In the sky, snowflakes floated silently, large and small, spinning and dancing, scrambling to fall.
Mo Yan's forehead was pressed against the Chinese black tombstone, dark, hard and cold.
She didn't know when Mo Tiansang left, or how long she stayed here;
Quietly leaning against the tombstone is the only way she can get close to her parents now.
Maybe my aunt was right, she was the lone star of the evil spirits, and everything in her previous life completely confirmed this word.
Dad, thank you;
Mom, I’m sorry;
Also, I love you and miss you very much;
Yanyan did something wrong, so everything in her previous life must be punishment.
Now, in a new life, a man named Qin Yan walks into Yanyan's life. He is very good and gives Yanyan a lot of love and courage.
Therefore, Yanyan will work hard to live a good life and protect grandma, please rest assured.
Mo Yan remained motionless, his eyes slightly closed, as if he couldn't feel the biting cold.
The snow was coming, getting heavier and heavier. There was a thick layer of white snow on Mo Yan's hair and shoulders.
I don’t know what night it is.
An umbrella appeared above her head, patted Mo Yan's shoulder, helped her brush away the snow, and called her softly, "Girl, girl?"
Mo Yan opened his eyes and looked at the other person blankly, it was a middle-aged woman.
"It's snowing and very cold. Girl, please go home early."
The corners of the woman's eyes were red and her voice was a little hoarse. She must have come to pay homage to her old friend and had just experienced grief.
Mo Yan said nothing.
The woman glanced at the tombstone, sighed, and spoke again, "Girl, parents love their children at all times. If you are so sad in front of them, they will not feel at ease underground. Go back!"
Parents, always love their children.
Mo Yan's tears burst out in an instant, falling drop by drop on the snow, still silently.
She slowly stood up and thanked the woman, but saw a green but slightly familiar face behind the woman.
Mo Yan stopped in place, his pupils trembling in disbelief.
Wang Mingxuan.
In the previous life, Mo Yan met someone after arriving at the Lu family, and was one of Lu Entropy's assistants.
The house in their village was illegally demolished by the Lu family. His father took the lead in resisting and aroused public pressure, but died unexpectedly within a few days. Wang Mingxuan suspected that the Lu family had killed his father, so he joined the Lu family to collect evidence;
Mo Yan discovered his purpose, and the two secretly cooperated and became friends;
Once, Mo Yan planned to escape from Lu Entropy and asked Wang Mingxuan to help find a reason to trip him up, but the matter was later revealed;
In order to warn Mo Yan, Lu Entropy gave up her thoughts of escaping. In front of her, he tortured Wang Mingxuan until his body was bruised and injected him with hallucinogenic drugs.
He died miserably in a small dark room with his body completely covered with skin.
Seeing Mo Yan looking behind him with dull eyes, the woman immediately said, "This is my son, Mingxuan. Do you want us to take you out?"
Hearing the sound, Mo Yan came back to his senses, shook his head, twitched the corner of his mouth, and made a kind expression, "Is your child in high school? My name is Mo Yan, and I am currently studying in the law department of Z University. If necessary, You can help him with his homework, here is my phone number."
She was implicated in her previous life, and when she saw Wang Mingxuan again, she always wanted to make up for it.
"Big Z? Are you so good? Mingxuan is now in his third year of high school, and there is still room for improvement in his grades. Then I will call you to make an appointment. Thank you, thank you."
The woman took the note with the phone number written on it from Mo Yan and kept it like a treasure. Her husband was dead and her son was everything to her. She was very grateful for anything that could help her son.
Mo Yan bowed to the tombstone, said goodbye to his parents, and left Wanshou Mountain.
It was already evening and the sky was getting darker.
As soon as he arrived at the door, Qin Yan held up a big black umbrella and hurried to the front, "Yanyan, why don't you hold an umbrella? Is it cold?"
Mo Yan said nothing and looked at him steadily.
Qin Yan didn't care, and immediately took the basket from her hand, opened the passenger door and let her get in;
Then she jogged back to the driver's seat, rubbed her hands together to warm them up, and covered Mo Yan's hand tightly, as if this would warm her up earlier. Her movements were natural and familiar, as if she had practiced them thousands of times.
She didn't stop, mumbling like a grandma, "You, your hands are so cold and you don't wear gloves. Next time you do this again, I will wrap you into a rice dumpling..."
The heating in the car was very strong. After Mo Yan saw Qin Yan, he felt that his limbs and bones had become warm, and every pore was frantically absorbing the warmth;
After not seeing each other for a few days, missing her like a tide.
Mo Yan stared at Qin Yan blankly, her eyes getting redder and redder, letting him treat her like a child, helping her keep warm, and educating herself in a whisper;
Then, without any warning, she threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.
Qin Yan didn't expect that Mo Yan suddenly took the initiative to hug him. He froze without moving, half-raising his hands, and then raised the corners of his mouth, hooked Mo Yan's slim waist with his backhand, and hugged Mo Yan into his lap, changing to a more comfortable position. A beautiful woman is in my arms.
The space inside the car was closed, and the mint scent on Qin Yan's body was stronger than usual. The two hugged each other quietly, which made Mo Yan extremely at ease.
After a while, Mo Yan shook his head, rubbed his chest, and the tears disappeared;
She raised her head and met Qin Yan's deep peach blossom eyes, and the tips of her ears suddenly turned red.
Mo Yan quickly looked away and murmured, "Why are you here?"
"Of course it's because Yanyan missed me, so I sent it over to give her a hug."
Qin Yan smiled fondly, and Mo Yan's reaction made him very happy. After not seeing each other for two days, Yan Yan became even more attached to him.
"Bad talker." Mo Yan struggled, trying to leave his arms.
Qin Yan deliberately tightened his arms to bring the two of them closer together, showing a sad expression, "Yanyan, you are typical of throwing it away after use!"
"You, let go, I'm getting a little hot."
The temperature inside the car instantly rose, and Mo Yan's cheeks began to turn red.
"Oh, that's just right. I'm cold. Give me a hug again. One day is like three autumns. We haven't seen each other for three days. Yanyan, do you miss me?"
Qin Yan placed his chin on Mo Yan's head, and held his hands on her waist, with no intention of letting go.
"No, I'm busy with grandma, so I don't have time."
Mo Yan bit her lower lip lightly, turned her head to the side, not looking at him, deliberately denying it, but did not continue to struggle, and was hugged obediently.
"Then, do you want to feel how much I miss you?"
Qin Yan let go a little, leaving some space, and stared down at the ink smoke.
"How do you feel?" Mo Yan did not doubt that he was there, and looked back with wide apricot eyes in confusion.
At this moment, Mo Yan had just cried, her eyes were filled with moisture and her cheeks were flushed, showing her pitiful and pitiful appearance to the fullest.
Qin Yan loved her so much that without any words, he slowly approached the pink lips and covered them without hesitation;
The soft touch ignited deep thoughts in just a moment, and the temperature in the car continued to rise.
