I like you, my nature is hard to change

145 chapter

"I've already solved the problem. It's up to you to find people out." Mo Zishu said concisely, and then quit the voice call within a few seconds.

"Hey, I haven't reacted yet." Orange stared blankly at the call page, watching the gray profile picture just disappear in front of her eyes.

"Wait, S is leaving just like that, don't you want to talk more?" Pi Tiao'er said with disappointment in his tone.

"Have we not given the assessment questions yet?" At this moment, Bai Ying, who had fallen silent, said something, which was a little... ear-piercing in the quiet atmosphere.

"Yes, I think we should ask S for advice." Qi Yao answered immediately, with a cold tone.

"That's right, I should ask S for advice, otherwise the assessment will start soon." Orange's tone suddenly became serious, as if they had no intention of plotting anything wrong now.

"That's right, I forced S to come in." Pi Tiao'er responded, exited the call page and found S's contact information, ready to pull someone in.

"Wait, is this really alright?" Hui'an said with some concern, because he knew that S never liked people who were good at making claims and making the cut first.

And when Hui'an said this, everyone immediately turned into a video call, and all four of them stared at Hui'an with the same eyes, signaling that he could shut up.

Hui'an was taken aback by this sudden operation, but fortunately he was relatively calm and didn't jump up, although no one noticed that his butt was off the bench now, probably by a few centimeters.

"Okay, Hui'an, you do this matter, you and S have the best relationship." Bai Ying gave the death order to Hui'an, and said with a deadpan face.

Hui An suddenly felt that he was so pitiful, and when he looked at the eyes of other people, no one felt pity for him, and their eyes were even gloating.

"Hey, I call you the cheapest, it's like this every time." Hui An scolded himself in the bottom of his heart, and finally resigned to his fate and contacted S.

After Mo Zishu quit the voice call, she looked at the page that she had repaired and thought about it. Finally, she thought about it and posted a message on the homepage of the base camp website. It is an entry-level assessment. Only those who pass the entry-level assessment can be considered as passing the DBY screening, and finally participate in the formal assessment of DBY.

Publisher: S.
After Mo Zishu posted it, she quit the DBY page.

But I don't know how much trouble S, who hasn't officially appeared on DBY for nearly a year, has caused a storm on the DBY website.

"I don't think it's necessary to tell you, it's fine." He Jia stood on the balcony and shouted hysterically, with a faint cry and very detectable anger.

"He Jia, do you really think of us as your parents?" A majestic and angry male voice came from the mobile phone with the loudspeaker turned on.

"I don't have parents like yours. I'm already eighteen. You just remembered that you still have a daughter. You're pretending to be there. Go with your short-lived son." He Jia listened to what his father said. The anger intensified, and the knuckles holding the phone gradually tightened and turned white, as if there was a rhythm to crush the phone.

"He Jia, don't go too far, he is your younger brother." The man seemed to be unable to speak smoothly by He Jia's words, and kept panting heavily.

"My brother? Hehe, yes, from childhood to adulthood, everything is my brother's priority, and the rest is mine. When I cried at the same time as him, you will always comfort him first, no matter whether I did something wrong or not. I will always be blamed. What I hate the most in my life is when you say he is your younger brother and you want to let him go. You ask yourself if you have ever had a bowl of water and have you ever thought about my feelings? After so many years We haven't seen each other for ten years, I thought you had forgotten me and abandoned me, and now you are taking care of me, what right do you have to take care of me, even if I am an orphan, I don't want you to be my parents. "He Jia yelled into the phone, tears rolled down unconsciously, she wanted to yell out all the hatred and complaints she had kept in her heart for so many years, because she knew that only by doing so would she feel better Only in this way can her heart full of trauma be compensated a little bit.

Maybe it was because He Jia had never done this to them before, suddenly there was no sound on the other end of the phone, and there was silence, only the sound of heavy breathing made people feel uncomfortable and tormented.

"I know these words, and I still have a lot of dissatisfaction with you. This is the first time I have said it to you, but I just want you to know that I have been listening to you all the time, just to make you feel that I am also A well-behaved daughter, I want to share a little bit of your love for him from him, and I will be satisfied if it is transferred to me. I don't expect too much. I just hope that you can look at me more and care about me more Two sentences, even if you ask me at the dinner table if I am full, my daughter, I will be happy for a long time, but no, you have never treated me like this, and you are not even willing to look at me twice. I knew that even though I was born before him, I was still a superfluous child." He Jia's tone changed from the anger at the beginning to the calm and even a little indifferent now, and the tear stains on the cheeks were gradually wiped away by the cool wind Go, the light in the red eyes faded a lot.

"Jiajia, we are just..." The man's voice came from the phone with a little anxiety, as if he wanted to explain something, but what He Jia said was true, and all their explanations were true. become extremely pale.

"Let me ask you one last thing. Do you still remember when you called me Nannie when I was?" He Jia smiled sadly at the corner of his mouth.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Mo Zishu looked at He Jia from the window of the balcony, staring at the smile on her mouth, and suddenly remembered the time she went to the snow mountain before, when she climbed to the top of the snow mountain and saw a pure flower. The almost transparent white flowers bloomed slowly in front of her eyes, not beautiful but somewhat unpleasant. Behind her were patches of white snow and hidden turbulent crises. Her existence was so insignificant and insignificant, but she still withstood the pressure Blooming in this world may have experienced too many crises and life and death, and it needs to be reborn once.

He Jia's question made the men and women on the other end of the phone silent. At this time, He Jia silently counted ten in her heart. When she counted to ten seconds, she said to the phone: "Two years old My younger brother was not born that year, and you always called me Nannie, but I don't really blame him."

After saying this, He Jia hung up the phone, put the phone in his pocket and stood on the balcony looking up at the dark sky.

Mo Zishu pushed the wheelchair to the balcony and opened the window with poor sound insulation. Then, she entered the balcony and stayed quietly beside He Jia, looking at the distance and the night with her.

"Sister Mo, let me show you my brother's photo." He Jia said suddenly, took out her phone, clicked on the photo album, and searched for the photos.

"Okay." Mo Zishu nodded.

"No, that's him, a kid with a particularly stinky fart, he's pretty handsome." He Jia took the photo to Mo Zishu as if showing off or disgusting, but with a smile on his face .

"He's quite handsome." Mo Zishu looked at the boy in the photo. The boy was lying on a white hospital bed with a light green oxygen mask on his face, with a lively smile on his face. He compared to the camera. The yes gesture seemed to be in a good mood.

"Of course, it's not that I'm narcissistic. He will follow me. My elder sister is so good-looking, so what's wrong with my younger brother." He Jia said with a proud smile, her red eyes staring playfully at Mo Zishu. blinked.

"What's wrong with him?" Mo Zishu asked casually, looking carefully at the boy in the photo, feeling a little thoughtful.

"Congenital diaphragmatic hernia was first discovered when he was four years old. He had a high fever. After the fever subsided, he kept vomiting. He vomited everything he ate and drank. Later, he developed dyspnea and weakened breathing. When I was sent to the hospital for examination, I was told by the doctor that I had a congenital diaphragmatic hernia." He Jia said with helpless sadness in her tone.

When Mo Zishu heard what He Jia said, she felt Pu in her heart, and nodded in response.

"Actually, my biggest dream right now is to be admitted to the highest medical school in S City, and one day in the future, I can personally treat my younger brother until the day he recovers." the light of hope.

"It's pretty good, but the Marley Medical Research Institute in country M should be more suitable for you. You can think about it. If your brother is not sick, which university do you want to go to?" Mo Zishu said, her body in the wheelchair slightly moved moved.

"Really, I've heard others mention that college, and I don't think I can pass the exam. Well, if my brother is not sick, of course I want to go to S University, because I think it's special to be able to go to the same college as Sister Mo. Happy, hehe!" He Jia's tone was a little excited, and she turned to look at Mo Zishu.

At that moment, Mo Zishu also raised her head to look at He Jia, and there was a faint smile on Shuyan's face.

The warm yellow light on the balcony enveloped the figures of the two of them. He Jia met Mo Zishu's eyes for a moment and felt that she couldn't move her eyes away, because she felt that Sister Mo's eyes So beautiful and so deep.

"Then I hope you can be admitted to S University with me, and your brother's body will recover soon." At that moment, the smile on the corner of Mo Zishu's mouth deepened, and the deep eyebrows and eyes became vivid like curved lines The crescent moon is shining brightly.

He Jia nodded hastily, then shifted his gaze and frantically searched for other items in an attempt to cover up the information revealed in his eyes.