The days of frying CP with the enemy

She smiled calmly and said nothing.

Qiaoz felt that He Xingci's life was transparent, so why didn't He Xingci think the same about Mr. Qiao?

The admiration in the weather-beaten brows and eyes became stronger and stronger. Jotz saw a vaguely young self in him, with a passion hidden in his heart. It is not impossible to talk about wanting nothing, but people like them always seem to be out of touch with society , detached from the outside.

He Xingci raised his hand to refill his tea, "Mr. Qiao, aren't you afraid that I'm just pretending?" He deliberately teased him.

Sure enough, Joats slapped him on the back of the head in feigned anger, "I haven't misled my eyes yet." The tea was delicious, and Qiao Lao's mood rose more and more, and the topic involuntarily changed, "Do you understand Mo Ran?"

He Xingci narrowed his eyes slightly, and paused for a moment with his hand hanging in the air: "You mean..."

Talking to smart people is not tiring.

Joats rolled up his cuffs, exposing a section of his arm. He Xingci glanced down casually, covered with scars, and his pupils trembled a few times.

Some scary, some distressed.

It's the same as the one on Mo Ran's legs.

Choats: "I'll tell you the truth, Xing Ci, you old man Qiao looks free and easy. In fact, there are many things that I can't let go of in my heart. When I first met her more than 40 years ago, the kind of worries that I can't let go have persisted to this day."

He Xingci is a good listener, so listen slowly.

"She and my daughter died unexpectedly ten years ago."

"She also left within two years." Jotz's tone was steady, probably because it had been too long, and when he mentioned it again, he would no longer feel so upset.Maybe when a person reaches a certain age, even if he doesn't want to show off his mountain dew and lose control of his emotions, he will be kidnapped by age and will not go or do certain things.

"Her best friend during her lifetime was Mo Ran's mother."

It turns out that the connection is here.

He Xingci's understanding of Mo Ran's family is limited to what he is willing to tell himself, no matter how close people are, they have their own space, Mo Ran doesn't say anything, he doesn't force it.

Everyone has their own wounds.

You have to say that you love someone so much that you want to show your wounds to others.

It's one thing for others to see it or not, but it's another thing whether you love it or want to find someone to confide in. He Xingci would rather not listen to it than become the "confidant" of the latter's rotten street.

now...

He Xingci swallowed slightly.

It was someone who took the initiative to talk to him.

He just wants to understand Mo Ran a little bit more, just a little bit.

He was scared and unable to take the initiative in this relationship.He is afraid that he will fall into it, and Mo Ran will leave soberly and self-sufficiently. Will Mo Ran really accept the real him?

This lack of self-confidence made him want to know more about the ink burning.

At least, even if we really separate in the future, how wonderful it is to capture these memories.

Born with a lack of sense of security, He Xingci couldn't restrain himself from thinking about the worst possible outcome.Before doing things, I will think about it from front to back.

Seeing that his eyes were out of focus, Chotz thought that he remembered something unpleasant, and quarrels between young and young people were commonplace. "Or, let's not talk about it?" Cang Mai looked concerned.

Only then did He Xingci come back to his senses, and immediately shook his head in denial.

"Old Joe, but it's okay to say, I've been listening."

After hearing what he said, Joats continued, "That's it, okay.... What I want to say, I've known Mo Ran for a long time, one-sided, straight-tempered, I don't know if you've seen the fuck. Mo Ran jumped off the building when he was a child and is now in the hospital."

The topic was heavy, and He Xing resigned by default to show Joez to continue talking.

"When he was young, I went to meet him a few times. At that time, he drove me away with bricks and stones. I don't mean to tell you that he is not good. It's just that the longer you get along with such a person, the more tired you are. His mother's matter He will never forget, the root of stubbornness is planted in his bones, I am worried that you will be very tired."

Joats didn't say anything, he was worried that He Xingci would lose his life for such a paranoid person like his daughter.

His daughter is not a good friend of Mo Ran's mother.

But followers, crushes.

After filming the afternoon program, He Xingci applied to go out to buy some necessities.

It's getting colder.

Cold hands curled up together, steaming.Mosquitoes fly around the lights under the street lamps, and moths fly into the flames from time to time.

He stood firmly under the street lamp, his shadow was stretched very long.

There was a lot of traffic behind him, and the hustle and bustle of the big city that he should have been used to for a long time seemed to be ringing in his heart.

After that, Joats told him many, many stories, about Mo Ran, about his family, and about many, many.

He rubbed his hands, but decided to stuff them in his pockets.

Shrinking his neck, he wanted to empty his mind.

There is a lot of information, and his head that has received too many things seems to be difficult to digest.

In the youthful years when he was facing him tit for tat, such a young boy had already tasted the warmth and coldness of the world.With thorns all over his body, in order to protect himself, he pretended to be a cold and ruthless person.

Finally became the most powerful son of the Mo family.

The children of the mistresses dare not step into the gate of the Mo family.

Mo Feiyu fears him, admires him, and fears him.

The stepmother regards him as a thorn in the flesh, making him a thorn in the flesh, making him a stumbling block everywhere, but dare not do anything about the real and substantive things. They all know that Mo Ran has nothing but his mother in the nursing home, and dares to do anything. Everyone fights.

He gradually slid against the railing of the street lamp.

I regret it, I regret why I didn't see Mo Ran's mind earlier.For so many years facing him with such a sharp attitude.

I had an argument with him two days ago.

The more He Xingci thought about it, the more he felt sour and guilty. He knew that the two of them would talk nicely before they parted.

A huge shadow covered him behind him, and the sound of heavy footsteps kicking on the cement road caused He Xingci to immediately turn on the police lights.

"Who--"

Before he could finish speaking, He Xingci was spinning for a while, and the nauseating smell penetrated his nose and smoked his head, and the rest of the words ended when his eyelids struggled to droop—closed.