At that time, beside the small forest in front of the villa, there was no artificial fountain that was so big that it was scary. At that time, it was just a small park that was not too big. Whenever it was cut or Mo Jingyao didn't give a good face. At that time, Xie Zhiwu liked to run there to destroy the flowers and plants, or to kick the rockery out of anger.
Later, Zhige became obsessed with Korean dramas. I don’t know which drama I saw such a cheesy and two-hundred-and-five percent thing. So her secret place soon turned Mo Jingyao, a nouveau riche, into an upstart who needs to accept the young from time to time. A public place where girls scream and worship.
After that, Xie Zhiwu no longer had a place to roll around. She had to stand aside with her face full of her face every three to five hours, watching the two men and a woman in front of her replay the Korean drama of the previous night’s song. Scenario, wipe his face again, look up at the musical fountain that leaps 100 meters away, thinking very sadly that next time I must remember to hold an umbrella.
In the year before the small park became a fountain, Mo Jingyao had been sold thoroughly by his own father, and had to stage a live martial arts show every three to five. On that white face, there were colorful flowers. Purple syrup and red syrup, new wounds and old wounds are added together, making people feel really uncomfortable when they see it.
One day, Xie Zhiwu beat another brat who had an attempt on her.
Relying on her pretty face and good grades, she tearfully accused the small class teacher who had just graduated from university, and after a lot of spoiling, she finally left the punishment and went home triumphantly.
I was forced to kiss again, and I was in a bad mood, so I habitually turned into the small park before going home.
The rockery in the small park was originally piled up with a mound, but in fact it should be called a mound. The side of the mound and rockery was under the mountain that she had been ravaging for years and years, and it had been smoothly changed from a convex character to a concave character. So Xie Zhiwu, who was eager to vent, saw the person hiding in the concave character at a glance.
"Brother Jingyao, what are you doing here?"
Xie Zhiwu hadn't called Mo Jingyao for the eighth lifetime, so I didn't know what kind of wind he had smoked this time. Coupled with the voice that saw Mo Jingyao automatically change his attributes to be too soft, if the current Xie Zhiwu crossed back, he would definitely pinch his neck and shake him dimly.
The thirteen-four-year-old boy changed his vigorous appearance and just sat indifferently in the corner at the moment. When he noticed the footsteps, his hairs almost stood up, and he was relieved until he heard the sound of "Brother Jingyao".
"Song? Why don't you go home so late?"
Xie Zhiwu was about to turn around and leave when he heard this, but looking at the bruise on the corner of Mo Jingyao's mouth, she felt that she couldn't bear it, so she leaned in front of him with a stinky face.
"Uncle Mo beat you up again?"
"No." Mo Jingyao kept his gaze in the direction Xie Zhiwu came, and then turned back along the source of the sound, "I met the enemy, and somehow ran here. Zhigeer, this is it. where?"
Xie Zhiwu was about to say where this is. Can you not know. As soon as he raised his head, he saw those dull eyes, and his little hands couldn't help but stretched out in front of Jun's face and shook, "What's wrong with your eyes?" !"
Mo Jingyao lowered his head in frustration when he heard the words, "I was knocked on the back of the head, and now I can't see anything..." He just finished speaking, and then he hurriedly explained it as if thinking of something. I can see it with my eyes. I won't be blind for a lifetime. Don't cry."
Like a promise or a guarantee, Mo Jingyao was almost out of sight, and the first person to worry was that Song was not himself.
"Who said I want to cry."
Xie Zhiwu grumbled and watched the last ray of sunset on the horizon, then turned to Mo Jingyao and said, "It's getting dark early. Isn't it normal to not be able to see? What's the excitement!"
After that, she went to pull Mo Jingyao's arm, "Get up, I'll take you home first. I didn't beat Uncle Mo again, you hide from Uncle Mo!"
"I didn't want to hide... I managed to escape those people and hide in. Now, I can't get out alone..."
When Xie Zhiwu heard Mo Jingyao's words, she felt as if she had heard her father say that she didn't look like the song at all. It was uncomfortable.
So he snorted, "It's no use trying to hide. This pit was kicked out by Uncle Mo and I... Dance with my sister. Do you think he can't find you!"
She wanted to see that because you were a wounded, I made you happy and happy, and I want to put it in the usual song that you recognize me. I have to heal your eyes and then poke blind.
But many times later, she became a substitute for Song of Songs, but she still couldn't bear to say a word about him.
The two of them walked out of the small park, hiding the rockery, flowers, and stones in tandem. Xie Zhiwu walked in front, holding Mo Jingyao's big hand with her small hand. Every step he took, he had to look back to see if he tripped over something.
"Song, you said... If I'm really blind and can't see anymore, what should I do?"
Mo Jingyao was probably really melancholy, and there was a hint of despair in his voice.
Xie Zhiwu’s heart wants to be the song that is really here, I’m afraid it’s going to fall into your arms, babbling, babbling, you two crying together, maybe the mood will not be depressed, cry a little longer, maybe just put it Your bruises are gone from crying.
What a pity, now you are in front of you is the dance of Xie, not the song of Xie.
If it was Xie Zhiwu, he would only say, "You are not a maiden, what are you thinking about. Now that science and technology are so advanced, let alone you are a little congested, you can make a pair without eyeballs!"
After all he was still a child, Mo Jingyao sighed silently, "I just think blindly."
Xie Zhiwu accepted this incompetent and melancholic Mo Jingyao, and dared to feel that he had always been so virtuous in the song of the song, so he was upset and lost his anger.
"Don't be wordy, I really can't see me, I'll just take you away!"
"What if I won't get better for the rest of my life?"
"... Then I will hold you for the rest of my life!"
The promise of a lifetime is too long, and Xie Zhiwu made a hastily made. She knew that in Mo Jingyao's eyes, the person who made this promise was the song. Later, he thought that the person who broke his promise was still the song.
Xie Zhiwu sent Mo Jingyao home, and Mo Jingyao shouted at her, "Song, thank you."
When Mo Jingshun came down from the stairs, Xie Zhiwu waved his hand and ran away.
Mo Jingyao gave Mo Jingshun a rough overview of the ins and outs, but Mo Jingshun didn't believe that the little guy who ran faster than the rabbit was a song.
Later, Mo Jingyao's eyes healed. He didn't mention that night to Zhige, but his eyes became more gentle when he looked at Zhige.
Mo Jingshun asked her, "Zhiwu, do you regret it? If you didn't borrow the name of Song at the beginning, would everything be different now?"
At that moment, Xie Zhiwu's eyes were indeed filled with confusion, but after a while, she said slowly, "Is my regret useful?"
"What kind of person is Mo Jingyao, you know better than me. Do you really believe that he will confuse the song with me? He really likes the song from the first sight. That misunderstanding, and even later Many misunderstandings just make him like it a little bit better. Without these, he still likes the song. If I tell him the whole story of those misunderstandings, it will probably not reduce his feelings for the song, but will only hate me more. That's it.
Because from the beginning to the end, he knew it was the song that I am not. He didn't need anyone to tell him, he just wished that it was the song. This is his thought, even if he once thought that it was a song, he could definitely understand it with his mind and mind in the end. The gap between me and the song is so big, there is no reason why he would not understand. "
"Do you really think so? Then why would my brother..."
"I don't know, I don't know." Xie Zhiwu was a little annoyed. "I don't know if these thoughts are right, but I always think it is impossible for him not to know. He has to think like this, probably because he is determined not to give it. I won't let him even think of shaking himself even if I have the slightest chance."
When Xie Zhiwu finished speaking, there was no voice. But there was still something in his heart that he didn't say to Mo Jingshun.
She thought, if Mo Jingyao really didn't think of her at all as he showed, why should he be a thousand miles away from her and dare not even move a thought. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)