Jiang Li didn't know how long she had been washing. She only knew that when she got dressed and walked out the door, Grandpa Su had already prepared wonton noodles and was sitting at the dining table waiting for her.
Jiang Li was wearing a pair of black trousers with elegant white lace long sleeves. Her black hair was draped over her shoulders, making her look like a beautiful woman emerging from the bath.
When Grandpa Su saw Jiang Li coming out, he hurriedly invited her to the dining table.
Jiang Li subconsciously looked at the bowl of wonton noodles on the dining table, which was filled with a lot of chili peppers, and couldn't help but sniff.
After crying for so long and not sleeping all night, Jiang Li was really hungry.
She pulled out an old wooden stool and sat on it, picked up a handful of noodles with black wooden chopsticks, and slowly put it into her mouth.
Not too cold nor too hot, just the right amount for your mouth.
Jiang Li picked up a piece of wonton and the noodles together and swallowed it.
"Haha," Grandpa Su, who was standing next to him, suddenly laughed when he saw Jiang Li's expression. "Jiang girl, it turns out you like eating noodles like this too. Why haven't I seen you like this before?"
Jiang Li put down her chopsticks and looked at Grandpa Su beside her with some hesitation.
"It's okay, I just think you look a lot like my daughter when she eats noodles."
Grandpa Su waved his hand, and the corners of his wrinkled eyes relaxed, as if he was recalling the past.
"She also likes to eat noodles this way."
"Eat a wonton and have to have a noodle. When she was still around, although she often caused trouble for me, my life was still quite lively."
As Grandpa Su spoke, his eyes dimmed. "But it's a pity that she can't continue to accompany me, leaving me alone as an old widower."
"Grandpa Su, I..." Jiang Li didn't know what to say.
"It's okay, it's okay. Oh, it's really my fault. When you get old, you always like to nag. Why are you still chatting everywhere?"
A kind smile appeared on Grandpa Su's face again, and he seemed to no longer care about the pain of the past.
"It's just that seeing you young people makes me think of her. If nothing happened to her, she should be the same age as you."
"Oh, Jiang girl, I won't sit here anymore. I'm getting old and can't control my mouth anymore."
Grandpa Su quickly stood up, hunched over, and walked towards his room.
"Grandpa Su," Jiang Li stood up and looked at the hunched back, "Thank you."
Grandpa Su's body trembled slightly. After a brief pause, he shook his head and walked into his room.
Jiang Li sat down again. After Grandpa Su left, she picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks and wanted to put it into her mouth, but suddenly she saw a pair of chopsticks stretched out beside her. She picked up a wonton reflexively and wanted to pass it to the person next to her.
However, the next second, she was stunned.
There is no one around me, where did I get a pair of chopsticks?
Mo Jingchun, with a mischievous smile on his face, was no longer beside Jiang Li, and she was the only one eating this bowl of wonton noodles.
Jiang Li lowered his head, his shoulders shaking slightly.
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Mo Jingchun turned his head to the other side and deleted the file on his computer. He didn't want to look at it again.
He looked out the window. It was getting dark. The day had passed by inexplicably.
Mo Jingchun was a little dazed. In just over a day, he seemed to have lost the most important thing in his life.
That was clearly the moon he had been pursuing for a long time. He remembered that he had successfully proposed to her and he really wanted to give her a home.
Mo Jingchun sat on the sofa in the living room, looking at the deserted scene around him. Sheng Jiang lay dejectedly at his feet, and seemed to be in a very low mood as well.
The laughter and joy of the past seemed to echo in his ears again. Jiang Li's figure appeared in front of Mo Jingchun, but gradually faded away.
"Shock Spring!"
Mo Jingchun subconsciously stretched out his hand, but touched nothing.
Mo Jingchun began to think, thinking about the scene when he and Jiang Li first met, and thinking about why he fell in love with her?
Is it because of my mother’s last words?
The last words told him to find someone special, but is Jiang Li really that special person?
If her mother knew about her past, would she agree?
Mo Jingchun clenched his fists tightly. He remembered that the reason why Aunt Lin told him such a thing might be because of his mother's last words.
My mother specifically talked to Aunt Lin and asked her to find a girl who was good enough for her.
Even if you are not excellent enough, you must be sincere enough, because the most important thing for two people in love is honesty.
Mo Jingchun was very conflicted. He had clearly been deceived for four years, but he could not find any reason to feel resentful. It was only because he had also broken his promise and did not keep his original promise.
Mo Jingchun fell straight backwards and stretched out his bony hand towards the air.
However, the next second, he suddenly dropped his hands and held the peace locket on his chest.
Mo Jingchun exerted a little force with his palm, but in the end he still couldn't bear to take it off.
Jiang Li once told herself that this was a gift given to her by the only person in the world who loved her.
Jiang Li said that he was her last warmth.
Mo Jingchun has never been more vicious than Jiang Li so far. Even in the previous situation, he tried his best to control his emotions.
He seemed to have become the Jiang Li whom he could not understand at the beginning, and became as contradictory as her.
Do I like Jiang Li because she is my mother, or do I like her because she is Jiang Li?
Mo Jingchun couldn't figure it out, so he stood up again and slowly walked towards Jiang Li's room. He pushed open the door and a faint floral fragrance wafted into his nose.
Mo Jingchun looked ahead and saw the flowers hanging by the window. The room was filled with the fragrance of flowers.
Mo Jingchun looked towards the bed. The pillows and quilt were neatly folded, and Jiang Li's belongings were still placed in the room.
Mo Jingchun sat on the edge of the bed. He slowly adjusted his posture, lay down, turned his head and leaned his face on Jiang Li's pillow.
Jiang Li's scent is still as good as ever, but unfortunately, she is not here.
Mo Jingchun closed his eyes and lay motionless on the bed, as if he was asleep.
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