Every world I die young

Mo Yinglan looked back at Duan Xiaobei outside the door, wondering why he didn't come in.

Duan Xiaobei is tall and tall, and his tall and straight figure is like a green pine, firmly rooted in this land.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes were stained with frost, and with a light flick, his lacquered pupils became wet, as if they had been washed by dewdrops.

There was almost no extra emotion in Duan Xiaobei's eyes, his eyes were a little empty, staring straight ahead, but his eyes seemed to penetrate the wall and cast towards an unknown distance.

Mo Yinglan frowned, Duan Xiaobei in the original plot was the young master of a warlord family.

Growing up with golden branches and jade leaves, although his personality is relatively aloof, he is very calm and never does anything he is not sure of.

When he is not wearing a military uniform but wearing a robe, he looks more like a scholar.

Especially when the eyebrows are stretched and the corners of the lips are smiling, he looks like a frail scholar.

But Duan Xiaobei's aura is too strong, even though his appearance as a whole makes people feel weak, but no one dares to make a move on him.

But no matter from which point of view, Duan Xiaobei shouldn't show such an expression.

It's not his expression.

What is he remembering?

Mo Yinglan turned around slowly, nodded to Duan Xiaobei outside the door, then stretched out her hand to close the wooden door and dropped the wooden lock.

Duan Xiaobei still didn't leave, he just stood upright outside the house.

From the moment he suddenly appeared in the small courtyard where Mo Yinglan lived, to the moment he brought Mo Yinglan to live in this wing, he hardly said anything.

What on earth is Duan Xiaobei thinking, and why is his behavior so weird that it doesn't fit his image at all.

Although his appearance is docile and kind, he is still an adult man, with three-dimensional facial features and a handsome outline, and his aura is absolutely fierce and compelling.

But now, he is like an ordinary young man who has been hurt by love but is persistent and unwilling to let go.

He didn't look like Duan Xiaobei at all, he didn't look like a battle-hardened iron-blooded general.

Mo Yinglan leaned on the threshold, looking at the carved wooden lock, through the carved window, a thin layer of window could not stop his sight at all.

Mo Yinglan could easily see that Duan Xiaobei was still standing outside the house.

Except for the previous sentence, Duan Xiaobei was unwilling to say anything. Mo Yinglan wanted to understand his emotions and thoughts through his words, but this way was directly blocked by himself.

His eyes were too deep, and Mo Yinglan lowered her eyes, feeling that she could no longer think deeply.

Otherwise, he will definitely meet people he doesn't want to see and experience things that he doesn't want to remember anymore.

In fact, Mo Yinglan was not an ordinary person, and his biological parents were also among the richest people.

But Mo Yinglan didn't grow up with his biological parents, he grew up with his grandmother who adopted him.

When she knew that she was not the grandson of her grandma at the age of seven, Mo Yinglan even fantasized about what kind of people and identities her biological parents would be.

Seven or eight-year-old boys are most people who hate dogs and love to make trouble.

Mo Yinglan also once felt in the second grade that she must be the descendant of some important person, and she must be the protagonist.

Mo Yinglan was picked up by the old man when she was a baby. At that time, the country's laws were not perfect, the society was backward, people had a hard time eating, and children were abandoned everywhere.

Most of them will never find their biological parents in their lifetime.