"Let's go, Mo Ling."
Xu Fan asked Mo Ling to go downstairs. It was a little late, and they did not choose to stay with Mo Jingchun.
Mo Ling nodded obediently and followed Xu Fan down the stairs. The two of them were unusually silent as they walked one after the other.
"Ouch."
Mo Ling touched his forehead with both hands and looked at Xu Fan who suddenly stopped in front of him, "What's wrong?"
"Oh."
Xu Fan chuckled. With his absolute height advantage, he stretched out his big hand and covered Mo Ling's head, just like coaxing a child, and bent down slightly to face her.
"Don't worry. There's only so much we can do as friends. It all depends on what they choose next."
Xu Fan tilted his head slightly, his bangs fell to the other side, and his eyes narrowed into slits with a smile.
"I, I understand."
Mo Ling's cheeks flushed, and she turned her head to the other side, speaking with some stammering.
"Okay! I'll take you home first. If things don't work out later, we can talk to them both."
Xu Fan skipped down the stairs, turned around and said to Mo Ling with a smile.
Looking at the smile on Xu Fan's face, the gloom in Mo Ling's heart seemed to dissipate a lot. She imitated Xu Fan's just behavior and skipped down the stairs. Finally, she was picked up by Xu Fan.
"Send the Holy Glory of Heaven's End Dancer Knight home."
"It's the Rondo of the End of Holy Grace!"
"Hahaha, okay."
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"Crackling..."
For most people, this rain came very suddenly. When they opened their eyes, it was already raining in the world.
Jiang Li lay on the bed with his eyes closed, a thin layer of cold sweat seeping out of his pale face, and the sound of raindrops hitting the window beside the bed could be heard.
They stayed on the window briefly, then slowly left a transparent mark and finally disappeared.
Jiang Li fell asleep very late, so she knew when the night rain started.
Before dawn, she stretched out her fingers and tapped lightly on the glass, and the rain slowly appeared.
The quilt covering her body was crumpled into a ball by her, and she curled up in it, seeming to be saying something.
…………
Mo Jingchun woke up early.
He sat at the desk where Jiang Li often sat, quietly looking at the sky outside the window.
In the outside world, the rain was accompanied by the sound of thunder, and the grayness made it hard to breathe.
Such scenes always make people feel a little sad.
“Ding ding.”
The phone on the table vibrated. Mo Jingchun paused for a long time before picking up the phone.
It was a message from Xu Fan, asking him how he was doing.
Mo Jingchun's Adam's apple rolled, his hands stayed on the keyboard, but in the end he did not reply.
Mo Jingchun didn't change his clothes and was still wearing the same outfit he wore when he fought in the bar yesterday.
At this moment, his body was filled with the smell of sweat and alcohol, which was very unpleasant.
The rain was not heavy at this time, as if the real heavy rain had quietly flowed away in the night.
Before going out, Mo Jingchun placed ginger in the living room, prepared dog food and water for it in advance, and then walked out of the house with his mobile phone and keys.
Instead of holding an umbrella, he walked towards the nearby bus stop in the drizzle.
This rain won't last long, Mo Jingchun had a feeling, maybe it would clear up tomorrow. Of course, this could also be a way for him to deceive himself.
When you spend a long time with someone, their behavior will become strangely similar.
Just like now, there were few people on the bus, but Mo Jingchun subconsciously sat in the corner of the back row.
As the car moved forward, he leaned his head against the plastic guard plate on the car, staring blankly at the raindrops sliding down the window in front of him.
The world is buzzing, with a bit of laziness when just waking up, and the rain makes people blurry and unable to open their eyes.
This scene cannot be said to be beautiful, but it makes Mo Jingchun feel calm. Perhaps this is the reason why he likes rainy days.
After taking several buses, Mo Jingchun realized that he had missed his stop. He got off the bus and took another one before finally arriving at his destination.
Qingping Cemetery.
Mo Jingchun comes here to worship his mother every year, but every time he comes alone because he doesn't want others to hear some cowardly words.
"Why don't you bring an umbrella?"
The security guard on duty watched Mo Jingchun come to the door in the rain, took out an umbrella from the security room and handed it to him.
But the latter waved his hand to reject his kindness and walked into the cemetery in the drizzle.
In fact, people are very narrow-minded and find it difficult to empathize with others, which is why there are so many grievances, pains, confusions and helplessness.
Some people say that the easiest way to understand someone is to walk around in her shoes.
But can different individuals really feel what she was going through by putting on her shoes?
This is an unsolvable problem, and while people empathize with others, they are also trying to understand.
The rain slid across his cheeks. The wound left on that handsome face last night had gradually faded, but was still very clear.
There are many trees in the cemetery, and after a heavy rain at night, the ground is covered with green leaves.
Some of them are front side, some are back side, overlapping each other, just like a carpet covering the ground.
Mo Jingchun walked forward, passed the gray stairs that meandered upward, and finally stopped in front of a tombstone.
Still silent, Mo Jingchun felt very strange. He pressed his chest and pinched the peace locket.
At some point, he found himself as if he had become mute and could not speak.
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