The composition of Si Sheng's photo is still messy.
It was a street, lots of people, messy, everything.
However, with just one glance, Mo Shangyun ignored the composition, ignored many pedestrians and sundries, and fell on the man who did not turn around unexpectedly.
Wearing a wide-brimmed hat, a black trench coat, and only half a handsome profile. The sharp eyes hide the murderous aura that can be released at any time, and the lip line with the right curvature is slightly tight.
In the picture, it is clearly the corner that is most easily overlooked, because he is standing there, but it is extremely conspicuous.
It should be a very familiar face, but it is inexplicably unfamiliar when it falls into the eyes at this moment. Mo Shangyun thought about it carefully, and then suddenly remembered some memories, but soon, it gradually sank again.
After a two-second pause, Mo Shangyun's pupils shrank slightly. Although her expression remained calm, the turbulent emotions in her eyes and the slightly trembling fingers completely exposed her mood at the moment.
After a while, Cen Yan had already poured a cup of boiled water. She picked up the cup and was about to drink it when she caught a glimpse of Mo Shangyun, who was standing still, and simply handed the cup over.
"Drink?" Cen Yan asked.
Mo Shangyun grabbed the photo tightly, and then lowered his hand.
She lowered her eyelids and looked straight at Cen Yan.
"Is there any trace of him?" Mo Shangyun asked word by word, his voice expressive.
Cen Yan retracted his hand, took a slow sip of water, and then replied, "No, just a photo."
Mo Shangyun's questioning has confirmed her guess—
[That person has indeed been with Mo Shangyun all the time. There has been no trace since the incident three years ago.]
What happened three years ago, even if it was her, Mo Cang would not talk about it.
Said to be confidential.
She doesn't understand those soldiers who stick to the rules, but she has no interest in asking questions.
All I know is that three years ago, in an action that cannot be made public, the three masters who grew up with Mo Shangyun sacrificed. Mo Shangyun was hospitalized for three months. Mo Cang didn't know what he was busy with, not even Mo Shangyun, who was injured and hospitalized. Take a look.
Even she waited for all the dust to fall, almost when Mo Shangyun was discharged from the hospital, before she knew what had happened. The so-called matter was ordered to die by Mo Cang, and all those who knew it were selectively forgotten.
Including Mo Shangyun.
After that incident to the present, for almost three years, Mo Shangyun has not been at home for more than a month.
Inadvertently turned to the photo at Si Sheng, vaguely guessed that it was related to this man, and got two sneaky people with familiar tattoos, so Cen Yan pulled Mo Shangyun here.
After a while, Mo Shangjun gave a faint "Oh", and then asked, "Who else is there?"
"Don't say anything else?"
Putting the water glass back on the table, Cen Yan looked up at her.
"Well," Mo Shangyun thought for a while, and said, "No more."
"Ask." With his hand on the table, Cen Yan tapped lightly with his fingers, "How am I with your dad."
Mo Shangjun hesitated and asked, "How are you and my dad?"
"Very good." Cen Yan replied extremely coldly.
Mo Shangyun: "..."
Just stop talking.
After a while, Cen Yan reminded: "Ask something else."
Mo Shangyun's mouth twitched, and the strength of his fingers almost crushed the photo, but he still asked kindly, "How is my brother?"
"Alright."
"What about grandpa?"
"it is good."
"Where are grandparents?"
"The same."
"Uncle?" The more Mo Shangjun asked, the more he dealt with it.
Cen Yan waved his hand, "Okay, it's fine."
Mo Shangjun stared at her closely, "Can you see someone?"
Cen Yan ignored her words and asked unhurriedly, "How are you doing as an instructor?"
"good."
Seeing Mo Shangyun's indifferent response, Cen Yan continued, "Chen Lu said you helped me last time."
"... um." Mo Shangyun responded perfunctorily.
Although I didn't expect Cen Yan to ask Chen Lu about her, but... Before this photo, these were all trivial matters.
"Mo Shangyun." Cen Yan called her suddenly.
"Um?"
Mo Shangyun responded.
Cen Yan put his hand down and said to her lazily, "Scream Mom."
It's obviously the most normal title, but when it comes to her mouth, that attitude is like a big sister in the underworld who makes people call her auntie, with an air of publicity and coercion.
But the absent-minded Mo Shangjun was stunned when she heard the sound. She carefully looked at Cen Yan's face that had not been touched by the years, thinking that Cen Yan had always been like this in her memory.
After a while, she opened her mouth and called her softly, "Mom."
"It's too stiff." Cen Yan frowned in dissatisfaction.
"… "
Mo Shangyun pursed his lips slightly, but did not answer.
On the phone, you can call out more cordially, but if you are really in front of you, no matter how you call it, it feels awkward.
During college, she spent more time with her tutors than her family; in middle school, she spent most of her time with several masters; in elementary school, she remembers the strict Grandpa Cen and the seemingly endless basic skills.
Going forward, there is basically no memory.
When her thoughts were pulled away, she suddenly heard two words, "Come here."
After a short pause, Mo Shangjun took two steps in Cen Yan's direction.
Cen Yan stood up.
Mo Shangjun was about the same height as Cen Yan, and when the two stood facing each other, their eyes were level.
However, Mo Shangyun pressed the brim of the training hat so low that it covered his eyebrows, and when he stood up, Cen Yan could not see Mo Shangyun's expression.
336. To be honest, what is a black eagle