Mo Sheng stood blankly.
"You can't be an ostrich forever."
Check back.
If it's sunny there, then you stay there.
If the wind and rain are desolate there, come back quickly.
Put there, forget that person completely.
At the airport, Mo Sheng, who was no longer even his nominal wife, was sent away. Ying Hui looked up at the traces of the plane flying in the sky, and the feeling of loneliness spread in every corner of his body.
Did she understand the last sentence he said just now? She seemed surprisingly slow in some things.
"If you don't go back to the United States...then we won't be in touch for now," he told her before boarding the plane.
Does he still have a chance
Maybe there is.
That person named He Yichen may have fallen in love with someone else long ago.
How many people in the world are as stupid as Zhao Mosheng
The tea is fragrant.
Long years, but a few hours to finish.
"...It turns out that there's really more than one." Ying Hui finally said.
"Sometimes, she's surprisingly slow." Ying Hui raised his head and sighed, "The world is amazing, I didn't expect you to be the only person I can talk about these things."
Yi Chen didn't speak. After smoking the last cigarette, he picked up the clothes at hand: "It's not early, Mr. Ying, I'll go first."
"Why in such a hurry."
Yi Chen paused in his footsteps: "Mo Sheng is drunk, I'm not very worried."
Ying Hui laughed loudly: "Mr. He, are you showing off your success to a loser?"
Yi Chen didn't look back, he walked out of the cafe quickly, opened the door, and the cold air from outside rushed toward him.
Yi Chen took a deep breath.
It took a long time for the hands that were holding blue veins to burst out before gradually letting go.
It was two o'clock in the morning when I got home.
Mo Sheng was drunk and went to sleep, but instead became obedient, huddled under the quilt and motionless, still in the same sleeping position as before he left. Yi Chen gently took off his shoes, got into the bed, and hugged her.
She moved a bit, got used to the new posture, frowned, Yi Chen relaxed her arms, and then her brows stretched again.
Her nose filled with the fragrance of her hair.
Yi Chen said in a low voice, "I won't give you alcohol in the future."
She didn't protest, she still slept soundly.
Yi Chen couldn't fall asleep, he kept his eyes open until after four o'clock, sighed, got up and went to the study.
There is still a lot of work to be done, and even tomorrow, no, it is already today, and the materials for the court session in the morning have not been sorted out yet. For Yi Chen, this was really a rare cramming experience.
Busy till dawn.
Yi Chen closed his eyes sleepily, rubbed his brows, and when he opened it again, he saw Mo Sheng standing at the door of the study looking at him.
"Yi Chen, haven't you slept?" Mo Sheng asked him, biting his lips.
This was her little gesture when she was nervous, Yi Chen knew it.
"Come here." He waved.
When she came to his side, Yi Chen put her in his arms and placed her on his lap.
"Are you awake? I haven't seen anyone go to sleep when they're drunk."
"Eh?" Mo Sheng was probably confused by his attitude, and asked stupidly, "What do you do?"
"Do something meaningful..." He lowered his head to cover her soft lips.
After Mo Sheng fell into his arms breathlessly, Yi Chen was silent for a while and said, "I went to see Ying Hui last night."
The body in his arms suddenly froze.
"He told me that someone had searched my name on a search engine, and I wanted to ask that person, what did she find?"
Mo Sheng was silent, Yi Chen continued: "I just searched with your name and found that Mo Sheng won the photography award, you never said it."
"A prize that is not very famous... You haven't asked." Mo Sheng said in a low voice.
Yi Chen sighed and hugged her tightly: "I'm sorry, it's my fault."
"Mo Sheng tell me now, okay, what have you done?"
"In America?"
"Ok."
Such a gentle He Yichen, even when Mo Sheng was at his best in college seven years ago, never felt it, a gentle question easily brought out all her grievances over the years.
Mo Sheng began to talk about the things he encountered in the United States. When he first arrived in the United States, he couldn't speak English. He lost his way and couldn't read the street signs. Then he went further and further. Unpalatable things, she focused on describing how unpalatable a certain brand of instant noodles was.
"Then why don't you eat anything else?"
"Everything else is expensive. I was very poor at that time."
"Didn't your father give you money?" This was the first time Yi Chen spoke of Mo Sheng's father in such a calm tone.
Mo Sheng took a look at his expression before continuing: "Yes, it was a huge sum, I was startled at first, but when I read it in the newspaper, I realized... I sent the money to the embassy."
"Well, did the embassy write you a commendation letter?"
"I didn't leave my name, I sent it in a big donation from the Chinese people. In fact, I don't have any noble thoughts..." I just couldn't spend the money I bought with my life calmly, and I deceived myself that there was no such thing. Money, father will not die, none of this seems to have happened.