop talking.
After a while, Cen Jun reminded: "Ask something else."
The corners of Mo Shangjun's mouth twitched, and the strength of his fingers almost crushed the photo, but he still asked calmly: "How is my brother?"
"That's fine."
"Where's grandpa?"
"good."
"Where are the grandparents?"
"Same."
"Uncle?" Mo Shangyun became more and more responsive as he asked.
Cen Jin waved his hand, "Okay, that's all good."
Mo Shangyun stared at her closely, "Can I see someone now?"
Cen Jin ignored her words and asked unhurriedly: "How are you doing as an instructor?"
"good."
Seeing Mo Shangjun's cold response, Cen Jun continued: "Chen Lu said you helped me last time."
"...Hmm." Mo Shangyun responded perfunctorily.
Although I didn't expect that Cen Jin could ask Chen Lu about her affairs, but... before this photo, these were all trivial matters.
"Mo Shangjun." Cen Jun called her suddenly.
"Um?"
Mo Shangjun responded.
Cen Jin put his hand down and lazily said to her: "Call Mom."
It was obviously the most normal title, but when it came to her mouth, the gesture was just like a gangster sister calling her aunt, with a flamboyant and coercive flavor.
But the absent-minded Mo Shangjun was stunned for a moment when she heard the sound. She carefully looked at Cen Jun's face that had not been stained by time, thinking that Cen Jun had always looked like this in her memory.
After a while, she opened her mouth and called her softly, "Mom."
"It's too blunt." Cen Jin frowned dissatisfied.
"..."
Mo Shangjun pursed his lips slightly and did not answer.
You can still shout a little more cordially on the phone, but in front of me, no matter how you shout, it feels awkward.
In college, she spent more time with her tutors than with her family; in middle school, she basically spent time with several masters; in elementary school, what she remembers most is her stern Grandpa Cen, and his seemingly endless basic skills.
Going back further, I basically have no memory.
When her thoughts were distracted, she suddenly heard two words, "Come here."
After a moment of pause, Mo Shangyun took two steps in Cen Jun's direction.
Cen Jin stood up.
Mo Shangjun is about the same height as Cen Jun. When they stand face to face, their eyes are level.
However, Mo Shangjun lowered the brim of his training hat so low that it covered his eyebrows. As soon as he stood up, Cen Jun could not see Mo Shangjun's expression.
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)