conspirator's love

Fang Yan buried his head in the closet and searched for a long time, only to find a few T-shirts and jeans bought in college. He hasn't been back to his parents' house for a long time, so he didn't put any clothes here.

She scratched her head, but had no choice but to find a white T-shirt and put on a pair of suspenders with fleece on the knees.This dress used to be her favorite, she didn't want to throw it away, and occasionally wore it as home clothes at home.

Dialect nervously grabbed the burrs of the hole on his knees. He hadn't seen her for more than a week. Only now did he realize that he missed her so much, the smell of her body, her embrace, and her... .

Tian Qi's clothes were all dry, folded and put on the bed.

Fang Yan took out a backpack from the cabinet, put Tian Qi's clothes in it, walked to the living room, Fang Yan's father called her: "Come over for breakfast."

"Don't eat!"

"Why are you going?" Fang Yan's mother was sitting at the table drinking porridge, seeing her standing at the door putting on her shoes, she hurriedly asked.

"Go to work, otherwise. I don't want to eat, I'm in a hurry." Fang Yan waved his hand and went out.

In fact, she was not in a hurry, she had already agreed with her boss that she would go to work in the afternoon.But she doesn't want to listen to her parents brainwashing, especially her mother, who said bad things about Mo Jiaxin last night, she went to bed, and her mother was still sitting by the bed and thinking about it until she was less than ten years old. She fell asleep at [-]:[-] a.m., so her mother could not stop her from shaking her up and continued. She kept on sleeping all night. Fortunately, she was quick-witted and yelled that she had a headache, and moved the doctor out, saying that a bad rest would cause sequelae. Spare her life.

She instantly thought of a title that could be called a hormonal disaster: puberty meets menopause.

Her mother suspected that she was so rebellious because she had gone through puberty, and she had no doubt that her mother was so annoying because she was in menopause.The two are currently at odds, so it's better to have less contact.

Fleeing from the scene of the disaster, Fang Yan walked along the boulevard to the hospital with a backpack on his back.

The warm sun shone on her body, and the soft wind rolled the tender green leaves, making a pleasant sound. The clearness of the early summer made people feel at ease.

The little girl with a red checkered schoolbag is holding her grandma's hand, her two braids stick to her ears, and when she walks past Fang Yan, the fluffy ends of her hair brush the back of Fang Yan's hands.

Dialect looked down at the small head with three colored clips and stubborn braids, and remembered Mo Jiaxin's face.

I can't help but wonder what Mo Jiaxin would have been like when she was a child.Is she as precocious and rebellious as she was in adolescence, or was she once naive and naughty.

Dialect pretended to be thinking wildly, and walked towards the hospital along the diamond-shaped tiles.

The hospital's luxurious building complex has just been repaired in the past two years, and the old outpatient building is still preserved in the backyard as a historical relic.The red brick walls and creepers all over the place reveal a sense of vicissitudes of history. Now this old building is requisitioned by the psychiatry department of the hospital, which adds a mysterious and melancholic temperament to it.

Dialect looked down at his watch, it was still early, he walked around twice, but it took 10 minutes, why not have breakfast.

Fang Yan then walked towards the hospital entrance, when two familiar figures suddenly came into her sight, Fang Yan was only stunned for a moment, then dodged and hid behind the flower bed next to her.

Mo Jiaxin clings to Tian Jun's arm, reminding her of the words "niaoyiren", while Tian Jun is wearing a white POLO shirt and carrying a bag of breakfast, whispering in Mo Jiaxin's ear, Mo Jiaxin The corners of her mouth were bent, which reminded her of the words "talent and beauty".Someone came across pushing a wheelchair, Tian Jun put his arms around Mo Jiaxin's shoulders, and carefully avoided it, which made Fang Yan think of being considerate.

Although I have always known that he is considerate, but imagining it and seeing it with my own eyes are definitely two different feelings.

"Girl, isn't this flower very fragrant?"

Fang Yan came back to her senses, "What?" She saw an old woman in a striped hospital gown standing beside her.

Grandma's eyes drifted to the roses in the flower bed, and Fang Yan noticed that he had plunged his head into a large cluster of roses and was looking out through the blooming roses with dew.

"It should be fragrant, I don't know." Dialect replied casually, thinking that I was about to catch up with the idiom dictionary, how could I be in the mood to pay attention to the fragrance of birds and flowers? .

The old grandma showed a pretty little girl, but a bit silly expression.

When Fang Yan raised her head and looked over the flower clusters, the two of them had long since disappeared. For some reason, she remembered the words "adulter □□", which was completely illogical.

Dialect attributed the low mood and illogical narrow-mindedness to hypoglycemia, ran to the nearest breakfast stand, and ordered fried dough sticks, tofu nao, sesame balls, and curry puffs.

There are sesame balls and curry puffs at the breakfast stall. Is this scientific?Fang Yan took a bite of the crispy curry samosa, and the thick potato curry filling was so full that it was about to flow out. Fang Yan quickly took another bite, it was so delicious, I wonder if Mo Jiaxin has eaten it.As soon as she thought of this, she wished she could slap herself. Of course, she had eaten it. With such a considerate person taking care of her, why worry about it?

Fang Yan took another big bite angrily, "Hot, hot" Fang Yan exhaled and called out.

His stomach bulged even after eating, but the dialect's mood was still low.

She moved to the appointed cafe and picked a seat by the window. She suddenly remembered that the first time she met Mo Jiaxin was also in the cafe. It was a weekend. Although she was in a bad mood that day, she was not depressed. Fighting and eager to break arms with her husband's lover.

There was plenty of sunlight by the window, and after a while in the sun, Dialect felt a little sleepy, and she leaned her face against the glass in a daze.

Someone came, the automatic doorbell on the door dinged, Fang Yan turned around lazily, and saw Mo Jiaxin and Tian Jun walking in, Mo Jiaxin didn't seem to see her, but walked to the opposite window, opened Chairs sit in the corner.

Tian Jun lowered his head and said something to her again, as if to say that he was leaving first, then he turned and prepared to leave.

When he came to the door, he saw Fang Yan, and he waved his hand generously to her, then pointed in Mo Jiaxin's direction, then opened the door with a ding and walked out.

The anger in the dialect was raised, what do you mean, the people who entered and exited at the same time, are still so graceful, is this to show the demeanor of the main room?Today's mistresses are really scary, especially male mistresses.

Fang Yan bit his lip and walked towards Mo Jiaxin, pulled away the chair opposite her and sat down, "It's only two steps away, do you still want Tian Jun to accompany you?"

Mo Jiaxin wore a pair of big sunglasses today, and wore a black shirt dress. Her simple attire had the aura of a big star. What made her look like a big star was that she didn't mean to take off her sunglasses indoors.

"Yes, last time there was a commotion here, I was afraid that I would be blacklisted in the cafe, so I asked him to come and hold the line."

"What a mess? Was it the time I met my mother?" Fang Yan suddenly understood.

Mo Jiaxin nodded, "There is only one cafe nearby, so I can only make an appointment here."

"My mother came to you without telling me, I'm sorry," the dialect's momentum weakened instantly when it was mentioned, "Did you make a lot of trouble that day?"

"Didn't Auntie tell you that I beat her?" Mo Jiaxin responded lightly.

Dialect was taken aback, she didn't like Mo Jiaxin's eccentric look, "Then do you have any?"

"She was so excited, she yelled in the cafe and didn't listen to anything, so I had to overturn the table to get her attention." Mo Jiaxin smiled lightly again, "Let's hit her. No on purpose."

Dialect felt that the person in front of him was so strange, and after not seeing him for more than a week, did he become a different person?What's with this indifferent tone?

Mo Jiaxin waved at the front desk, and the waiter came over with the drink list.

"A cup of latte." Mo Jiaxin said.

The waiter looked Mo Jiaxin up and down, opened his mouth to say something, gave up again, and turned to look at Dialect.

"I'll have an iced mocha with more cream."

"Don't lose weight? Didn't you stop drinking sweet coffee before?" Mo Jiaxin leaned on the sofa, stretching her limbs.

"Drink something sweet to cure anxiety." Dialect squeezed his arm.

"It's not because of me, is it? I didn't do anything to make you anxious, right?" Mo Jiaxin raised her legs, her bare legs under the dress were slender and beautiful, and her nude high-heeled shoes hung loosely on her feet. A sense of distance.

"Mo Jiaxin," dialect said these three words with difficulty, "I already know, you don't have to be so cold and push me away."

"what?"

"Your mother's death, the origin of the 2000 million insurance money, your father's extramarital affair, and even the accident on the mountain." Dialect said all these in one breath, afraid of being relieved, he didn't have the courage to mention it.

Mo Jiaxin sat up straight suddenly, leaned her face forward, and put it next to Fang Yan's ear, "What do you know? The anecdote I heard from Tian Qi again?"

"I accidentally met the police officer who handled your mother's case back then. He told me. Including his suspicion that your father had something to do with your mother's death." Dialect explained.

"That's right, Tian Qi doesn't know this at all." Mo Jiaxin sat up straight, "You check me?"

"I really found out by accident."

"Then what else do you know?" Mo Jiaxin asked.

"I know that your father encountered an accident with you on the mountain..." Fang Yan hesitated to continue.

"You know so much, do you have a lot of questions you want to ask me?" Mo Jiaxin sank back into the sofa again.

Fang Yan gritted his teeth, summoned up his courage and asked, "I want to know how your father died? Does his death have anything to do with you?"

Mo Jiaxin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing, and laughed for a long time before stopping.

"Dialect, if I really did it, do you think I will tell you?"

There was a gust of wind and another gust of rain, and Fang Yan only felt that she was dizzy. At one moment, she felt that she had told a funny joke, and at another moment, she felt that Mo Jiaxin's words were as cold as a knife.

"If you say no, I will believe it." Dialect still gritted his teeth and spit out each word.

Mo Jiaxin remained silent, half of her face was blocked by the pair of big sunglasses, so she couldn't see her expression clearly.