"I didn't care." Mo Luan shook his head, "I think this is his temperament. As long as he has a sense of measure, I am the one who was wrong."
Birds came from the forest again, and the humid air was full of the smell of mud and grass.
"He is an orphan. He has never drunk milk, has no toys, and does not have everything that children should have. I bought him a bottle, milked the milk myself, made toys for him, and took him to the amusement park..."
"He was very happy at the time, his little face smiled so cute...I remember once, when I took her to an amusement park, he was holding a baby bottle and riding a roller coaster with me. Others were afraid of screaming, and he was holding the baby bottle happily. Drinking milk shocked a lot of adults and children."
Speaking of this, the girl’s face showed a slight smile, “One more time, the two of us met a robber, and he viciously held the wooden gun I made for him in front of me, the wooden sword Dyed with paint, it's the same as the real thing. Those robbers thought it was real, so they turned around in fright and ran away and reported to the police... Haha.
Mo Qianyi felt sad when he heard it, and said, "Don't say it, it's already over, just keep these in the depths of memory, don't try to abuse yourself again."
Mo Luan didn’t seem to hear him, and continued to say: “I treat her as a younger brother and raise him hand in hand. Whoever sees him will have a good relationship. We will touch his head to make fun. This little guy will grow up. It's sister control, he is holding my arm and grinning."
...
"But no one thought that when he grew up, he wanted me to die with all his heart."
Mo Luan covered his face, "I'm not angry, I just think my education is a problem. I didn't realize his feelings for me earlier. If I had been earlier..."
"There is no if." Mo Qianyi raised his tone. "He is in this nature. Even if you knew it earlier, he would carry out his plan. If you don't get it, you will destroy it. This is his nature."
Mo Luan covered her face and did not speak. Mo Qianyi was very distressed. He could feel the self-blame and pain in her heart.
After all, it was her younger brother who was raised by herself.
The younger brother who has been loving and loved for many years, this kind of result will hit her unimaginably.
Mo Qianyi said: "You are not wrong. It is him who is wrong. Even if he dies in the end, it is his own choice. It is he who wants to die."
It was cruel and ruthless, but he had to say so.
He can't keep his sister in grief and pain, even if he pity the kid, but he loves his sister even more.
Mo Luan plunged into his arms, hugged him, and choked, "Brother, how can he bear to do this to me."
Mo Qianyi hugged her back. This was the first time he heard her call his brother after many years.
But it made him feel so heartbroken and sore.
Several brothers described his sister in his mind, saying how strong, powerful and versatile she was.
He has also seen the pictures and videos of her on the hot search.
It was an unruly and confident girl, as if nothing in this world could make her bend her waist.
But now, the girl choked in his arms.
This contrast caused Mo Qianyi's heart to twitch, and he began to hate that kid again.
Is he repaying his favor in this way?
He was not enough to describe it. He died a hundred, but left her the boundless pain, how cruel it was.
Mo Qianyi hugged her tightly, her voice was muted, "It's all over, don't think about him anymore, it's his choice, let him disappear in memory."