After being reborn, the substitute turns into a green tea essence

Song Mohan shook his head firmly.

"Cen Luo, I know that you are actually a tolerant person. If we break up completely and never see each other again, then you will gradually forget the wrong things I have done, and you will no longer care about them."

He remained silent for a few seconds, as if trying to calm down, and when he spoke again, his voice became a little lower.

"But once we are together again, some things will come back to memory, maybe it's a very small thing, or it may remind you of the injuries you have suffered in the past, which is beyond your control."

The difficulty of the so-called reunion after a broken mirror is actually here.

Hearing this, Cen Luo pursed his lips into a straight line, and suddenly didn't know how to answer.

He never expected that Song Mohan would consider the future of the two more carefully, thoughtfully, and more realistically than he did.

"Then what do you want to do?"

"I want to do my best to cover up the bad things."

Song Mohan twitched the corner of his mouth, and his deep eyes seemed to be full of oceans: "What happened will definitely leave traces, so don't hide them, okay?"

"Even if it's a thing that has passed, if you feel wronged and uncomfortable, you can enjoy your rights and ask for the right to make up for it."

Cen Luo's pupils shrank suddenly.

It turned out he knew.

He knows that he sometimes feels sour because of a little detail, he knows that he tries to avoid those unpleasant pasts, and he also knows that after trying to be together again, the thought of "Why is he so nice to me now" pops up in his heart .

He knows it all.

Cen Luo couldn't help but took a deep breath.

In fact, the stage of feeling wronged has long passed, but at this moment, he seemed to be wronged again suddenly.

"Song Mohan, you can't make it up."

Cen Luo lowered his eyes and did not look at him, and whispered softly: "For example, I used to miss you very much, wanted to find you, and wanted to share everything with you, but I didn't dare to disturb you. I chose to wait. I chose to let you come to me, how can I make up for this?"

"You can't make it up at all." He sighed softly, but he didn't realize that although his tone of voice was melancholy, there was a strong air of coquettishness.

Song Mohan frowned slightly, hesitating for a moment.

Then, he suddenly said in a low voice: "This may be barely enough."

"I think back every day when I'm free, and I realized that I can really remember every moment you gave me. Then, I responded one by one. Do you... want to see it?" When speaking, Song Mohan's ears were slightly red, as if he felt a little embarrassed.

"Response? Impossible?" Cen Luo's first reaction was disbelief.

To respond to another person's passing moments?How to respond?Talk to the air?

wrong!Since there is proof, it must have been written down...

How could someone do such a nonsensical thing?

And even if there is such a person, it must not be Song Mohan.

But Song Mohan had already walked to the living room and turned on the computer. As soon as the cloud data was synchronized, the document was quickly transferred.

As a result, large paragraphs of text and pictures instantly came into Cen Luo's eyes.

It's... true.

Cen Luo leaned in front of the notebook, moved the cursor up and down in disbelief, and was surprised by the huge length of the document, and clicked on a paragraph: "I'm just used to arranging my toothbrushes like this, but you can write because of this detail." So much experience?"

"I just... have a lot of unilateral things to say, and I want to talk to you." Song Mohan's eyes flickered slightly, and he touched his nose unnaturally.

When I was doing this, I thought I would never be seen by Cen Luo in this life, but now it is suddenly revealed, the degree of embarrassment is comparable to that of a primary school chicken who is in love, and his love letter is read in public.

Out of the sky!

"Cough—" he pretended to cough, "I forgot to tell Secretary Zhao about something, I'll give him a call." He hurried out of the door.

Cen Luo didn't respond.

He obviously had no time to pay attention to Song Mohan's movements at the moment, and his attention was all attracted by the content of this document. The word count was more than 20, which was as good as a novella.

"Lolo, you didn't sleep well that night, and neither did I. I told you quietly that I didn't even want to go to work the next day, so I just wanted to sleep with you all day. Ah——I suddenly wanted to go on strike today. "

Hey, a workaholic like Song Mohan will be able to say such things one day.

Really eye-opening.

Cen Luo continued to slide down with relish.

Every look in his eyes, every movement, Song Mohan will have a corresponding explanation.

There is also the sunrise in the morning, the sunset in the evening, a gust of wind, a drop of rain, a leaf... Song Mohan will also think of him.

The state of mind that should have been at the beginning, the memories of the present, and the corresponding feelings are all recorded in detail, bit by bit.

"Sitting under this tree, I suddenly miss you very much. Next time, let me wait for you, okay?"

"Lolo, look quickly! The top of that Samoyed's head is almost bald, it's so funny, I suddenly thought of 'little baby', I don't know when I can see it again. Recently, I read a lot about cats and dogs They don’t seem to be as scary as I imagined, and I think I have probably overcome my fear of them. Is there a chance for me to touch the 'little baby'?"

"[Picture: Huoshaoyun outside the window and the setting sun hidden in the majestic glow] Luoluo, what are you doing? Like me, are you admiring this piece of sky? Next time, let's watch it together, shall we?"

Cen Luo couldn't help taking a few quick breaths.

He thought he was calm enough and relieved enough, but he didn't expect that, even though he tried his best to restrain himself, the thoughts in his brain were still messed up.

The expectations he had been discarded and the feeling of being ignored suddenly all transferred to Song Mohan. This feeling was hard to describe, and even made Cen Luo a little dazed.

And at this moment, the phone suddenly vibrated, and a message popped up.

"The seaside scenery is beautiful, look back."

Just like the continuation of the document just now.

Cen Luo turned his head and saw Song Mohan standing by the door just like Shi Shiran.

Behind him, the sun is shining brightly. Some beams of light fall on the sea, and some hit the treetops. The natural landscape and designed architectural gardens are interspersed with each other, gradually laying out a magnificent picture.

At that moment, the past and the present seem to be miraculously connected together, and there is a feeling of being completely redeemed.

Cen Luo's heart beat violently.

Under the faint sunlight is a swaying emerald shadow, and the soft sea breeze descends silently from not far away through the door and window panes, gently brushing Cen Luo's black hair scattered on his forehead, and brushing against his reddened eye sockets.

Song Mohan's heart tightened in an instant, and he walked towards him almost uncontrollably, but when he really got to the person's side, he stopped suddenly.

A few seconds later, he raised his hand and stroked the corner of Cen Luo's eyes gently and restrainedly.

As if being scalded by the temperature of his fingers, Cen Luo flinched subconsciously, but he didn't hide. He just stared at him blankly, his eyes flashed with water, as if he was moved.

Good-natured and heart-wrenching.

Song Mohan couldn't help but sighed lowly: "What's the matter?" He half raised the corners of his mouth, pretending to be relaxed and joking, "I'll show you, I didn't want to make you cry."

who cried!who cried!

Cen Luo felt very humiliated, and immediately slapped Song Mohan's palm away unceremoniously, and turned his face away with an awkward expression.

But after a while, he still couldn't help but want to ask, so he turned back and asked with downcast eyes, "Why did you think of writing this?"

"If I really don't give you a chance at all, are you going to keep me from knowing for the rest of your life?"

As soon as these words came out, Cen Luo was stunned for a moment, and then, a subtle feeling of happiness couldn't be restrained in his heart.

Song Mohan froze slightly, withdrew his hand, and nodded calmly.

He backed away half a step, the sunlight outside the window hit his deep eyebrows and eyes, making his expression a bit blurred, and said calmly: "I didn't show it to you in the first place."

Cen Luo choked, showing his displeasure directly on his face, and asked reflexively, "Then who should I show it to?"

"To myself."

"You are gone, and you don't like me anymore, nothing at all. The only thing I can grasp is to respond to the moment you left behind. I want to know how you felt at that time, and I want to understand you through those .”

It is a kind of spiritual support.

There was a casual smile on Song Mohan's face, his eyes were indifferent and he didn't look at him, and his tone of speech was even more casual.

But Cen Luo felt that his mind was in a mess, and for some reason, it sounded so sad.

In fact, after the breakup, apart from having nightmares at night, he is doing very well on the whole. He has firm goals in his studies and can achieve them step by step according to his own plan.

On the contrary, Song Mohan, guarding a broken and ended relationship, has been feeling guilty and regretful.

There are icy walls on all sides, unable to advance or retreat, and trapped tightly.

"These days, you—"

In the middle of speaking, Cen Luo cut off the conversation awkwardly.

Because he was very conflicted, he didn't know what kind of answer he expected to hear.

In addition, just now he clearly said that the past has passed, but now he regretted it first, and wanted to get to the bottom of it.

"I admit that I have been depressed for some days, insomnia, anorexia, and numbness. But I also have my own responsibilities. Song is not a child's play that I can squander and deal with alone, and..."

He held Cen Luo's thin shoulders, stared deeply and tenderly, and said in a very serious tone: "And I know, you definitely don't like a man who has no responsibility and gives up on himself, right? If you can't even take care of yourself, How can I take care of you in the future, right?"

"So, I picked myself up pretty quickly."

The voice stopped abruptly, and Song Mohan froze in place in a daze.

In the solemn and worried expression of Cen Luo opposite, his voice seemed to be blocked by surging emotions, and he could no longer continue.

After a while, he pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled with difficulty: "Are you moved?"

"I...not." Cen Luo insisted.

"Yes, yes, you didn't." Song Mohan coaxed him in a low voice with indulgence, endured and endured, and finally couldn't hold back, and stretched out his long arms to bring Cen Luo into his arms.

How could Cen Luo be so stupid, how could he let go of his guard so easily.

What if he is a bad guy?

Fortunately, he is not.