As the lights come on and night falls, the bustling Jiangrong is even more lively than during the day.
On a road lined with trees, passers-by looked in surprise at a man and a woman standing in the middle of the road.
The woman is dressed neatly, has a plump figure, and has a mature and sexy temperament.
The man had white hair and a dazed look on his face. His head was slightly turned to the side, as if he didn't dare to face the gaze of the mature woman.
"Sister Mo, I still feel..."
After Mo Yan asked that question, Zhang Zhiqin stood there in a daze, looking as if she had been struck by lightning.
Mo Yan didn't urge him, but just looked at him calmly.
Finally, after a long silence, Zhang Zhiqin said blankly:
"We seem to, well, how should I put it, I never thought that we could be in a relationship."
Zhang Zhiqin scratched his head and finally expressed his meaning clumsily.
"It's okay, you can start thinking about it from now on."
Mo Yan remained calm, even with a rare tenderness and expectation on his face.
Zhang Zhiqin looked down at the woman in front of her who was almost seven years older than her. Her features were slightly sharp, her eyes were bright, and her hair, which just fell over her shoulders, fluttered slightly in the wind, with a hint of feminine softness.
At this moment, her breathing seemed to be a little rapid, and her conspicuous chest began to rise and fall with increasing amplitude.
Zhang Zhiqin couldn't help swallowing, desperately imagining the scene of herself and Mo Yan together in her mind...
However, he couldn't imagine what that scene would look like.
"I'm sorry, Sister Mo, I really can't think of it. I might..."
Zhang Zhiqin stammered, "Not ready yet."
His voice was very soft, but the night wind grew stronger, blowing his words into Mo Yan's ears.
The atmosphere suddenly became frozen.
Mo Yan looked at Zhang Zhiqin, the smile on her face not diminishing at all, she just said lightly:
"open."
"Oh. Yes, yes."
Zhang Zhiqin then realized that his hand was still on Mo Yan's waist, and he quickly let go.
Mo Yan turned and left.
"Sister Mo, wait!"
Zhang Zhiqin shouted loudly from behind, but Mo Yan didn't even turn her head, and her plump and sexy figure quickly disappeared into the night.
"Why did you leave?"
Zhang Zhiqin stood there in a daze.
"Is she angry? Not really. She usually kicks me when she's angry."
Zhang Zhiqin scratched her head, not knowing what to do, so she could only go home quietly.
It was already nine o'clock in the evening when he returned home. His parents had gone to visit relatives in Lincheng and had been away for the past two days. Zhang Zhiqin sat down on the sofa, feeling a little confused. He took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Mo Yan:
"Sister Mo, are you home?"
A prompt suddenly appeared below this message:
"Mo Yan has enabled friend verification, but you are not his (her) friend yet. Please send a friend verification request first..."
Zhang Zhiqin: “?”
What is going on?
Sister Mo blocked me?
Zhang Zhiqin called Mo Yan in disbelief, but the call was cut off after only two rings.
He sent another text message: "Sister Mo, are you really angry?"
Waited ten minutes, no reply.
I waited for another half an hour, an hour... until late at night.
Zhang Zhiqin woke up from the sofa, wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, and picked up her cell phone.
Mo Yan still didn't reply to the text message.
Zhang Zhiqin sat on the sofa blankly. After a long while, she finally uttered a word:
"Hold!"
…
As the night deepens, Lanheng Garden.
"Sister Yao, good night."
"Well, good night."
Lin Yao took a shower, said good night to Fangfang, and then went into her bedroom.
She lay on the bed in her white nightgown, pulled the quilt over her and wrapped herself tightly in it.
But I kept my eyes wide open and couldn't fall asleep.
During dinner, she saw Fang Xiaole and Fang Shengnan talking on the phone with Fang's mother. She was envious of the seamless and casual communication between mother and son, and mother and daughter.
It was late at night and everything was quiet. Lin Yao couldn't help but think of her mother.
Lin Yao's mother's name is Haiyao, a very rare surname, and Lin Yao's name is taken from her father's surname and her mother's name.
It can be seen that Lin Duanzheng and Haiyao had a very good relationship back then, but for some unknown reason, the relationship between the couple gradually became cold.
When Lin Yao was about ten years old, her grandmother passed away and her mother came home less and less.
Their communication was limited to a weekly phone call and a monthly allowance from her mother.
When Lin Yao went to Kyoto to attend university, the intervals between phone calls became one month, six months, and even a year...
The only thing that remains unchanged is that her mother insists on giving Lin Yao pocket money every month. As prices rise, the amount of pocket money also increases.
In the past, people used bank cards to transfer money, but later, with the popularity of WeChat, they started using WeChat to transfer money.
Lin Yao opened WeChat and saw the contact named "Mom" in the third column of the contact list.
The second column on the list is "Dad". Lin Yao has pinned her parents' WeChat accounts to the top.
At this time, she entered the chat history with her mother, which contained rows of transfer and refund records.
Every month, her mother would transfer a sum of living expenses to her via WeChat, but Lin Yao never accepted it, and the money would be automatically refunded the next day.
However, her mother would transfer money to her on time the next month, but she still refused to accept it, and the money was automatically refunded the next day.
This kind of scene happens regularly at the end or beginning of every month.
This seemed to be the only way for mother and daughter to communicate.
Lin Yao sometimes wondered if the person on the other end of WeChat was a programmed machine that would automatically transfer money at a fixed time, and her mother might have forgotten her long ago.
bite.
Suddenly, a new message appeared in the WeChat dialog box.
Her mother transferred money to her again.
Lin Yao then remembered that today was October 31st, the day for transfers and automatic refunds at the end of each month.
This time, Lin Yao still didn't take the money, but sent a message to her mother:
"Mom, I have enough money to spend. You don't need to give me money."
After sending the message, Lin Yao stared at the phone screen closely, her eyes full of anticipation.
bite.
Finally, her mother replied:
"good."
Just one word.
Lin Yao bit her lip and typed again:
"Mom, I want to call you and tell you something."
This time, her mother did not reply. Lin Yao held the phone tightly in both hands, and the light blue veins could be vaguely seen on the back of her slender hands.
Five minutes later, Lin Yao's cell phone rang, and her beautiful eyes suddenly widened, filled with surprise and nervousness.
It’s mom calling!
After hesitating for a moment, Lin Yao gently pressed the answer button, and then held the phone tightly against the side of her face.
"mom……"
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