Chapter 240

At the dawn of the lantern, night is approaching, and the bustling Jiangrong is more lively than during the day.

On a road full of roadside trees, passers-by looked at a man and a woman standing in the middle of the road in surprise.

The woman's dress is fresh, her figure is plump, and she has a mature and sexy temperament.

The young man, with white hair and a dull look, turned his head slightly to one side and seemed afraid to face the eyes of a mature woman.

"Sister Mo, I still think..."

After Mo Yan asked that sentence, Zhang Zhiqin stood in place, looking as if she had been struck by lightning.

Mo Yan did not urge, but looked at him calmly.

Finally, after a long silence, Zhang Zhiqin said calmly:

"We seem, well, how to say, I never thought we could fall in love."

Zhang Zhiqin scratched his ears and cheeks and finally expressed his meaning clumsily.

"It doesn't matter. You can think about it from now on."

Mo Yan is still calm, even with a rare tenderness and expectation on his face.

Zhang Zhiqin looked down at the woman who was almost seven years older than before. Her outline was a little sharp, her eyes were bright, and her shawl hair just fluttered slightly in the wind, with a trace of softness belonging to women.

At the moment, her breath seemed to be slightly short, and her eye-catching chest began to fluctuate gradually.

Zhang Zhiqin couldn't help swallowing his saliva and desperately simulated the picture of himself and Mo Yan in his mind

But he couldn't think of what that picture should be like.

"Sorry, sister Mo, I really can't think of it. I may..."

Zhang Zhiqin muttered, "not ready yet."

His voice was very small, but the night wind grew stronger and blew his words into Mo Yan's ears.

The atmosphere suddenly solidified.

Mo Yan looked at Zhang Zhiqin, but the smile on his face did not decrease at all, but said faintly:

"Let go."

"Oh. Yes, yes. "

Zhang Zhiqin found that his hand was still holding Mo Yan's waist. He quickly let go.

Mo Yan turned and left.

"Sister Mo, wait!"

Zhang Zhiqin shouted behind, but Mo Yan didn't even look back. The plump and sexy figure soon disappeared into the night.

"Why did you leave?"

Zhang Zhiqin stood still.

"Are you angry? Not quite. She usually kicks me when she's angry. "

Zhang Zhiqin scratched her head. She didn't know what to do, so she had to go home silently.

It was already 9:00 p.m. when he got home. His parents went to Lincheng to visit relatives. He was not here these two days. Zhang Zhiqin sat down on the sofa and felt a little difficult. He took out his mobile phone and sent Mo Yan a wechat:

"Sister Mo, are you home?"

A prompt appears below this message:

"Mo Yan opened the friend verification. You are not his (her) friend yet. Please send a friend verification request first... "

Zhang Zhiqin: "

What's going on?

Sister Mo pulled me black?

Zhang Zhiqin incredibly dialed Mo Yan and was cut off after only two rings.

He sent another text message: "sister Mo, are you really angry?"

Wait ten minutes, no reply.

I waited another half an hour, an hour... Until late at night.

Zhang Zhiqin woke up from the sofa, wiped the saliva around her mouth and picked up her mobile phone.

Mo Yan still didn't reply to the text message.

Zhang Zhiqin sat blankly on the sofa. After a long time, a word finally came out:

"Fuck!"

……

The night is getting dark, Lanheng garden.

"Good night, sister Yao."

"Well, good night."

After taking a bath, Lin Yao said good night to Fangfang and went into her bedroom.

She lay on the bed in a white nightdress, took the quilt and wrapped her body tightly in the quilt.

But he opened his eyes wide and couldn't sleep.

At dinner, she was very envious of Fang Xiaole and Fang Shengnan talking on the phone with Fang's mother. There was no estrangement and free communication between mother and son and mother and daughter.

At the moment, in the dead of night, everything was quiet, and Lin Yao couldn't help thinking of her mother.

Lin Yao's mother's name is Hai Yao, a rare surname, and Lin Yao's name takes his father's surname and his mother's first name.

It can be seen that the relationship between Lin duanzheng and Hai Yao was very good, but I don't know why, the relationship between husband and wife gradually became cold.

After Lin Yao was about ten years old and her grandmother died, Lin Yao's mother came home less and less.

The communication between their mother and daughter was limited to making phone calls once a week and giving her a separate pocket money every month.

When Lin Yao went to Kyoto University, the interval between calls became a month, half a year, or even a year

The only constant is that every month, her mother will insist on remitting pocket money to Lin Yao. With the rise of prices, the amount of pocket money is also increasing.

In the past, bank card transfer was used. Later, with the popularity of wechat, wechat transfer was used.

Lin Yao opened wechat and saw the contact named "Mom" in the third column of the contact list.

The second column of the list is "Dad", and Lin Yao has set her parents' wechat at the top.

At this time, she entered the chat record with her mother, in which there were rows of transfer and refund records.

Mother transfers a living allowance to her via wechat every month, but Lin Yao never receives it. The next day, the money will be automatically refunded.

The mother will still transfer the money to her on time next month. She still doesn't accept it and will be refunded automatically the next day.

Such a scenario will be staged regularly at the end or beginning of each month.

This seems to have become the only way for mother and daughter to communicate.

Lin Yao sometimes wondered if there was a programmed machine at the end of wechat that would automatically transfer money at a fixed time, and her mother might have forgotten her long ago.

Ding.

Suddenly, a new message suddenly appeared in the wechat dialog box.

Mom transferred her money again.

Lin Yao just remembered that today is October 31, and it's the day of transfer and automatic refund at the end of each month.

This time, Lin Yao still didn't receive the money, but she sent a message to her mother:

"Mom, I have enough money to spend. You don't have to give me money."

After the news was sent, Lin Yao stared at the mobile phone screen with expectation in her eyes.

Ding.

Finally, her mother sent her a message:

"OK."

Only one word.

Lin Yao bit her lips and typed again:

"Mom, I want to call you. I have something to tell you."

This time, her mother didn't reply. Lin Yao held her mobile phone tightly with both hands. Light cyan blood vessels could be seen on the back of her slim hands.

Five minutes later, Lin Yao's cell phone rang, her beautiful eyes suddenly opened, and her eyes were full of surprise and anxiety.

It's mom's phone!

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Yao gently pressed the answer button, and then stuck her mobile phone tightly to her side face.

"Mom..."