Chapter 1211 Romantic and Cruel Time
A rare weekend.
Qiuqiu doesn't have to work overtime, Mo Si doesn't have to go to work, and Wang Bibi stays at school and doesn't come back.
When Mo Si opened his eyes, he found that the room was still dark. Needless to say, it must be the curtains. He raised his hand and saw that it was already eight forty.
He seldom gets up at this time.
The action of checking the time pulled the quilt, and Qiuqiu beside him also opened his eyes.
Her voice was still thick with sleepiness, and she yawned softly, "What time is it?"
"It's almost nine o'clock."
"It's so late!?"
"Um."
Just as Mo Si finished his response, he felt a light kick on his thigh. "It's all your fault. You have no self-control!"
"No way."
Mo Si also raised his legs and pressed down on Mo Si, "Yesterday, it should be Qiu Qiu's compensation to me."
"We've released pigeons for so many days before. Even if we only compensate for 1/10 of the time, yesterday wouldn't be enough."
"I've been restrained enough."
He was still dissatisfied.
Qiuqiu was too tired to discuss this with him any further. "Okay, stop..."
"We're already so old, let's not argue about this!" Qiuqiu said, her face gradually getting hotter. "Let's not talk about this so early in the morning, let's talk about something else."
"Or get up now and have breakfast?"
"Let's talk about something else." Mo Si made a choice immediately. "There's food in the incubator. I can have breakfast as soon as I get up. I don't have to cook. It's very convenient." It also saves time.
"Well, let's chat then?" Qiuqiu gathered the quilt. "What should we talk about?"
Mo Si immediately chose the topic that most interested him at the moment, "Let's talk about the wedding of Mr. Jiang and your good friend Meilin."
“…”
Qiuqiu slowly poked her head out.
Mo Si also sat up. It was winter now, but the thermostat in the room was on, so even if he lifted the quilt and was not wearing any clothes, he did not feel cold.
"I remember your friend and Mr. Jiang, they should have met after us?"
"Yeah." Qiuqiu said, "I don't know much about this kind of thing, but it should be about the same."
"How old is Researcher Jiang?"
"He's someone else's boyfriend, I don't know."
"It's okay, let me see the Star Network."
Mo Si immediately logged into his own Star Network. Jiang Xue had become famous recently, and there was a lot of information about him on the Star Network search.
"Born in 5325, approximately 35 years old this year."
"I'm so young," he said with emotion. "In the blink of an eye, I'm already 48. Before this year is over, I'll be 49. In another year, I'll be 50."
"The journey of life is about to be completed one quarter."
Every word he said was a hint.
"What do you want to say?"
"Just tell me, when did you start beating around the bush?"
Mo Si stared at her for a long time. "Okay, I just want to ask Mr. Jiang, can I fulfill my wish of becoming a groom before I turn 50?"
marry.
This topic was officially brought up when both of them were sober.
At first, Mo Si and Qiu Qiu had just been dating for a few days when Mo Si hesitantly told Qiu Qiu that he hoped she would marry him.
Of course, it was a joke at the time, but later the two of them lived happily together, lived together, depended on each other, loved each other, and were each other's closest partners.
In the past few years, both of them have been busy with their respective careers, and they have been apart more often than together. Their occasional reunions are always filled with fatigue from dealing with their careers.
While they were in love at that stage, Mo Si never mentioned marriage again.
Because it wasn't the best time.
But now it's time. A project has passed, Qiuqiu is on vacation, and Mo Si has just finished a big case. Both of them have time.
It's time to take the relationship to the next level.
"Why aren't you talking?" Mo Si paused. "Am I being too abrupt? Shouldn't I be saying this at this time?"
"No..." Qiuqiu crawled out from under the quilt and sat up, "I was just thinking."
"Thinking about what?"
Qiuqiu didn't know how to express this feeling, "I know I love you very much."
Well, the first sentence made Mo Si, who was feeling a little up and down, feel at ease.
Not only did he feel relieved, but a certain panda's eyes became rounder and brighter. He hummed, "I love you too."
"But I don't think I'm ready to get married yet..." No, "I think I'm ready now, because if I think about marrying you, I'm not opposed to it at all."
These words were a bit contradictory, and Qiuqiu scratched his head.
Seeing that she was in a bit of trouble, Mo Si felt distressed.
"Okay, if you can't figure it out, forget it. It's already nine o'clock. If the two of us don't get up, I'm afraid we'll have to eat lunch together."
Mo Si happily lifted the covers, interrupting the morning chat.
Qiuqiu shrank back and put on her clothes.
A few minutes later, the two of them were standing together in the bathroom.
The bathroom in the courtyard was quite large, but every time Mo Si washed up, he liked to sit next to Qiu Qiu, and the distance between the two of them would be very close.
Within reach, we can make bubbles together.
After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I feel much more energetic.
When they were about to leave the bedroom, Qiuqiu grabbed Mo Si's hand.
The latter glanced at her and asked, "What's wrong?"
She clenched her hands a little tighter, "I'm sorry." She seemed a little unprepared.
There were no words or sounds. She wanted to raise her head to see if the red panda was angry, but a pair of warm hands quickly fell on her head.
He ruffled her hair and said, "You actually apologized to me for something like this."
"Don't be sorry."
"You're still young, so it's normal for you to take some time to adapt." Mo Si tightened his grip on her hand, a slight pressure that seemed to give her strength. "Actually, I can get married at 60, as long as it's you in the end."
"No."
There was no way she could drag it out for ten years.
After breakfast, it was almost ten o'clock, so the two decided to go out for a walk, come back at 11 o'clock to watch the movie, and have lunch after the movie, so that there would be enough time between the two meals.
Such quiet time together is very rare.
Needless to say, after lunch, Qiuqiu and Mo Si also went to visit Mrs. Al.
I don’t know why, but after a certain age, people seem to age abnormally quickly.
Mrs. Al used to be a vigorous old woman, but over the years, her hair has turned white faster and faster and the wrinkles on her face have become deeper and deeper.
My energy level also gradually decreased.
Qiuqiu examined Mrs. El many times for this matter, used her healing mental power, and also asked Mrs. El to go to the hospital for a high-tech examination.
But there was nothing unusual.
All the test data showed that her 'strength' had simply faded.
It's natural aging.
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"Oh, you're here?" Mrs. Al sat up from the recliner.
"Hey! No need to get up!" Qiuqiu immediately trotted over and held Mrs. Al down. "We're not guests. Why do you need to get up to greet us? That's too polite."
Mrs. Al smiled and said, "Your faces look crooked when you lie down. You can see them more clearly when you stand up."
"Are you on vacation? Are you free?"
"Yeah." Qiuqiu nodded with a smile, "I've finished the things I was doing."
"That Ki planet is well made. I, an old lady, want to go and see it." Mrs. Al stroked the back of Qiuqiu's hand.
It seems that the elderly like to do this exercise very much.
Qiuqiu held the old lady's hand. "What do you like? Which route do you like? I'll take you there for free."
"Even if you take me with you, I won't go. It's rare for you and Xiao Si to be together, and I, an old woman, won't want to be a third wheel~" The old lady's tone was full of disgust, but there was a very happy smile on her face.
"By the way, don't stand there, sit down and talk."
But there are no stools here, "I'll go get two stools."
"No need." Mo Si walked forward and glanced at the sky. "The temperature is getting lower and lower. It will be evening soon. Let's go in and talk, Mrs. Al."
After a lot of trouble, I finally entered the warm room.
Mrs. El rubbed her hands, and Mo Si went to pour hot tea as if he was familiar with it.
The aroma of tea wafted in the air. In such an environment, Mrs. El looked at Mo Si and Qiu Qiu who were sitting together, intimate and at ease, and suddenly remembered some things from the past.
She suddenly put down the tea bowl and pointed to the small room at the end of the corridor, asking Qiuqiu and Mo Si, "Do you remember that place?"
It has been five or six years, and because it has not been renovated, it still looks the same as before, except that the paint on the corridor has faded slightly.
This room records the period when two people were young and secretly in love.
At that time, Qiuqiu's common name was still Jiang Jiujiu, and Mo Si's common name was still Black Hole.
"Xiao Si, do you remember that time when you came to ask me to say that your name was Black Hole?"
"Ink Black Hole." Mrs. Al smiled. "At that time, I was thinking, you young people really know how to have fun."
Change your appearance and do it secretly.
Qiuqiu obviously also remembered something from Mrs. El's words, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh a few times.
Mo Si: ...
Although his behavior has become more and more childish in recent years, Mo Si has become more inner-sense as he has been trained in officialdom, handled various matters, and been trained as the next pillar of the Mohist School.
And he is still very steady in front of outsiders.
Now, it was very embarrassing to mention the things that happened naturally and with full of "legitimate" reasons in the past. It was so embarrassing that Mo Si felt like he was being publicly executed.
…
Damn it, why did he call himself Black Hole at that time?
It’s okay to pretend that your name is Si Mo.
Mr. Mo's interesting story brought a moment of joy to everyone.
As we talked, time passed quickly. The winter daylight quickly set in the west, and the room fell into darkness. The lights were turned on.
It's time for dinner.
The two men invited Mrs. Al to have dinner at the courtyard.
Although the two of them would invite each other every time, Mrs. Al would usually refuse with reasons such as it was inconvenient and that her grandmother didn't want to be a third wheel.
But today, the gray-haired, somewhat tired old man thought about it and nodded, "Okay."
"It's too cold today. I don't want to drink the nutrient solution, nor do I want to order food or wait. I'll just go to your place and bother you for a meal."
Qiuqiu showed a look of surprise on her face.
Seeing this, Mrs. El pretended to be questioning. "Why? Are you just being polite? Don't you want me to go?"
"No." Qiuqiu immediately shook her head to make her position clear, but said, "Grandma, do you have something to tell us?"
The old man sighed, took off his glasses and wiped them, "You are such a sensitive girl."
"There is something. I'll tell you after we have dinner at your house."
She admitted it.
For some reason, Qiuqiu and Mo Si looked at each other, their hearts sinking slightly.
While it was not too late, they took the old lady to the courtyard. There were a lot of ingredients stored in the refrigerator. Qiuqiu and Mo Si were both good cooks now, and they made a very sumptuous dinner without much effort.
There are also a few stir-fried dishes that Mrs. Al likes to eat.
"Get some wine. Qiuqiu, do you have any wine here?"
"liquor?"
"Grandma, please don't—"
"Can't old people drink alcohol? Have a drink."
Well, the arm cannot twist the thigh, but what Qiuqiu brought over was just a low-quality fruit wine.
But even so, Mrs. Al enjoyed it very much.
As they drank and ate, their eating speed slowed down. Mrs. Al was very serious. She, Qiuqiu and Mo Si finished all the dishes on the table.
After a good meal and a good drink, the lights are bright.
The robot took away the remaining plates. In the dim atmosphere, Mrs. Al said goodbye to Mo Si and Qiu Qiu.
“???”
“Where are you going!?”
"I just want to go home." Mrs. Al's eyes were very gentle, perhaps because she was thinking of her own home.
"But your previous home with General Lin is very far from here..." Because it was a very early house and the conditions were not very good, Mo Si was worried about Mrs. El living there in her current condition!
"It's okay, I've thought it through." Mrs. Al was also prepared. "Look, aren't these robots here very convenient? I bought a robot like this, and it will be convenient for me to go back."
"You don't need to persuade me anymore. I'm old enough and I know what's going on."
"Grandma, are you—"
"Oh, yes." Mrs. El smiled at Qiuqiu, "People really know their own bodies best."
"I don't know why, but I feel overwhelmed. For many years after Lao Lin left, I wandered the starry sky here, only occasionally finding time to go back and accompany him. Because I still have old friends here to take care of."
"But now, I'm not a good manager. I can't look after my old friend. It's boring to stay here all the time. I think I should go back and accompany him. Otherwise, he's so stingy and he'll be angry later."
Mrs. Al had made up her mind. Qiuqiu and Mo Si saw that they could not persuade her, so they stopped trying and said, "Having a robot housekeeper alone is not enough. Bring someone else to live with you."
"Minister Yu's daughter wants to find a great teacher to improve her knowledge of mental healing. She asked me to find a teacher for her. You can't refuse."
Wow.
"Okay, okay, I know what you're thinking. I won't refuse this."
It snowed again at night, a light snow.
Qiuqiu and Mo Si sent Mrs. Ai'er back.
On a snowy night, when the two returned hand in hand, Mrs. Al stood at the door, glanced at the young couple snuggling together, and smiled.
Lao Lin is not that tall.
(End of this chapter)
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