Seeing Yu Qiuchi's expression, Mo Weiyun sighed, "I was too young back then and have forgotten..."
At four years old, she already possessed the ability to remember things, although she would forget many things. But her own mother… jumping down in front of her, could Mo Weiyun really not remember anything at all? Yu Qiuchi, for one, simply didn't believe it…
Yu Qiuchi was in a very bad mood.
"Liao Liao, don't cry." Mo Weiyun patted Yu Qiuchi's shoulder.
"I didn't cry!" Yu Qiuchi sniffed. He really didn't shed any tears; they just welled up in his eyes.
"Liao Liao, I'm telling you this not so you'll be sad about my birth." Mo Weiyun removed Yu Qiuchi's hands from his embrace, then gripped Yu Qiuchi's shoulders and looked into his misty eyes.
“I know everything about you, from birth to now, I’ve been a part of every year of your life, but Liao Liao, you don’t know my past. Liao Liao, you’re very uneasy.” Mo Weiyun’s tone left Yu Qiuchi no room for argument.
"It won't happen again. I'm all alone now, and you're all I have left. I will never abandon you."
Just like when Yu Qiuchi was a child, in kindergarten, she drew a simple line of words behind the word "best friend":
Liao Liao and her brother will always be the best of friends.
Mo Weiyun said all this just to let Yu Qiuchi know that they were both the same, both alone. After Yu Qiuchi got drunk last time, Mo Weiyun had thought about why Yu Qiuchi thought he would not want him.
“But…you still have your grandfather.” Yu Qiuchi blinked, shaking the tears off his eyelashes. He didn’t know what to say, and after a long time, he could only manage to utter this one sentence.
“That was her father.” Mo Weiyun wiped away the tears on Yu Qiuchi’s cheeks. “After all, she gave birth to me.”
Yu Qiuchi thought for a moment and said, "Then can we say that the old man is your grandfather, and you are my brother, so you can also be considered my grandfather!"
Receiving Yu Qiuchi's expectant gaze, Mo Weiyun nodded.
"So, you've come to wish Grandpa a happy birthday, brother?"
“Hmm,” Mo Weiyun nodded coldly.
"Then I will..."
"You can too," Mo Weiyun interrupted Yu Qiuchi before she could finish speaking. "It's past midnight, Liao Liao, you should go to sleep."
"but……"
Mo Weiyun pointed to the time on Yu Qiuchi's phone, the meaning of which was quite clear.
Yu Qiuchi, feeling rebuffed, said unhappily, "Fine, then I'm going back to sleep!"
"It's too late, I'll go back tomorrow morning." Mo Weiyun tapped the bedside table casually with her fingers.
Yu Qiuchi refused: "My current roommates would be worried!"
"That mute guy?" Mo Weiyun's tone was somewhat somber.
"Brother, he has a name, Song Yaozhuo."
"Sorry, my memory has been bad lately, I can't remember people's names." Mo Weiyun's apology was completely insincere.
In the end, Yu Qiuchi did not stay.
Mo Weiyun watched with a deep gaze as a glimmer of light in the darkness silently disappeared. He glanced at the moon in the sky; the pale moon hung low, wispy clouds filled the Milky Way, and the bright sky urged on the dawn.
Because her name is Li Genggeng, Miss Mo named him Weiyun, just to have that tiny bit of connection.
In the past, Mo Weiyun had resented his biological mother for keeping him, and he had also resented Miss Mo for taking him back. However, those resentments gradually faded away after Yu Qiuchi.
After all, it was because of these things that he met Yu Qiuchi.
There's a saying that's very true: suffering isn't worth praising or repeatedly recalling to cause pain; only love is worth it.
The night is past midnight, and dawn is not far off.
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