Half a year later.

Xinjiang city.

It has been half a year since Yan Mo left Mo City. She sat on the rooftop of the empty two-story villa. Yan Mo looked in the direction of Mo City with complicated feelings. She couldn't come back to her senses for a long time. She was like a Buddha statue in the sky and earth, motionless.

I don’t know how much time passed until the crimson sunset in the sky slowly fell into the western mountains, welcoming the first darkness of the night. Only then did Yan Mo come to his senses, picked up the red wine in his hand and drank it all.

"Boss, are you still accepting business?"

There was a knock on the door downstairs, accompanied by calls.

Yan Mo frowned slightly, lowered her head and glanced at the person standing at the door of her shop downstairs, with helplessness in her eyes.

It seemed as if the person downstairs felt the gaze coming from above, looked back at Yan Mo, smiled at her, and repeated what he had just said:

"Boss, are you still open?"

Yan Mo didn't say anything. Then, he retracted his head from the rooftop, stood up indifferently, walked to the stairs, went to the first floor and opened the closed door.

Then, without waiting for the visitor to speak, he walked towards the kitchen.

"Hey, Momo, I'm your customer. With your attitude, I'm going to report your store's service attitude." The smile on the visitor's face became more and more intense, and he seemed to be in a really good mood, but what he said was really asking for a beating!

Yan Mo didn't even raise his eyelids, and began to take out a few vegetables from the refrigerator, began to wash them bit by bit, and replied lightly:

"casual."

Seeing Yan Mo's indifferent expression and emotionless answer, the visitor frowned, but he regained his composure in an instant. He walked to the dining room and kitchen counter, bent down slightly, hooked his body upwards, and put half of his head into the kitchen, smiling and suggesting:

"If you beg me, I'll consider not complaining."

After saying this, the visitor thought he would see other emotions in Yan Mo, but the result was the same as usual, as if she didn't hear what he said and continued to do her own thing seriously.

The visitor was helpless and somewhat disappointed.

"Look at you, I haven't seen you smile since you came to Xinjiang City half a year ago. Why bother? The forest is so big, there are more than just that one big tree."

Still no response, Yan Mo continued doing his own thing.

"I just don't believe it. I can't see a single expression on your face today." The man shouted in disbelief. Then, he solemnly reached into his arms and fished something out. He didn't reach out his hand immediately, but pretended to be mysterious and hesitated for a long time. When he felt that he was mysterious enough, he slowly took out a yellow envelope from inside:

"Ding, dang, dang, what do you see here?" As he said this, he handed the envelope to Yan Mo as if he was presenting a treasure. In less than two seconds, he quickly took the envelope back.

However, it was just a glance. Yan Mo, who was making osmanthus cake with his head down, had his eyes flickering slightly, and in the next moment, he returned to normal.

The visitor sighed helplessly, and then, as if he had suffered a severe mental trauma, he retreated to his usual seat.

Yan Mo ignored him and finished making the last serving of cabbage salad in the kitchen. He then picked up a bowl of soup, put them both on a plate, and brought it out. He came to the man's table and placed the plate in front of him. The envelope had been lying quietly on the table at some point.

She put down the plate in her hand, picked up the envelope beside her without hesitation, and thanked her sincerely:

"Thank you, Fu Haonan."

Yes, the person who came was Fu Haonan. Less than a week after Yan Mo came to Xinjiang City and bought this house, Fu Haonan appeared at her door and told her that he was on a business trip to Xinjiang City.

Yan Mo was already used to meeting Fu Haonan again out of nowhere, so she didn't say anything. Just when she thought that the business trip would only last a week or so,

What she never expected was that on the day she was about to leave, Fu Haonan suddenly told her that he had applied to stay in this city. She was shocked and didn't know what method he used, but Fu Haonan really stayed.

After that, she reopened the shop and he would help her with everything she did. Over time, everyone around them thought that Yan Mo and Fu Haonan had a special relationship.

However, when this trend started, Yan Mo began to explain, but the effect was almost negligible.

Fu Haonan said unhappily:

"Momo, how long have we known each other? You're still waiting for me to say thank you left and right. Do you still consider me your friend?"

"We are more than just friends, you are also my savior." Yan Mo replied calmly, and then, without avoiding Fu Haonan, he found a corner a little distance away from Fu Haonan and sat down. He stretched out his already trembling hands and began to tear open the envelope bit by bit.

Inside was a bunch of photos, all of which were growth photos of her three little ones. They had grown a lot bigger than they were six months ago since they were so tiny when she left.

In these photos, some were laughing, some were crying, and some were playing in the fields. There were so many of them that she cried without realizing it. Two lines of tears slid down from the corners of her eyes, wetting the photos. Just looking at their backs was so heartbreaking.

For a moment, Fu Haonan felt an impulse to rush to her and hug her tightly in his arms regardless of everything.

Half a year, a full half a year, she still refused to give herself a chance, just like when he first came and confessed his love to her, she just treated him lightly. If they were just friends, she and him would still be the same as before, pretending nothing had happened.

If you want to be more than just friends, remember what she said at that time: "Either you leave or I leave." He will never forget her look. She really can do it. In the end, he can only pretend that he has never done anything, stay by her side, and pretend to be a friend.

While Fu Haonan was still lost in his memories, Yan Mo had already recovered from his sadness. He picked up the photo on the table, carefully put it in his chest, stood up, walked to Fu Haonan, and thanked him again:

"Fu Haonan, thank you so much for sending me their photos every time."

In the past six months, Fu Haonan has given her photos every month. This kindness really makes her feel grateful and she doesn't know how to thank him.

During the busy days in this border city, when she dared not contact her family, she could only relieve her longing for her children through these photos.

As he spoke, Yan Mo began to think about what kind of reward he should give to Fu Haonan.

Fu Haonan looked into Yan Mo's eyes, as if he could see what she was thinking. Before she could speak, he took the initiative to speak:

"Momo, if you want to thank me, why not give me a discount on this dinner?" Fu Haonan pointed to the food on the table.