The key goes into the lock.
“Click, click.”
Perhaps this door had not been opened for a long time. When the key was inserted into the keyhole and turned, it made a jerky, old metallic friction sound.
Mo Jingchun's hands trembled slightly. He reached out and pressed the door handle, pushed it down, and opened the red-painted door.
It was dark inside the door.
Mo Jingchun stood outside the corridor, holding the door handle with his right hand and was reluctant to go in.
No one knew what he was thinking at that moment, whether he was recalling the moment when his mother passed away, or the fragments of memories of his life here...
After a long time, Mo Jingchun stepped into the house and closed the door sideways.
"Zizi," the light bulb that had not been used for a long time made a sound of electricity due to poor contact the moment it was turned on.
The view brightened, and the dining table in front of me came into view. To the right, a space separated by storage compartments was created, where a somewhat old-fashioned sofa was placed, and opposite the sofa was a large LCD TV.
Next to the sofa is a window facing the outside. While sitting on the sofa, you can see snowflakes falling continuously.
Mo Jingchun withdrew his gaze and looked forward. There were two rooms on the left and right. Mo Jingchun and his sister lived in the room on the left, while his parents lived in the room on the right.
Before their family became wealthy, they lived in a small house like this.
Although they were not rich at that time, they were happy enough.
Unfortunately, the happiness did not last long. The disease took away his mother's life and made his father make a decision that Mo Jingchun still cannot forgive.
"call."
Mo Jingchun exhaled, took two steps forward, and swiped his right hand across the table.
Mo Jingchun raised his right hand and found that it was spotless. After seeing this result, he couldn't help but laugh sarcastically.
But as he laughed, his eyes turned red again.
Mo Jingchun raised his head and smelled the air in the room. There was no strong smell of dust, but instead a fresh scent. It seemed that this place had been cleaned not long ago.
Mo Jingchun certainly knew who it was. Apart from him and Mo Ling, only their father Mo Xu could come here.
Mo Jingchun remained silent. He walked forward to the long and short corridor and opened the door on the left.
The room was not big, and there was a bunk bed in it that took up most of the room. Before, he and Mo Ling lived in the same room, with one sleeping on the upper bed and the other sleeping on the lower bed.
Next to the wooden bed was a cabinet, which was previously used to store their clothes.
There are two small tables next to the room. They usually hide in the room and pretend to do homework, while secretly taking out toys from under the table. There are still some traces there.
Mo Jingchun left the room and came to the right.
This is the room where my parents live. The overall layout is not much different from the room on the other side, except that there is an extra balcony.
Mo Jingchun turned on the light and looked at the wedding photo hanging on the wall of the room.
The photo shows young parents. They are smiling happily, as if happiness is around them.
Mo Jingchun seemed to be touched by the photo. His breathing trembled and he sighed deeply.
After turning off the lights, he returned to the old sofa in the living room and sat on it, clasping his hands on his knees, and fell into silence.
It was the night before New Year's Eve, the day before the most important festival that makes everyone excited and happy. My mother passed away, and happiness seemed to disappear on that day.
Outside the house, snowflakes were falling, a vast expanse of white, reflecting the starlight as they fell from the sky.
When the snowflakes fell, not even the slightest sound was heard, just like Mo Jingchun's thoughts, even though they were surging, they remained silent.
The world was very quiet, but Mo Jingchun closed his eyes and lowered his head, as if trying desperately to catch the sound of falling snowflakes to prove his longing.
Jiang Li stood outside the door and exhaled a breath of white air.
She looked hesitant and seemed a little unprepared standing outside.
Mo Ling didn't explain it clearly to him. To be honest, Jiang Li didn't know why he came here.
But Jiang Li had an inexplicable urge in her heart, which made her agree to Mo Ling and finally come to this strange door.
Jiang Li was wearing a beige cotton coat and the same old red scarf that Mo Jingchun had worn before was wrapped around his neck.
Jiang Li was very afraid of the cold, so her mouth turned white from the cold and her face lost its color on the way here, giving her a rather sickly beautiful look.
Jiang Li took the key out of his pocket, hesitated for a moment, inserted it into the keyhole, turned the door open, and walked in.
“Crack.”
Mo Jingchun, who had been keeping his head down and saying nothing, suddenly heard a slight sound. He raised his head in confusion and looked towards the window beside him.
The snow was still falling, but there was no sound.
Mo Jingchun reacted and turned to look at the door.
The constricted pupils suddenly dilated, as if experiencing an emotional roller coaster.
There was a person standing at the door. It wasn't Mo Ling or his father Mo Xu, but that special person. It was...
"Jiang Li..."
Jiang Li's face turned pale, but her unique gentleness still revealed between her eyebrows, and her eyes were still so eye-catching that people could not ignore her presence.
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