I cry so hard!

The moment Mo Chutian saw the note, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt a little uneasy.New Year's Day was supposed to be a lively day, but Xihua was shrouded in a layer of fog early in the morning. Mo Ruanmiao disappeared from Xihua with nothing, even the backpack he carried back yesterday. Stay at home.

Half an hour later, Mo Chutian couldn't even maintain the superficial peace. He was going crazy. In such a snowy day, there was no car nearby, and Mo Ruanmiao didn't know anyone. Where could he go?

The monitoring of the villa has been called out. Mo Ruanmiao left the villa after six o'clock. At that time, it was just dawn, and the villa was already being cleaned. Mo Ruanmiao greeted them, and then she nodded. He left Xihua without returning.

It was already eight o'clock when Mo Chutian woke up, and it had been an hour and a half since Mo Ruanmiao left.

Mo Ruanmiao's phone has been turned off. I don't know if the phone is out of battery or turned off by himself. The school also went to call, but Mo Ruanmiao did not go back to school.

It will take time to retrieve the nearby monitoring. Even if Mo Chutian is in a hurry, he can only wait. He has already regretted it. He shouldn't have said that to Mo Ruanmiao. Mo Ruanmiao can do whatever he wants, even if he doesn't grow up all his life Mo Ruanmiao can stay by his side if he doesn't want to go to Paris, but Mo Ruanmiao can't leave without saying a word.

Aunt Chen was already in tears, she was old and didn't know anything else, she only knew that her child had suffered a great grievance and ran away in such a weather, she complained to Mo Chutian, "Miaomiao is still sick, he And afraid of the cold, look at how many clothes the child is wearing, not even a scarf, what can you do wrong, but you have to be airy."

Every time Aunt Chen said something, the regret in Mo Chutian's heart increased. The scene when Mo Ruanmiao opened the yard door and left was played repeatedly on the computer. The baby on the tip, but he made his baby wronged.

It began to snow again outside, and Aunt Chen cried even harder, and kept saying, "Where can Miaomiao go when it's snowing so much? He's still sick, what should I do?"

Time passed by, Mo Chutian's heart sank a little bit, he began to be afraid, yes, Mo Ruanmiao had heart disease, he was still so sad, and it was so cold, what should he do?

Mo Chutian couldn't give Aunt Chen the answer, he couldn't even give himself the answer.

The nearby surveillance was finally sent. Mo Chutian stared at the screen, watching the staff call out the frame after frame. He saw Mo Ruanmiao, a small person with his head down, stepping on the front of the thick snow. Okay, the street lights are still on, and occasionally one or two cars pass by the side of the road, but they don't stop for half a minute.

Every minute of the monitoring was a torment for Mo Chutian. The video he watched was more than an hour ago, and he could only watch what happened, and he had no chance to stop Mo Ruanmiao.

Mo Ruanmiao walked out of the villa area all the way, he waited by the side of the road, after more than ten minutes, a taxi passed by here, Mo Ruanmiao stopped the taxi, took the vehicle and left the villa area, the last surveillance video stopped here .

It's good to have clues, the heating is turned on in the room, but Mo Chutian's fingers are cold, he thought, found Mo Ruanmiao back, then let him go, as long as Mo Ruanmiao is happy, he thought Do whatever you want.

In front of a small villa stood a young man in a milky white padded jacket, with a few snowflakes in his jet-black hair, his nose was red, his eyes were red, his eyelashes were long, and his eyes became foggy in the blink of an eye.

Mo Ruanmiao took out the key card and opened the door in the yard. The snow in the yard was thick, and nothing seemed to change. Through the glass window, he could still see a few pots of flowers and plants growing vigorously inside. It seemed that they were beaten. Well done.

For a moment, Mo Ruanmiao even had the illusion that it was last year. At that time, Zheng Junmei was still there. Although she was tortured by illness every day, she would still call Miaomiao tenderly. But now she is gone. For a while, Mo Ruanmiao even felt that she had lost everything.

He had a mother when he was so miserable, and then everything was slowly moving in a good direction, but he lost his only relative in this world.

Mo Ruanmiao thought of Mo Chutian's original appearance again. He was very vile and would kill him. He was blocked at the stairs and he was not allowed to call him brother.Mo Ruanmiao thought, if Mo Chutian had always been that bad, he wouldn't have these troubles.

There was no popularity in the villa, and the furniture was covered with a layer of dustproof cloth, looking very cold, Mo Ruanmiao looked at everything inside and thought, it turned out that it had passed.He went upstairs and pushed open a door on the second floor. It was empty and there was nothing there.

Mo Ruanmiao remembered that when she left, there were still some painting utensils inside. This was Zheng Junmei's studio. Later, she was so painful that she couldn't walk, so she liked to come to the studio the most, and sat in a wheelchair facing the window to paint her favorite flower field. , a painting is a whole day.

He stepped into the studio and walked to the window. There was heavy snow outside. He breathed a sigh of relief in front of the window, and drew a small snowflake on the window with his fingertips.

He stood there like this, as if he couldn't feel the cold at all. He was fascinated by the snow outside the window. Mo Ruanmiao couldn't remember when he started to learn painting. The earliest memory was when he was four or five years old. The child can play outside at any time, but he can only stay in the room and draw, but at that time, he didn't seem to envy other children, and the fun brought to him by drawing is simply incomparable.

At that time, he was still living with his mother in a bright house with servants, and his mother was gentle, but one day everything changed.Later, he and his mother went to a small southern town.Zheng Junmei started to drink heavily, she didn't know how to beat Mo Ruanmiao, she just cried, crying very sadly, she blamed herself for not being able to give Mo Ruanmiao a good environment to grow up.

But Mo Ruanmiao found that Zheng Junmei would be very happy as long as she held the trophies for Zheng Junmei to see, so Mo Ruanmiao worked harder, painting occupied his life, and later he was admitted by the Academy of Fine Arts, Mo Ruanmiao still remembers Zheng Junmei laughed so happily at that time, and still remembered what Zheng Junmei said.

She said: "Miaomiao and my mother went to the same university. I believe my Miaomiao will definitely become a very good painter."

Once, Zheng Junmei was the most important existence in his life, and he walked on this road with the expectation of Zheng Junmei, but one day Zheng Junmei was gone, and Mo Ruanmiao still loved painting, but he lost the direction of life in an instant.

Under the protection of Mo Chutian, he slowly walked out of the haze, and he slowly grew up under Mo Chutian's wings. One day, he found that he seemed to be able to go back and face everything, but suddenly found that his previous life direction was different from that of Mo Chutian. Compared with Tian, ​​he found that he only wanted Mo Chutian.

Dreams and love, no one has ever taught Mo Ruanmiao how to balance the relationship between the two, so he only relied on his own instincts to rush around in this puzzle, as long as there is Mo Chutian at the end of the road, It doesn't matter if you go all the way to the dark.

But now Mo Chutian came to tell him that this was wrong, but what can he do?

At some point, Mo Ruanmiao had already leaned against the wall and sat with her knees bent, with her head buried in her arms, leaving only a fluffy top. He felt that he should not run out, and he should tell Mo Chutian well, let him Teach yourself what to do.

But he was angry with Mo Chutian. Mo Chutian only promised him that he would not be separated on Christmas day, but he came to tell him on New Year's Day to let him go back to Paris. Mo Chutian really hated him.

But even so, Mo Ruanmiao still liked Mo Chutian very much.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, it was almost dark, Mo Chutian finally found Mo Ruanmiao, he traveled to many places all day, he went to almost every place Mo Ruanmiao arrived, but every time there was a delay, The final record showed that Mo Ruanmiao never came out after entering a house.

Sitting in the car, Mo Chutian was tense both physically and mentally. Some things had been confirmed countless times, but he was still afraid of losing his mind. A little trembling, "Are you sure it must be there?"

Song Jian replied: "Well, it seems to have been verified. The taxi driver said that he sent Mo Ruanmiao there. We adjusted the nearby surveillance, but Mo Ruanmiao has not come out."

"Okay," Mo Chutian exhaled, "Thank you for today."

Song Jian smiled: "Thank you for what? It should be."

The vehicle drove to the front of the villa, and before the driver went down to open the door, Mo Chutian opened the car door and rushed out. He looked inside eagerly, and his Miaomiao was here. He opened the door with his card, stepped on The heavy snow trotted towards the villa.

Song Jian, the driver and others followed closely behind him.

There was no one on the first floor, so Mo Chutian hurried to the second floor. After entering the villa, he realized that there was no heating inside, and it was so cold that Mo Ruanmiao couldn't stand it with so little clothes on.

Mo Chutian now only hopes that Mo Ruanmiao found a room with thick bedding to stay.

The movement of several people was very loud, but Mo Chutian found that there was no voice from Mo Ruanmiao except for a few people. He suddenly felt frightened, and thought of Mo Ruanmiao's previous illnesses, his heart jumped in his throat.

There are many and miscellaneous rooms on the second floor. The tea room, flower room, and study are all on the second floor. Mo Chutian rummaged through the rooms one by one, not letting go of every small compartment, but Mo Ruanmiao was still not found. At that time, Song Jian and the driver had already searched for the rooms on the third floor, and the rest were still looking for someone on the first floor.

There were only a few rooms left, Mo Chutian panted, and said with a trembling voice, "Didn't you say it's here? But we're making such a big noise."

Song Jian also felt strange, but Mo Chutian had already started to panic, he could not follow suit, he said: "There are still three rooms, Mo Ruanmiao must be inside."

Mo Chutian settled down and walked towards the last room in this corridor. When he opened the door and saw the situation inside clearly, his heart was pinched fiercely in an instant, and the pain was severe.

"Miaomiao..." Mo Chutian murmured.

Mo Ruanmiao fell asleep on the floor at some point, so a thick blanket was laid on the floor, but he still felt very cold, but he was too tired and sleepy, and he had a long, long dream , dreamed of Zheng Junmei, dreamed of Mo Chutian.

Suddenly, his body became warmer. Mo Ruanmiao felt that the breath in his nose was also very familiar. He also heard a familiar voice. He suddenly thought of that dream, and Mo Ruanmiao felt wronged instantly. He half-opened his eyes Opening his eyes, his eyes were foggy, his voice was soft and small, "I'll go back to study, I'll go back to Paris, don't want me."

Mo Chutian in the dream said that he would not want him if he did not go back to study, and he forbade Mo Chutian not to want him.

Mo Chutian's heart felt as if thousands of needles had been pricked into it. He hugged Mo Ruanmiao tightly. This was his treasure, the person on his heart. He kissed Mo Ruanmiao gently. Ruan Miao said with a trembling voice, "Miaomiao is good, my brother is here, and I will listen to Miaomiao from now on."

After saying that, he picked up Mo Ruanmiao and walked away. Song Jian happened to come out of another room. He saw Mo Chutian's expression was cold and serious, obviously in a state of nervous tension.

"Contact the doctor immediately and go to Xihua." Mo Chutian dropped a sentence, hugged Mo Ruanmiao and left without looking back.