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Mo Nan's last memory stays in the cherry blossoms dancing brilliantly.

Afterwards, he didn't hear what Yun Shuangyue said, but only remembered that in a haze, something that didn't belong to his body came out, and along with it was all his strength. Before he fell down, he seemed to have seen something A familiar face.

Before he could tell who it was, his consciousness was blurred.

Before falling into a deep sleep, the nostrils were still filled with the fragrance of cherry blossoms, as well as the special breath of that person, which smelled reassuring.

……

In a daze, Mo Nan recalled something he had forgotten for a long time.

That was when I was still young, about ten years now, and it was the age when I was the most mischievous. At that time, Mo Nan loved to cause trouble every day. To use the words of the elders to describe it: I don’t have to go to the house for three days.

Mo Nan like this, when he was passing by a certain mansion in March in Yangchun, he happened to see some pinkish red on the wall.

Looking carefully, it was the branches of the tree planted on the other side of the wall. As the tree grew taller, those higher than the wall grew outside without any scruples.

Mo Nan had never seen a flower of such color.In fact, there are very few flowers in Mo's mansion, because his mother Qiu Zhengshu will sneeze, sneeze and even runny as soon as she comes into contact with these flowers in spring, so Mo Nan also feels curious as he rarely sees these flowers and plants. It is also natural.

He stared at the light red color on the high place, and the combination of curiosity and longing in his heart prompted him to have an urge to climb over the wall and take a look.

Then Mo Nan did it, but the wall was neither high nor low, and it was just as tall as two of him, so it was impossible to climb over it with bare hands.

But who is Mo Nan, the number one troublemaker of the Mo family known to everyone, as long as he wants to do, what crooked ideas can't come up with?Even if he finds a way to push the wall down, he will go in.

Soon, he found that there was a big stone on the other side of the wall that could be used as a foothold, but it was not enough for him to climb up the wall by stepping on it. Fortunately, he found another stool that was discarded by others. It was wobbly to go up, but Mo Nan acted quickly after reaching the height.

He placed the stool on the stone, stepped on it carefully, his hand just touched the top of the wall, he propped it up there, and then turned over with his feet.

What caught my eye was a scene of cherry blossoms. Several trees were planted in the courtyard, and the clusters of pink were very pleasing to the eye.There was also its floral fragrance, and Mo Nan was stunned for a moment, not paying attention to the position of the foot that had just stepped up, but accidentally slipped on the foot, and fell down due to an unstable center of gravity.

"Ouch!—" he screamed.

Below is relatively soft soil, but even so, it still hurts to fall.

He rolled painfully on the ground a few times before recovering, rubbing the part where he was thrown and sitting on the ground.Just as he was complaining, a figure appeared in front of him.

Mo Nan raised his eyes, and saw a young man about his age standing in front of him, with long, smooth, black hair tied behind his head, and a pair of iconic Danfeng eyes with dark pupils. People's childishness, but already revealed the stability of adults.Mo Nan couldn't help but sigh how good-looking this man is.

The boy was looking at Mo Nan with his deep eyes, as if he was a little puzzled by his sudden appearance.Seeing his probing gaze, Mo Nan had an idea in his mind to tease him.

"Hey, this handsome young man is really lucky!" He showed an evil smile, "This is the tree that was cultivated from this flowering tree—Jing, just cultivated into a human form today, since you saw me, I will... Hey, don't go!!"

Seeing that the young man turned around without saying a word and was about to leave, he quickly stopped him and softened his tone: "I, I'm just curious about the tree planted in your mansion! I accidentally fell down... help me, my lord, can I get up?" coming……"

Hearing the words, the boy looked back at him again, frowned his pretty brows, and then came back and pulled Mo Nan up from the ground.

"Hee hee, thank you son for saving me, Xiaosheng is very grateful."

It is easy for children to develop curiosity and affection for certain things. For example, Mo Nan thinks that the boy in front of him looks very funny, and he likes it very much.

"Do you live here?" Mo Nan asked.

The young man nodded, he didn't want to talk to him, and wanted to walk away, but Mo Nan grabbed him by the corner of his clothes, and his face showed a little displeasure.

"What kind of tree is this?" Mo Nan continued to ask.

"Sakura." The clear and crisp voice of a teenager.

"Oh—that's great, my family doesn't grow these...then you came here to enjoy the flowers?"

"No, I was writing in the study."

Mo Nan looked towards the room next to the courtyard, the door was slightly open, and the Four Treasures of the Study on the table could be vaguely seen. He thought that the young man must have come out to take a look when he saw him fall down in the middle of writing.

"Then you write here because you like cherry blossoms?" Mo Nan asked curiously.

"I don't like it." There was already some impatience in the boy's words.

"Why why? It's so beautiful."

"There are bugs on it."

"Aren't bugs cute?"

The young man couldn't bear it anymore, he didn't want to answer Mo Nan's boring questions anymore, he pulled back a corner of his clothes from Mo Nan's hand, and went back to the room without looking back, and closed the door by the way.

"..." Mo Nan, who was disgusted, looked at the closed door in place, curled his lips, thinking that he was so good-looking but so cold-tempered, what a waste of that face.

Mo Nan was not lost for long, he quickly turned his attention to those cherry blossom trees, looked up at the flowers on those branches, and studied their shapes, as if just looking at them was not satisfying, he jumped to the trunk of the tree, Start to climb up a little bit.

The tree was not very high, Mo Nan quickly climbed up, he lightly touched a branch at a certain point, looked at the small branches, picked one with more flowers on it, and folded it off , looked at it with satisfaction, and climbed down from the tree the same way.

Holding the branch with flowers in his hand, he walked towards the boy's house in three steps at a time. When he reached the door, he tried to push the door, but found that the door was locked from the inside. He didn't give up. Changed the direction and walked to the window, and pushed the window.

The boy in the room was concentrating on writing something with a brush, when he heard the movement, he looked over the window and saw Mo Nan with a hippie smile appearing on the other side of the window.

He frowned again, then ignored Mo Nan and continued to write with his head down.

Mo Nan saw that he was ignoring him, so he simply called out to him: "Hey! Young Master, come quickly!~"

The young man acted like he didn't hear it, but Mo Nanyue shouted louder and even waved at him, almost jumping in like this.

He frowned and sighed, put down the pen in his hand, and walked towards the window.He looked at Mo Nan with a mysterious face, and the unhappiness in his heart amplified a bit, and he said, "What's the matter?"

"Show you this!" Mo Nan put the branch in his hand.

The young man looked at his hand suspiciously. It was just a branch with nothing special about it. If he had to insist, it was just that there were a little too many cherry blossoms on it.He searched for a long time to no avail, and just about to return it, he saw a cluster of cherry blossoms on the branch trembling slightly, and then a yellow-white wriggling worm crawled out of it.

"!!!" The young man flung the branch violently as if in shock, and the poor bug on the branch was thrown into the air with his movement, and fell on Mo Nan's forehead with a slap of broken hair. above.

The terrified young man gasped for breath, staring at Mo Nan's hair with horrified eyes.

Mo Nan took off the bug from his head indifferently, put it on the palm of his hand and looked at it for a while, and then stretched out his hand in front of the young man. The young man subconsciously took a few steps back and bumped into the furnishings in the house. He had no time to care about these, he just stared at Mo Nan and the bug in his hand in panic, wary of his next move.

"Why do you react so strongly?" Mo Nan tilted his head in confusion, "Actually, it's very interesting to see it up close! Take a closer look, how about it, do you like it?"

Speaking of which, Mo Nan wanted to stretch out his hand again. Seeing him approaching again, the expression on the young man's face was almost distorted. In order to prevent him from coming, he nodded hurriedly.

"Right, right, you know they're cute too!" Seeing him nodding, Mo Nan smiled and took his hand back, but the boy let out a long breath the moment he withdrew his hand.

"Okay, go do your work first!" Mo Nan said cheerfully, "I'll go and find out if there are any branches like this!"

Hearing the previous sentence, the young man was about to relax, when the second half of the sentence caught his ears suddenly, his whole body froze. Before he had time to stop him, Mo Nan jumped into the yard on his own.

Afterwards, Mo Nan really found a lot of cherry blossoms with worms on them for the young man to see. He returned them to him and asked him if he liked them. Seeing the young man nodding his head continuously, Mo Nan was very happy in his heart.

After about an hour or two, as the sky was getting darker, Mo Nan finally realized that he should go home.

"My parents will scold me if I don't go home again," he took the boy's hand and said goodbye, "I had a great time today!! I'll go back first! I'll come to play with you when I have time!"

Mo Nan quickly climbed up a certain cherry blossom tree, jumped to the top of the wall, and rolled over, as agile as a monkey.After he got down, he looked back at the wall, smiled cheerfully, and thought that he would definitely come back another day.

From then on, Mo Nan went to the wall when he really had time, turned in with ease, and asked the boy to play with him.In his eyes, although the young man looked cold at first, he was very well-behaved after getting along with him, and he would do whatever he asked him to do. He was even more obedient and sensible than his younger brother at home.

What happened afterwards?

Later, spring passed, and after the cherry blossoms withered, Mo Nan seldom went there.Occasionally, when passing by, I would climb up the wall and prop it on the top to see if the boy was there.Sometimes there is no one in the courtyard, and sometimes you can see the young man sitting at the desk, concentrating on writing, and looking at his side face from a distance, it is still pretty.

Winter goes to spring, and next spring comes, and the cherry blossoms in the courtyard bloom again.

The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, just like last year.But when Mo Nan went to look for the boy again, he couldn't find him no matter what.Sitting on the cherry tree with his legs dangling, looking at the empty study room, he actually began to miss him a little.

Of course, the child's heart is simple and easy to forget. After the young man disappeared from Mo Nan's sight for a long time, he gradually forgot about him, and those small episodes in the days when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom also disappeared in the future. Day after day, the houses on the ground are exposed to the tiles.

This memory has not been completely forgotten, but it has been dusty for a long time, so that Mo Nan will suddenly recall it one day.Like now.

So where did that boy go?If he came back now, would he still recognize him?

He was so handsome when he was young, so he must be handsome when he grows up.

Mo Nan's thoughts were wandering, his mind was not clear, and he just thought about some questions about that boy.

I wish I could still see him.

he thinks.