Brilliant

"Do you think I'm asking you about the whereabouts of Beicheng?" Mo Jingzhi spread his hands, "The trial is only a few days away. Instead of discussing this with you, I might as well ask my lawyer to talk for a while. And even if I know, I can What does it do, reduce my sentence? Or let me get out of here immediately?"

Mo Nanxuan still didn't speak, he couldn't forget what Mo Jingzhi did in the past, and he couldn't forget the broken scene he saw when he returned home.

"I know that you and your brother have a very good relationship... When I go to prison, you will only have him as a family." Mo Jingzhi crossed his hands on the stainless steel table, "Actually... .Actually, you still have a pair of younger brothers and sisters. I don't know if Beicheng told you..."

Hearing this, Mo Nanxuan's empty eyes lit up.

Heh, he finally got the answer he should have heard.

"The two of them are twins, the elder sister is Mo Shi, and the younger brother is Mo Wang." Mo Jingzhi looked up at Mo Nanxuan's expression, and said in a hoarse voice, "I know it may be difficult for you to accept, but no matter what, they They are your younger brother and sister, and also my children. They are our relatives who are connected by blood. They are very simple, just like their mother. Unlike you and Mo Beicheng, they... will not fight with you Family property, can you give them some shares or money, otherwise the two of them really don't know how to live..."

"I mean, what are you doing here today..." Mo Nanxuan looked at Ou Yu dumbfounded, "Look, he's been doing it for those two bastards."

Mo Jingzhi knew that he wanted something from others, suppressed the anger in his heart, pretended to be a gentle and pathetic father, and begged his son: "Don't talk about them like that, I know I did something wrong, I'm sorry for Yalan and Beicheng, But...those two kids are innocent, you can't take everything from them...they need a life too, I know you left them with the one I left The fund has been taken away, Mo Nanxuan, can you give them a way to survive? You see, there are boys in the family, and Mo Shi is the only one who is a girl. You are just such a younger sister. As a big brother, should you take care of them... ..and twins are so rare, have you never seen them, you will definitely like them..."

"Enough!" Mo Nanxuan punched the table and stood up.

The prison guard next to him saw the movement and turned his head to look over. Ou Yu quickly explained in French, "It's nothing, just agitated."

Mo Nanxuan bit his lip, almost bleeding from the bite.

He almost said that Mo Beicheng had nothing when he left France, and he even lost his musical talent.Did you give him a way out?Have you considered his feelings?You stole everything from him, and he even pawned things at home to treat his mother. Did you manage him?

Don't look forward to poetry, don't forget...you are quite romantic?Then what are you and my mother?What are Mo Beicheng and me?

But Mo Nanxuan couldn't say, he couldn't say a single word.

His resentment, his resentment must be suppressed, and he must be suppressed well, swallowing all the words with glass shards, even if his throat is cut with countless small wounds, he can't say a word.

His lips were bitten with deep teeth marks, and Mo Nanxuan's forehead was covered with veins.He was furious, but still needed reason.

Knowing that he was in extreme pain, Ou Yu persuaded him: "Let's go."

This person is no longer the father of you and Mo Beicheng.

After leaving the gate of the detention center, Ou Yu dug out a lip balm from the corner of the car and handed it to Mo Nanxuan: "Your lips are about to be bitten off, it's unopened, you can use it."

Mo Nanxuan took the lip balm, "Thank you."

"Take it, I'll give it to you." Ou Yu held the steering wheel, observed the surrounding road conditions, and said casually, "It's rare for me to be so generous."

Mo Nanxuan opened the lip balm. It was colorless, odorless and fragrance-free. The pure white paste was indeed Ou Yu's style.

"Where are you going?" Ou Yu started the car, "Today is a day off, I won't go to the company."

"Accompany me to the cemetery," Mo Nanxuan said.

Ou Yu was silent for a while before saying: "Let's go to the flower shop first. In this city, it is the most rude thing to date a woman without flowers."

She is so beautiful and deserves the prettiest flowers.

"Aren't you allergic to hay fever?" Mo Nanxuan finished applying lip balm and closed the lid.

"Put it in the trunk." Ou Yu rolled his eyes at him, and began to regret why he knew Mo Nanxuan back then, why he agreed to start a business with him, and why he got on this thief ship and never got off until today.

Mo Nanxuan found his mother's grave according to the address that the gardener told him before.

He looked at a dead leaf falling on the tombstone, and brushed it away with his hand. The moment his fingertips touched the stone, he felt a biting coldness.

It was hard for Mo Nanxuan to imagine that such a radiant woman was sleeping in this small land, among thousands of tombstones, and she couldn't be found if she wasn't paying attention.

"I've seen her recital," Ou Yu stood behind Mo Nanxuan with a low voice, "She is very beautiful and talented. The version of "Dream Wedding" she played is my favorite version."

"It was also her favorite song during her lifetime." Mo Nanxuan placed flowers in front of her tombstone.

When they were young, Mo Yalan liked to show them the wedding photos of that year, one of them was Mo Yalan wearing a pure white wedding dress sitting in front of the piano, looking back and smiling.

It was so moving, several times more beautiful than the tunes she played.

She played this piano piece herself at her wedding.

So she never woke up from that dream all her life.

She thought that marriage was the continuation of the wedding, pure and beautiful, just like a dream.

But she didn't know that the direct translation of the French name of "Dream Wedding" should be "lover's wedding" or "wedding based on love", which has nothing to do with her.

She has never understood that her marriage is an exchange of equal value, not a story beside an angel's pillow, nor is it the love of a prince and princess in a fairy tale.

"I'm sorry, I made you watch another farce." Mo Nanxuan wiped the corner of his eyes, "For the sake of our family..."

"This is what I should do," Ou Yu handed over a tissue, "Based on the contract between you and me, I will assist you with anything related to your work."

"But it's not about work," Mo Nanxuan said.

Ou Yu quickly found a reason for himself: "This is what I should do as a friend."

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