"Don't be surprised by the spring."
Jiang Li called out softly to Mo Jingchun opposite him. He hadn't done anything, so why was he suddenly crying?
"Jiang Li."
After a brief silence, Mo Jingchun pressed his forehead with his right hand, covering his eyes, making it impossible for Jiang Li to see his expression.
"Did Mo Ling ask you to come?"
After hearing this, Jiang Li hesitated for a while and then nodded.
"Haha, she really is."
Mo Jingchun's ring finger and little finger slid across the corners of his eyes, wiping away the tears that had accidentally fallen.
He lowered his right hand that was covering his face, and his bangs fell softly on his eyebrows, parted on both sides. His eye circles were red, but he still had a smile on his face.
Jiang Li subconsciously clenched the peace locket on her chest. For some reason, looking at Mo Jingchun's appearance, she suddenly remembered her past self.
Was I like this back then? My heart was breaking, yet I pretended to be strong, afraid that others would see my weakness.
Jiang Li felt a faint stuffy feeling in his chest. He noticed the change in his emotions, but he still couldn't control it.
"Today is my mother's memorial day."
"What?" Jiang Li's pupils shrank slightly, and his expression was a little shocked. It turned out that the comfort Mo Ling mentioned was because of this.
"Haha," Mo Jingchun smiled, but at this moment, in Jiang Li's eyes, that smile was extremely bitter. "She definitely didn't tell you, right? It's hard for you to actually come here."
Jiang Li shook his head, "It doesn't matter."
"You can go back now," Mo Jingchun leaned back in his chair, pretending to be relaxed. "I'm fine now. Thank you for coming, and thank you for making this bowl of noodles for me. I will remember this day."
"What about you," Jiang Li's expression was hesitant. To be honest, she had never seen Mo Jingchun like this before. In her impression, he was always nonchalant and looked indifferent, rarely showing this expression.
"What? You still don't believe it?"
Mo Jingchun continued to smile and said, "I'm a kind-hearted person. Go back quickly and don't let your family worry. You're a little girl, don't stay out all night."
"I……"
Mo Jingchun's words seemed to touch Jiang Li's heart. She was speechless, but just stood up silently from her previous seat and looked at Mo Jingchun deeply.
"Are you...really okay?"
"Yeah," a gray color flashed across Mo Jingchun's eyes, "I'm fine."
Jiang Li stood up. She was now very close to the door, only a few steps away.
"call……"
After taking a deep breath, Jiang Li opened the door, walked out, and left this home that held all of Mo Jingchun's childhood memories.
The moment the door clicked shut, Mo Jingchun seemed to have all his strength drained away. He slumped powerlessly in the chair, unable to even lift his hands.
Tears gradually spread, blurring Mo Jingchun's vision, and the half-eaten bowl of egg drop noodles on the table turned into a blurry halo.
There is something fragile in everyone's heart, no matter what kind of person he is, how strong he is inside, how indifferent he appears, or how unruly he looks.
And you must know that even a stubborn stone has a heart, let alone a human being.
Mo Jingchun actually didn't want to cry. Firstly, he had promised his mother that he would be strong in the future. Secondly, it would be too pathetic for a boy like him to cry.
But Mo Jingchun just couldn't control himself. The bowl of noodles gave him a familiar taste.
It was a taste from a very long time ago, so long ago that even he felt dazed when he savored it again.
As the saying goes, seeing old scenery reminds me of old people.
Mo Jingchun closed his eyes, tears slowly sliding down his cheeks.
His longing was long-standing, his sadness came suddenly, and his crying was silent.
The room was very quiet, and the white light of the light bulb flickered, as if there was some poor contact.
After a long time, perhaps only a moment, Mo Jingchun finally made a sound, and a hoarse voice echoed in the air, "I'm really... too cowardly."
Jiang Li was standing at the door at this moment, her expression very struggling.
The wind and snow at night were even stronger than when she arrived. Jiang Li's thin figure stood at the stairs, looking very fragile, as if just a little bit of snow could crush her.
Jiang Li bit his lower lip until it turned slightly red, and then let go. His right hand was still holding the peace locket on his chest, as if trying to absorb some warmth.
Jiang Li walked downstairs step by step without looking back.
The architectural styles of the buildings in the community are basically the same. At the corner of the stairs in each building, apart from the concrete wall, there is a large hollow area that does not wrap the entire building into one, and the wind outside can still blow into the corridor.
At this moment, Jiang Li had already gone down one floor. She was standing at the corner of the stairs, watching the wind and snow blowing in from outside.
Outside is a vast expanse of pastureland, while the corridor inside is dilapidated, like an old man who is about to die.
In this situation, Jiang Li couldn't help but feel nostalgic and recalled the snow that year again.
The snow fell very quietly that day, or perhaps it had stopped when she left, and all she could see was the bright moon in the sky.
The snow falls non-stop today, as if it wants to bury every passerby and every lonely heart.
The pain of that night is still unforgettable. Jiang Li frowned, held on to the railing, and pressed the safety buckle against his heart.
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