"Well, Mo Sheng is very smart, what else?"
"besides… "
Mo Sheng thought that one day she would definitely talk about these things with Yi Chen, but she never thought it would be like this. There was no heavy feeling at all, as if it was the most ordinary chat, and the experiences that had caused her pain seemed to be gone overnight.
Conversation thins out.
The sky has fully dawned.
"Yi Chen, I'm not sad at all, I thought it would be sad to talk about this."
Yi Chen said quietly, "You have me."
Mo Sheng didn't make a sound, her head rested on his chest and didn't move. After a long time, Yi Chen thought she was asleep, but gradually, she felt a dampness on her chest.
It's Monday, and I have to go to work in the morning.
Yi Chen fought an unprepared battle for the first time, but when he went to court, he found that the prosecutor and the judge seemed to be more muddled than him, so everyone worked together until the end and the next trial.
Seeing Yi Chen's apparent lack of sleep, the relatives of the parties thought that he was working hard for the case, and couldn't help being moved.
When Mo Sheng went to work, her eyes were still red and swollen, Xiaohong studied her eyes seriously, and asked her in a heavy mourning tone, "Lovelorn?"
Mo Sheng lowered her voice to match her heavy mourning: "Comrade Xiaohong, do you want to invite beef rice to comfort the wounded?"
Xiaohong continued to think seriously: "Then don't lose your love."
The news about Ying Hui in the newspaper Lao Bai bought was the front page headline, Mo Sheng saw it when he walked past his desk, and took it over. In the newspaper, Ying Hui's life experience was reported at length, and there were many praises. At the end of the article, he did not change the characteristics of the tabloid, and made various gossip speculations about the wife in Hui's mouth.
Mo Sheng put down the newspaper and was stunned for a long time.
There are not many people she is familiar with in the United States. Sister Juan is one, but she has never contacted her since she returned to China, and Ying Hui is the only one left. In fact, for Hui, Mo Sheng was more grateful than other emotions. After all, he helped her so much, and he was drunk that time, but he didn't cause any actual harm in the end.
After hesitating, he still turned on the computer and entered the website of sosomail. Mo Sheng entered the mailbox that he hadn't used much since he returned to China, and found Ying Hui's email address.
The content of the letter was changed several times, and finally only one sentence remained:
- "Brother Ying, thank you for the incident in the hotel lobby yesterday."
A few minutes after the letter was sent, the mailbox indicated that there was a new email, Mo Sheng refreshed it and clicked to open it.
Recipient: Zhao Mosheng
Sender: IN
Subject: Re: No subject
don't have to
The two words that were extremely simple were rusty, and Mo Sheng's fingers stopped on the keyboard, not knowing what to say. The gossip I heard from the students at C University flashed through my mind, and I quickly wrote a reply—
"Brother Ying, have you seen her when you come back this time? Maybe you still have a chance."
I haven't heard back for a long time this time.
Mo Sheng felt a little regretful.
You may have overstepped yourself, and everyone has an untouchable part in their heart. That person may be Brother Ying's deepest wound.
When Mo Sheng and Yi Chen talked about this at night, Yi Chen glanced at her and said four words: "It's really slow."
Then he added: "Fortunately you're a little stupid."
Mo Sheng was stunned.
After more than a month, Mo Sheng regularly cleaned all mailboxes before seeing Ying Hui's reply. The date on the letter was two days ago.
Mo Sheng opened it.
Recipient: Zhao Mosheng
Sender: IN
Subject: Re: Re: Re: No subject
Not everyone seems to be able to stay lonely for a long time like He Yichen.
Sheng. I have changed my mind.
Also: Merry Christmas
Mo Sheng stared blankly at the screen.
The short two-line word, but it took so long to send out, maybe the person who replied to the letter typed it many times and thought about it for a long time.
At this moment, Mo Sheng seemed to understand something, but in the blink of an eye, that intuition escaped.
The mouse clicked the delete button, hesitated and moved it away, and finally just exited the mailbox.
She may never use this mailbox again.
That letter will lie quietly in a corner of the network, no one opens it, but it will never disappear.
In autumn, when the cold snap came, Mo Sheng quickly became fascinated with knitting scarves. Unfortunately, he always knitted the wrong stitches, and the looseness was uneven. Yi Chen was very grateful for her kindness, but why? Don't even dare to wrap it around your neck.
On Christmas night, Yi Chen invited Yi Mei and her boyfriend Zhang Xu to have dinner together. Zhang Xu was Yimei's boss boyfriend, he was very funny, and it was the first time Yi Chen saw him at this meal.
When I went out after eating, I found that it was snowing outside.
Young people and children jumped in the streets cheering the arrival of the first snow in City A this winter.
Mo Sheng and Yi Mei stood on the side of the road, waiting for Yi Chen and Zhang Xu to come back to get the car. Yi Mei smiled and said, "I originally wanted you to be a bridesmaid when I got married next year. Who knew that Yi Chen couldn't wait so much, but I can't blame him, he probably endured it for a long time..." He blinked ambiguously as he spoke.
Mo Sheng blushed, since when did Yi Mei become so rude.