Goddess routine

In the early morning, after doing yoga, Mo Xiaobei stood in front of the floor window holding a cup of honey water, looking at the city waiting to be awakened by the goddess of dawn at five o'clock in the morning.

Those high-rise buildings were shrouded in a thin layer of mist, which looked like fairy mountains and mirages in myths and legends.

It's very intoxicating, but in fact it's just smog.

In the past few years, the smog has become more and more serious. The cloud of smoke that shrouded the people of the whole country in a bleakness started from the capital, and slowly spread to all parts of the country. big impact.

Now even Mo Xiaobei, who has never studied science, gradually knows what "PM2.5" is.

Walking on the street when shopping for vegetables, you can still see many people wearing masks.

There was such a big battle only during the time of SARS.

Looking at this gray city, Mo Xiaobei felt that his heart was also gray, covered in a fog of doubt and confusion.

She and Su Ziqing met again. They were like trains running side by side at the station but traveling separately in the middle, and now they finally met at the terminal station.

On the way, they each saw many, many scenes, which were either beautiful or terrible.They can sit down quietly and talk to each other about the scenery they saw during the journey, but how can she guarantee that they will not start a new journey?

Mo Xiaobei was terrified, her heart was now a pile of shattered glass, as long as she shook it with a little force, it would shatter.

But in fact, this heart riddled with holes, was moistened a little, and it returned to the luster it used to be.

Su Ziqing seemed to understand this truth, and she tried to appear in a position where she could see her without being too conspicuous.

Carefully and slowly drifting his own figure out of her life.

Mo Xiaobei has no temper, this is something everyone in the industry knows.One year, she just sighed when a student she led plagiarized a thesis, and led someone to call the newspaper to apologize, and then personally instructed her to rewrite an article.

In fact, she is not without a temper.

When she first came out to work, she had a very violent temper, but such things as temper cannot be had in front of outsiders.So every time her parents called, no matter what they said, as long as something happened to her heart, she would slam her back.

She also slowly learned to complain and learn to be angry.

But that was nothing but her mother and the people around her complaining about her ignorance.

No one can understand her.For her to do this, apart from making her life messy and hurting her relatives, she couldn't think of any other benefits to doing so.

If you want to vent, light a burner of incense, sit down, make tea in peace, copy a word, read a book, all are good choices.

No one understands her state of mind, and maybe no one can know why she always insists on going to the temple to ask for the three peace talismans every time she travels.

I wish the family good health.

Second, I wish those who have helped her all the best.

Three wishes for Su Ziqing's life to be free from disasters and difficulties.

When she was still studying, she liked an ancient writer very much.

She is not considered a writer, she was a talented woman in that era.

She entered the palace and became the queen's personal female officer, and they were deeply affectionate. When the queen was having a difficult childbirth, she traveled all over the country, large and small, in temples and Zen courtyards, desperately seeking a talisman for the queen.

It's a pity that a heart was wrongly paid, and the queen died at the age of 24.The talented woman who also left a strong mark in the history of literature is also missing.No one knows where she ended up quietly waiting for her life to pass.

When she saw this story, she felt more pain than shock.

The life of one person can make the lives of two people bleak.

She is a very nostalgic person, and the name Su Ziqing has gradually melted into every corner of her heart in the past 20 years.

It may just happen that she met her in her most beautiful blooming season.

Then all those feelings and loves were automatically linked to her.

She's not a romantic, she's just a deadhead.

While she was in a daze, the cell phone on the sofa rang and kept ringing, which was a bit noisy.

She put down the honey water in her hand and walked over, turned on the screen to see that it was Ji Lingyu's invitation to go out for tea again.

This is the No.12 of this month.

It may be that Ji Lingyu loves drinking tea too much, or it may be that she is too boring, every time she has to choose a serious tea restaurant, or a family restaurant.

The content of the chat was varied, but every time someone was invited, there was her and Su Ziqing.

She is not a fool, of course she knows her intentions.

But she didn't tell the truth, she still went there on time every time, ate quietly and listened to their chatting there.

She herself either said nothing, or stared out the window in a daze.

Flies don't bite seamless eggs, and even if she doesn't speak, she can't give anyone who cares about it a chance.

And she is too lonely alone, the quilt and heart have been cold for so many years.Regardless of the purpose of gathering with these people, but every time she gathers with familiar people, she can feel that her heart covered in ice and snow is slowly melting.

It is really melting, even the aunt who cleans downstairs will happily greet her when she sees the smile on her face and ask, Xiaobei, are you in a relationship recently?

She gets along well with the people in this apartment. She sometimes brings some snacks and rice cakes when she is on a business trip, and they will be distributed to the elderly in the same apartment whose children are not at home.That's why those old people like her, and they usually treat her like their own daughter. Seeing that she is still single after so long, they are more anxious about her marriage than themselves.

Give others a bit of goodwill, and you may take back a bit of kindness.

But whether she was smiling because she was chatting with her peers, or whether she was full of joy because she saw someone, she didn't know at all.

According to the date Ji Lingyu gave her, she went to the morning tea restaurant that she had agreed on on a leisurely weekend. Ji Lingyu reserved a private room, and when she passed, they were all there.

Tang Wenxian, Ji Lingyu, and Anji who was holding the child.

Her husband was transferred to this job, so she quit her job in the bank and settled down in their city with her children and family.

When she arrived in the private room, she immediately rushed towards her face with damp heat.She took off her overcoat, and she was wearing a woolen sweater and a thick jacket inside.

"Xiaobei, the heating in this room is quite good, and it's only over November, why are you wearing so many clothes?" As soon as she entered, Anji, who was focused on teasing her son, raised her head and asked in surprise.

Mo Xiaobei coughed, "I have a cold constitution and am more afraid of the cold."

Tang Wenxian frowned, "Why haven't I seen you have this problem before?"

"It's accumulated over the years." Mo Xiaobei responded casually, leaning against the window and watching the scenery outside without further words.

Ji Lingyu sat across from her, and had been looking at her with his chin in his hands since she came in.

Mo Xiaobei noticed her gaze and slowly looked at her too.

She hasn't seen Ji Lingyu for a long time. For a while, she seemed to have evaporated from the world, and she couldn't be contacted no matter what.

Now that she suddenly appeared in her field of vision again, Mo always felt that she seemed to have changed a lot.

In the past, she was always chattering and full of vitality, but now her whole body is like a well that has fallen silent.

Her eyes were no longer the same as before. She didn't know what she had experienced, but it must have been a bad experience.

Then why should she ask her again and expose her scars.

She stared at it for too long, and she felt something was wrong, so she smiled slightly at Mo Xiaobei.Mo Xiaobei also smiled back at her, and then turned their heads.

Girls only, no, now the tea party between women has started again.

Angie, who is still lively, is trying to mobilize the atmosphere, and they occasionally chime in with one or two words.

They were all getting bored, which was a very bad thing, because when that happened, the joy of life was gone.

But they still became like this, and the reason is that I don't know whether it is because they are tired or tired.

It is called a tea party, where everyone talks to each other about how they have lived these years and whether they have been good or not.

Mo Xiaobei didn't really like to inquire about other people's affairs, but Anji didn't know if she was bewitched by someone, and she was just like dumping potatoes in front of her, and he kept messing with her endlessly.

Why Su Ziqing got divorced within half a year of marriage, why she has been single for a long time, why she is now a section chief and will soon be promoted to a minister, why she lives alone with her daughter and it is very hard for her to take care of her.

What she wanted to know, what she didn't want to know, she gave it all to her.

Sometimes she wanted to pretend that she couldn't hear, so she deliberately hugged her son in her arms and said to him, "Baby, does your sister from Aunt Su's family look good?"

"Yeah, it looks good, sister Su is still very good!"

This is like a question and answer between parents and children, and it doesn't disturb others. She can't listen to it if she wants to.

Thanks to her, before she met her, she slowly knew that Su Ziqing's little daughter was smart, beautiful, well-behaved and sensible.

"Mom, there."

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao will arrive.

With a childish voice, a little girl carved in pink and jade came towards them, pulling a graceful beauty.

The girl's eyes were big and sparkling, her hair was braided into two small braids on both sides, she was wearing a gray casual sweater jacket, and calfskin boots, she ran toward them with vigor and joy.

"Be careful, don't fall." Seeing her, Ji Lingyu, who was overflowing with maternal love among them, hurried up to hug her, and kissed her on the face, "mua, be good and grow up again, Ji Lingyu will soon Auntie can't hold her anymore."

"Don't be afraid, wait until you grow up, Auntie Baoji!"

Ji Lingyu finally showed a little smile on his face, "Haha, you little clever ghost, I don't know who to learn nonsense from, so you will please Auntie."

As she gets older, the maternal love in a woman's bones can't stop overflowing.

Looking at such a well-behaved little girl, Mo Xiaobei couldn't help but smile.

Regardless of the grievances between adults, this matter is actually none of the children's business.