Mo Sheng stared at him for a long time, but still couldn't do anything, and couldn't fall asleep. His eyes circled around the room, and finally he stopped at the handsome face in front of him.
Yi Chen... It's really pretty.
Quietly kissing him, Mo Sheng finally felt a little drowsy, and she was thinking in her mind that she should get up early later...
As a result, when she opened her eyes again, it was already past ten o'clock, and Yi Chen was not in bed. Mo Sheng got up quickly, got dressed and walked out of the room, Yi Chen and Dad He were playing chess in the living room.
Mo Sheng called out "Uncle" embarrassedly, and Dad He nodded at her with a smile.
Mo Sheng walked to Yi Chen's side and whispered to him, "Why didn't you call me?"
"Hmm, um." Yi Chen held the chess piece in his hand, his mind was on the chessboard, he raised his head and said, "Go to the kitchen and help Auntie."
"Oh." Mo Sheng looked at the kitchen, only Ma He was busy, "Okay."
Ma He also smiled when she saw Mo Sheng coming in: "Xiao Sheng is up? Are you used to sleeping at night?"
Mo Sheng nodded hurriedly, she is probably the last to get up, will she be used to it? "Auntie, I'll get this one." He took the kitchen knife in Ma He's hand and cut the shredded pork thinly.
Ma He picked up the green vegetable wash on the side, and chatted with Mo Sheng, talking about everyday things. After saying a few words, she suddenly said "Oops", remembering a question that should have been asked a long time ago: "Look at me. Confused, Xiaosheng, my parents are also in this city, right? When will we meet for dinner?"
Mo Sheng was stunned for a moment, almost cut her fingers and bit her lower lip, should she say it? Looking up to see Ma He's kind and kind smiling face, Mo Sheng really didn't want to deceive, but decided to tell the truth.
"My dad..."
"Mo Sheng."
His words were interrupted, and Yi Chen appeared at the door of the kitchen, his face was a little pale, his jaw clenched tightly.
"This child! It's scary to appear out of nowhere." He's mother patted her chest.
Yi Chen's expression softened, but his eyes did not relax at all: "Mo Sheng, where did you put my coat? I can't find it."
"...Oh." Mo Sheng was stunned, washed her hands and went to the room.
The coat hangs on the shelf next to the bed, in a prominent place, you can see it as soon as you enter the room. Mo Sheng stood dazedly in front of the shelf, not knowing what it was like in her heart turning over.
Yi Chen took off his jacket from behind her.
"Don't think nonsense. I just don't want them to have any thoughts about you." He sighed and said, "Mo Sheng, you have to have some confidence in me."
If there was any bitterness in the words, Mo Sheng felt sore for a while, and she thought about it again.
"Yi Chen..."
"I'd rather you be a little sloppy and don't think too much."
Mo Sheng looked up at him. "But then you will find me troublesome again."
"You finally have self-knowledge." Yi Chen rubbed her hair, "It's very troublesome."
But it won't hurt.
"Go out to eat, auntie should have cooked."
During dinner, Mother He asked Mo Sheng's parents again, Mo Sheng only said that her father was deceased and her mother was abroad. Ma He sighed twice and didn't ask any more questions, thinking about convincing everyone to play three laps after dinner, which is good for body and mind. It's a pity that everyone didn't join in. Dad He was going to take a nap, and Yimei was going to take Zhang Xu to the famous scenic spots in Y City, so Mom He had no choice but to give up.
Yi Chen didn't get much sleep last night, so he used it to make up for sleep in the afternoon. Mo Sheng got up late in the morning and didn't feel sleepy, so when he slept, he flipped through his old things to play with.
An old exam paper can also allow Mo Sheng to study with relish for a long time, to see how his handwriting was at that time, and to see what questions he could get wrong. There is also Yi Chen’s previous composition texts, Mo Sheng will read each composition one by one. Yi Chen's argumentative essays were written extremely well, and they were usually around ninety percent. Mo Sheng thought that his argumentative essays were only over sixty at that time, and he couldn't help but feel jealous. Fortunately, his lyrical writing is not very good, and he finds a little comfort.
When Yi Chen woke up, he saw Mo Sheng sitting on the wooden floor rummaging through his old things, and he coughed to remind her. "Mrs. He, you are violating my privacy."
"Yi Chen, are you awake?" Mo Sheng raised her head, her eyes were bright and full of interest, "What else is there to do?"
She was really addicted to it. Yi Chen laughed and pulled her up: "Don't sit on the floor."
Bent over and turned over the scattered things on the ground, "Why does Auntie keep these things away?"
"How old are you in this photo?" Mo Sheng handed him an old photo. In the photo, Yi Chen is still young, handsome and tall, wearing the school uniform of Y City No. 1 Middle School and holding a trophy.
"Probably the first year of high school to participate in the national physics competition."
"Physics? Didn't you study law?"
"Well, but high school is science."
"I knew you were in No. 1 Middle School, and I also went to read in No. 1 Middle School." Mo Sheng said with infinite regret, "I could have gone to read, but then I thought that it was too far from home, and I would definitely not be able to get up in the morning."
"Fortunately, you are lazy." Yi Chen's tone was definitely glad, "Let me have a clean high school."
Mo Sheng glared at him fiercely. "Any pictures?"
Yi Chen took out the photo album from the upper cabinet: "Not much, no one in our family likes to take pictures."
The photo album is very old-fashioned, and it looks like it's a bit old. Opening the home page is a picture of a baby with the words - "One hundred days of Yi Chen".
The baby in the photo is white and tender, with a frown between the eyebrows, very bold. Mo Sheng stared blankly for a long time, then said incredulously: "Yi Chen, so you were born so serious."