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On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, at first the bright moon was in the sky and the star-studded night sky was covered by thick and dense dark clouds at some point.The world is very big, and the place that people can see is extremely limited, but for individuals, this limited place is their whole world.Therefore, when facing a rainstorm, one can't help feeling that there is nowhere to escape and nowhere to hide.

The storm that came suddenly in the middle of the night during the Mid-Autumn Festival was extremely violent, with strong winds and fierce rainfall.Within half an hour, the traffic in the entire ancient capital was paralyzed. The shopping malls, restaurants, and snack streets that were originally overcrowded were scattered and fled in an instant.

This is the time to best reflect the living environment. The streets of the citizens living in the old city should be flooded at the moment, and the houses are beginning to seep. Various types of electric vehicles behind the house also started a big ensemble!Occasionally mixed with the crying of children, corresponding to the ravages of the storm, forming another human scene of the general public.

The villa Liang Yao lived in had fully demonstrated its advantages at this moment. The house was stable, and the storm could not cause any damage to it.The drainage system is excellent, and there is no water accumulation around the house.The decoration is excellent, and the sound insulation is so good that you can hardly hear any noise from the outside world when you close the windows.Mo's father and son were not affected by the storm in any way. After the banquet, Mo Zhonghua drank alone in the home theater downstairs. Before the movie was over, he was already slightly drunk, and then he staggered and messed with his documents. .

Liang Yao saw that the momentum was not right, Mo Zhonghua overturned the well-organized documents, and began to blame the books on the bookshelf.Liang Yao hurried downstairs to stop Mo Zhonghua's actions.He doesn't know what he did when he was sober now, and he doesn't know how much he will regret it when he wakes up tomorrow. In this case, he must stop his behavior.

Liang Yao rushed in front of Mo Zhonghua, grabbed his flailing hands, and asked repeatedly: "Uncle Mo, what are you looking for? I'll help you find it! I'll help you find it... You sit here first, don't move! Want to find it?" Tell me what, I promise to help you find it!"

"Okay——help me find it, you kid. The young man has good eyesight, unlike me—the old eyes are dizzy, and I can't see anything clearly. I'm old—it's useless." Mo Zhonghua sat down obediently.

"Then what are you looking for?" Liang Yao asked.

"I want to find it?... Oh, I almost forgot, I want to find my old phone book! The old phone didn't have the function of storing numbers, so everyone just wrote down the numbers in a small book. I used to have such a book, no Do you know where I put it? Help me find it—help me find it." Because of the alcohol, Mo Zhonghua's eyes became slack a lot, he lost his usual sharpness and ability, and he looked very old.

This kind of Mo Zhonghua made Liang Yao at a loss, which reminded him of his biological father——Liang Mingshan, the man who always sat in a wheelchair in his memory, and always revealed his helplessness and sadness. The man who made his heart ache.There was a huge difference between Mo Zhonghua and Liang Mingshan, but at this moment, Mo Zhonghua actually caused Liang Yao to feel the same feeling as he did to Liang Mingshan, and he felt pity and heartache.

Liang Mingshan's pity is obvious to all!There is no trace of Mo Zhonghua's pity and secrets.

Liang Yao blinked his tearful eyes, calmed down his overflowing emotions, and told himself in his heart that Uncle Mo was still the powerful and invincible Uncle Mo, how could he be in a similar situation to his father, he must be thinking too much.After sorting out his emotions, Liang Yao continued to ask: "Then do you remember where you put it?"

Mo Zhonghua seemed to be stumped by this question for a while, bowed his head and pondered for a while, and then muttered to himself: "Where did you put it? Don't remember? It's been a long time since I haven't used it, so I don't remember where I put it...".

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember? Don't you usually put things in categories? Which category does it belong to?" Liang Yao asked patiently.

People who are drunk will slow down their thinking.After Mo Zhonghua struggled to think about it again, he pointed to a row of notebooks on the bookshelf and said, "First, check to see if there is a place for me to put my notes. If not - just open the box below and have a look. It should be here. Two places."

Liang Yao immediately looked for it.After carefully checking the notebooks displayed on the bookshelf, he turned his attention to the sealed cardboard box under the bookshelf after confirming that there were none.The surface of the carton has been cleaned very clean, which highlights its severe wear and tear.Liang Yao thought suspiciously, even the trash cans of the Mo family were custom-made by designers, how could they be so sloppy in packing things in cardboard boxes?

After seeing the cardboard box being carried out by Liang Yao, Mo Zhonghua said with a sense of loss, "Things that I planned to throw away more than ten years ago, I was not willing to throw them away several times. I didn't expect to open them again. From this point of view, it really should be Remember the words that 'Yuanyuan' her mother said back then!"

The beginning of the story was laid out, and Liang Yao then asked logically, "Is 'Yuanyuan' your ex-wife? What did she say?"

Mo Zhonghua's expression when he was caught in the memory was very vivid. Sometimes he was full of smiles, and sometimes he was full of sadness. What a secret. 'Yuanyuan' mother is indeed my ex-wife. We are college classmates, both of rural background, and then we got married naturally. I never felt that there was any similar love between me and 'Yuanyuan' mother. I think that between me and her, we just live together and get what we need! Later... I met Li Nishang, and I fell in love with her crazily! I chased her desperately! In the end, 'Yuanyuan' mother I took the initiative to propose a divorce. For me at the time, divorce was something I could not have wished for. I agreed to all the conditions she proposed, including giving her custody of 'Yuanyuan'! The last thing she said when she left was ,'You will regret this!'".After Mo Zhonghua smiled bitterly, he continued: "I have already regretted it, and I have regretted it for a long time, but...regret has no other effect except to make myself feel pain! Everything in the past can't be brought back Already!"

The topic was so heavy that Liang Yao didn't know how to answer it.Mo Zhonghua's life was full of ups and downs, twists and turns, and the changes he experienced were far more than these, but this is probably the only thing that can make him regret it!Liang Yao's character is straightforward and simple, and he can't explain the twists and turns of the truth, let alone enlighten others.All I can think of now is to quickly help Mo Zhonghua find the phone book he has abandoned for many years, so as to divert his attention.

The things in the cardboard boxes are well organized, and you can find what you want almost at a glance.Liang Yao tentatively opened a palm-sized cowhide notebook, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was really a phone book full of phone numbers.Liang Yao immediately handed the book to Mo Zhonghua: "Uncle Mo, is this the phone book you are looking for?"

Mo Zhonghua took it, as if he had found a lost treasure, he carefully stroked the cover of the phone book, and then solemnly opened the cover to check the contents inside; "Yes, that's right, that's it."

After that, Mo Zhonghua didn't say anything else to Liang Yao. He flipped through the contents of the phone book page by page, immersing himself in his memories of the past while drinking red wine.

Liang Yao tactfully left, and when he returned upstairs, he went to look at Mo Yingtong again, and was not surprised to see him sitting on the bed with earphones on and flipping through an unknown book.Liang Yao didn't understand all the time, he just read books, why did he wear earphones to read?Do you listen to music while reading a book?So is it reading books interfering with listening to music or listening to music interfering with reading?In Liang Yao's view, reading and listening to music cannot be done at the same time.It was not until many years later that he figured out that what Mo Yingtong listened to while reading was pure music, as long as there was a soothing melody in his ears, it was not at all the noisy music he imagined.

Liang Yao wisely left Mo Yingtong's room door and returned to his own room.During the Mid-Autumn Festival, schools were closed together. During this rare holiday, he didn't have to go to class and do homework. He should have a good rest, but Liang Yao felt a little lonely and at a loss.The Mo family is good in everything, but it is too deserted, and the long silence in the house makes people feel depressed for no reason.

Liang Yao thought that there should be some movement. After looking around his room, he went to the window and opened it. The rain poured in from the window aggressively, and immediately wet the ground by the window.Even so, Liang Yao didn't intend to close the window immediately. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched the rainwater pour in, and then dripped to the ground to form a water stain. He was as bored as a three-year-old child.

Liang Yao was used to going to see if Mo Zhonghua had gone back to bed before going to bed, worried that he would just lie down on the sofa and fall asleep after drinking too much.So, that night, he saw a scene that he would remember forever!

Mo Zhonghua in the living room was obviously drunk again, still flipping through the phone book that had been eliminated long ago.But at this moment, he was not only browsing, but also kept dialing the numbers on the phone book with his landline phone.

Many numbers are empty.Occasionally, when a call was answered, Mo Zhonghua said into the microphone in great surprise: "Hello! Is Yuanyuan's mother here? I want to find Yuanyuan's mother! I am Yuanyuan's father!"

The call was quickly hung up by the other party, and Mo Zhonghua could only mutter in frustration: "Did you make a mistake? This is the number? It was clearly written, how could it be wrong?" while continuing to make the next call...

When the call was answered again, he still said in multiple voices: "Hello! Is Yuanyuan's mother here? Let her answer the phone! Who am I? I'm Yuanyuan's father!"

He just kept dialing the numbers in the phone book, repeating those few words over and over again. Liang Yao, who saw all this in his eyes, unknowingly burst into tears, his throat was blocked and uncomfortable, and he was sad. like a witness.