"Hehe..." Mo Xiaohan smiled, "You first promise me not to be angry, and I'll tell you where I come from."
"Okay, I'm not angry." I answered simply.
Besides, I was not angry at all.
"I don't remember when it was taken. In short, it was taken secretly." Mo Xiaohan raised his eyebrows and answered me.
Listening to him say this, don't even think about it to know that he doesn't want to tell me. If you take photos of me secretly, how can you not remember what it was.
I'm not angry, it's not ugly anyway. If he wants to hang it in the living room, let him hang it.
Although the person in this photo is me, after all, this is what Mo Xiaohan hung here, and I won't say anything anymore.
Then, just walk into the living room.
The whole living room is mainly white, with beige sofas, and a large night crystal TV. All the styles are what I like, and they look very warm.
When I was young, I often wondered when I would have such a warm home.
Now I see such a home, but it does not belong to me.
I just don't think about many things, because thinking too much will only cause trouble for myself.
I just threw myself on the sofa without saying a word. As soon as I sat down, I bounced up.
I can’t help but like the softness of this sofa, and I almost don’t want to get up.
I really didn't expect how long it took Mo Xiaohan to make such a warm home. I can't help but admire him.
Although I have suffered so much, I am now making my life so good.
He left the house, but he had such a good life, I believe that the family will definitely get angry when he sees it.
When I think of these, I can't help but think of my parents and adoptive parents. The bursts of heartache hit my heart, it was so painful, so uncomfortable.
I deliberately put all the unhappy things out of my mind, making myself as if nothing had happened.
Of course, this is different for Mo Xiaohan. He looked at me with a weird look and a hint of worry.
"Why do you look at me like this?"
"You..." Mo Xiaohan concluded. After looking at me for a long time, he said again: "Are you okay?"
"Me?" I pointed to myself, "What can I do?"
I know what he was talking about, but I deliberately put aside those things as if nothing happened.
"Are you really okay?" Mo Xiaohan still looked worried.
Seeing him like this, I sat up straight and looked at him, "Mo Xiaohan, don’t worry, I’m fine, nothing is wrong. I know what you want to say, but I can tell you with certainty that I’m fine. , It's really okay."
"Even though Zhuo Yexi doesn't want me anymore, I can't show you the way I was before, right? If I were the former me, maybe I would really live and die. But now I am no longer the same That me, I won't make myself sad again."
When I said these words, my heart was throbbing.
Some words are so easy to say, but they can't deceive my heart.
Mo Xiaohan was startled, and looked at me with disbelief. He didn't speak, he kept looking at me with inquisitive eyes. After a while, he said leisurely: "Xiaodie, do you really think this way? Or did you pretend to show it to me?"