A Thousand Mountains and Evening Snow: Searching for Love and Leaving Traces

When I opened my eyes, the sky was full of sunshine. This night, I slept very peacefully because of his kiss, or his smell that lingered in my dreams all night.I hurried downstairs and walked into the garden, and saw him sitting in the sun with a newspaper in his hand. I was afraid that this was a dream, and it would dissipate if it was a little heavier. I didn't know until I found out that he was really sitting there. She sat down across from him with confidence.

"Miss Tong, your milk and toast." Butler Ding put the milk in front of me, "Mr. Mo, your coffee is cold, let me change it for you."

"Ah."

There is only one word, but it makes me really feel his existence.While I was sipping the milk in the glass, I peeked at him opposite. The gray sweater made him very homely and gentle, while the fingers flipping the newspaper were long and neat, and even the nails were neatly trimmed. He has always been a very A person who pays attention to his appearance, his face is half hidden behind the newspaper, and he looks a little less aggressive after taking off his glasses.

"Eat." He didn't even lift his head, but suddenly dropped two words. I hurriedly withdrew my eyes from looking at him and buried my head in eating breakfast.In my memory, I don't seem to have seen him so obsessively.

Hate ran to Shaoqian's feet from his own room, he put down the newspaper, bent down and hugged it into his arms,

"I just started running around, and I don't care about anything else." While stroking the fur on Nasty's body, he glanced at me, and said to Nasty in his arms meaningfully.

I heard the insincerity of his words, and buried my head in a muffled manner.

After breakfast, I cautiously left the garden and followed him into the house. I wanted to go up and talk to him, but I saw him change his clothes and go downstairs.

"Shaoqian...you... want to go out?" I looked at him in confusion.

"En. Butler Ding, I have something to do, so I won't come back for lunch." Another one-word answer to my question, I watched him get in the car and leave without leaving me a word.

I thought he was having breakfast at home, which meant that he would no longer escape, but the next departure made me fall into waiting again. It turns out that waiting is so tortured, but he has been waiting for me for four years.

I was sitting in the sun, drawing design drafts. Although my ankle was sprained, I can draw with my hands. Moreover, I promised Mu Zhenfei that I would help him set up the new house. The design work has not received new requests for the time being, so it is a good time to conceive his house.Although, he has a sister that I don't know how to deal with, but he has always been my friend, someone who helped me.

Butler Ding would occasionally come to help me change a cup of tea or hot drink, and I just sat under the warm sun like this, temporarily distracted.It turns out that I can also become so peaceful in this house.

As the sky gradually darkened, I sat on the swing frame with hate in my arms and swayed gently, and hate lay in my arms and fell asleep.I waited for him, waiting for him to come back, but he didn't show up until Butler Ding brought the dishes to the table.

"Miss Tong, dinner is ready." Butler Ding came in front of me, but I didn't move with disgust.

"Mr. Mo... haven't come back yet?"

"Not yet, Miss Tong, you can eat first, or the food will be cold." Butler Ding persuaded me.

I looked at the hate in my arms, "Hate, don't you want to see me, so you fell asleep and ignored me."

Suddenly there was a burst of SMS music, I took the mobile phone beside me, a text message from a number I am very familiar with, clicked on it, only four words

"remember to eat."

I stood there in a daze. I had dialed this number countless times. Although I was forced to remember it at that time, it stayed with me during those four years.However, the mobile phone with that number is obviously still lying in my box, together with the three words in the mobile phone, why, now it appears in front of me with such a text message.

"Butler Ding, what is Mr. Mo's mobile phone number?" I stared at Butler Ding in front of me, I must know the answer.

"Oh, that's the original one, he said..."

"what did he say?"

"He said that he changed his number because he was afraid that someone might not be able to find him!" Steward Ding looked at me, "But I know that that person should refer to you, Ms. Tong!"

I gripped the phone tightly, as if I had dug my nails into my palm.I have called this house and Lao Ma's phone, but I never thought of dialing this number, because I would never have thought that his phone number is still that one.

He was afraid that I would not be able to find him, so he didn't even change his mobile phone number. He heard Steward Ding say that I didn't eat dinner, so even if he avoided it, he still sent a text message to remind me to remember to eat.I know he loves me, but never knew he loves me so much.

I obeyed his words and ate dinner obediently. Although he was not there, I asked Butler Ding to put an extra set of bowls and chopsticks.

A text message with only two words "thank you" is to let him know that I have received his love.

In the evening, Xiao Zhao called to ask me why I asked for leave. I told her that there was something urgent to deal with recently, so I had to trouble them to follow up the case in the company, but Xiao Zhao told me that since I asked for leave, Mr. Wen had already received a letter from the big boss. The notice from the company has suspended the work of the coffee shop, and now their team is preparing another order design, and they want me to take a good vacation.After hanging up the phone, I became more and more confused about the real identity of Mu Xue's big boss.

The antique table lamp in Mr. Wen’s office, the design of the coffee shop, the strange eyes Mr. Wen gave me every time he looked at me, and his attitude when he faced Mo Shaoqian’s request to talk to me alone, all of these They all seem to tell me that Mu Xue's real boss is Mo Shaoqian, Mu Xue, Mu Xue. . .

Suddenly, I understood everything, Yun Xue, Mu Xue, it turned out that he was always by my side, close at hand, but I was still absurdly thinking about whether I could find him who was far away in the world.

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