Chapter 21

Mo moved his left thumb, the scar has already disappeared, when he was a child, so heavy scar, can also disappear in the body, now the injury can also disappear in the future time, from now on like a stranger, the end of the world forever?

"Cry when you are sad, and only when you cry will someone feel sad. You women have the right to cry! " It's still the elegant male voice, but it's not the taste in memory. It's more polite and alienated. Zhang lingshuo frowned slightly. There was not much expression on his face, but his handsome eyes stayed on Mo Hui's face.

Zhang lingshuo's words are like a basin of cold water pouring on Mo Hui's heart. Many years later, Mo Hui thought that if Zhang lingshuo didn't say that, would she rush to tear up Qingjun's man and avenge her years of grievances. But he beat her back to the original place with a light word, so that she couldn't scratch Zhang lingshuo and could only stare at him.

Looking at his bright eyes, he murmured. Thousands of words choked in the throat, tossing ups and downs, how much Acacia, how much suffering.

Don't look back and sketch the scenery at the foot of the mountain in your mind. In this season, the trees are full of shade at the foot of the mountain, and the high and low houses are hidden among the trees. This kind of peace has always been her yearning, but now she wants to escape, whether he is still here or not. She just wanted to run far away, to the ends of the earth, to the place where she could never see him again.

Mo huidingding looks at Zhang lingshuo. In front of her, Zhang lingshuo overlaps with the one in the memory, which makes her unable to tell whether it is reality or memory. Clench the tight side of the fist, let the nail deep into the palm, let the physical pain wake up.

Looking back slightly, his eyes showed deep sadness. A teardrop still hung in the corner of his eyes. There was a kind of touching vulnerability and beauty, staring at Zhang lingshuo sitting in the pavilion.

"A man like you deserves to say that?" In the end, she can only spit out such a plain sentence.

"If you have a heart, you will understand."

"Do you have a heart?"

"Naturally. We are just new acquaintances. Why do we say that? You are not indifferent to others, but angry at me. Do you take a fancy to me? "

This sentence makes Zhang lingshuo want to cut himself with a knife after many years. What bullshit he said!

Mo Hui looks at him with Zhang lingshuo's incomprehensible eyes. He is smiling, but his smile doesn't reach the fundus of his eyes. There is still a cold light in his eyes.

She couldn't mistakenly recognize the coldness. Even if he was kind to everyone, there would be coldness in his eyes, because he didn't really accept a person. When she was young, she was cheated by his expression. Later, he cared about her. Even if he was not good to her at that time, as long as he looked at her with such a gentle expression, she would be quiet and feel valued.

Why do you know him so well?

Isn't it good to be cheated so gently by him now?

Thinking of this, Mo Hui's heart hurt even more, muttering to himself: "first acquaintance, good first acquaintance..."

Mo Hui's world suddenly looks like a big hole. It turns out that he has forgotten her.

Yeah, forget it, forget it!

The vast sea of people, who met who, who left who, who said to remember, who said to forget who

New acquaintance

How polite! How polite! How distant!

Mo Hui felt that she was holding a long breath and almost broke her body, which made her gasp a little. There was a thick smell of fishy and sweet in her throat. She thought she would vomit blood, but she didn't. She was only staggered by the fishy smell in her throat, and her gait was unsteady.

Zhang lingshuo hugs Mo Hui. This woman is so strange that he can always think of someone who is not half like her. One is silly, the other is cold, so cold that people have the illusion that their heart is dead.

"Let go of me!" The fishy sweetness in the throat is not scattered, and the speech is hoarse.

"If you want to hate people, keep your strength! I can't even hate such a weak body. " Zhang lingshuo flashed a touch of worry at the bottom of his eyes, but his mouth was full of words.

At the end of the speech, he was a little annoyed. He seldom lost control of his emotions, but he made an exception for this woman.

"I don't need you to ask whether I'm dead or alive!" Mo Hui said coldly and walked away.

"Stubborn women, even if they don't want to know me, also look at the time and occasion. Now it's so dark and the road is rough, can't you just let go of your indifference? " Zhang lingshuo followed her, shining for her, reciting words.

But Mo Hui couldn't wait to escape from such a pressing feeling. He stepped on the stone steps and fell back uncontrollably.

She thought she would fall badly, so she closed her eyes and waited for the physical pain she was about to bear. She didn't know which hurt more physically or mentally.

No matter how painful it is, it's better to be entangled with him.

A moment later, instead of waiting for the expected pain, she fell into the warm arms behind her.

"What a trouble!" That's what Zhang lingshuo said.Realizing that she was held by him in her arms, Mo Hui struggled hard, but affected the scars on her hands. She breathed bitterly, and her tears rolled in her eyes. However, she insisted on not letting the tears slide down, and her pale face turned red. For a moment, she could not say anything to refuse the man who made her at a loss.

"Stubborn woman!" Zhang lingshuo took a close look at the little woman in his arms for a while, then he reluctantly turned his eyes and handed her the mobile phone in charge of lighting. He picked her up and carefully did not touch the small wounds on her body. She is almost terrible light, slender skeleton, thin body, light shallow breathing, fragile as from his arms disappear at any time. Zhang lingshuo smoothed his mind, holding the woman in his arms and walking carefully along the rugged and dark mountain road.

Mo Hui tries his best to let himself abandon all perception at this time, let himself forget the fact in his arms, ignore his steady and powerful heartbeat, ignore the warmth in his arms, ignore their close contact. Only in this way can she be a little bit safer.

And Zhang lingshuo is wholeheartedly relying on the light is not too bright to distinguish the rugged mountain road, in case they are not careful to roll down the cliff, inadvertently looking for a topic.

So, they were speechless all the way.

The darkness was gradually scattered by the dim yellow street lamps in the town, which pulled their figure very long and projected on the smooth stone road.

On both sides of the road are houses of different heights, which are built by the townspeople at will. In the daytime, there are all kinds of houses. At night, there are dark outlines standing quietly on both sides of the road.

Because the atmosphere is so quiet, we can hear the sound nearby.

Some people pour foot washing water outside the door, and then close the door; some people are yelling at the child, but the child can no longer say a heavy word when crying; some people are chatting happily, talking about the trivial things of the day

These are the warmth of a home. What about her home?

Mo Hui thought sadly that she had never had a real home, never had.

She once wanted people, do not want her, do not want her!

She lowered her head, like a lifeless doll, and even her breath became light.

Zhang lingshuo seems to feel Mo Hui's sadness, so he hugs Mo Hui more tightly, quickens his pace and walks towards her home.

**

Zhang Qing is sitting in front of the shop picking beans. The lights in the shop and the light in the yard shine on her together. She is in a trance, which makes people not really see her. Her expression is very calm, it should be said that as usual, there is nothing unusual.

When she heard a steady sound of footsteps, she raised her head slightly in consternation and looked at the people breaking out of the dark at the end of the path.

The president is holding her thin boss.

"President..." Zhang Qing was stunned for a moment, then asked, throwing the beans on the table, and quickly pulled the bench. Her pretty little face was still full of anger. Looking at Mo Hui, she hesitated, "you What's the matter with you? "

She has a bad habit. When she is angry, she doesn't like to call others. Just like now, when she is angry, she doesn't want to be called by the boss.

Zhang lingshuo gently placed her on the bench in the shop.

"She was scratched by accident. Give her some anti-inflammatory drugs first." Zhang lingshuo evaded the heavy and gave up the light. He bent over to examine Mo Hui's wound carefully, but Mo Hui blocked him. His hand gave him a meal. Jun could not see any unhappy expression on his face. He said to Zhang Qing, "do you have any medicine?"

"Yes, I'll go upstairs and look for it." Zhang Qing reluctantly went upstairs to look for medicine.

For a while, there were only two left.

The atmosphere remained silent.

"You go!" Mo Hui bowed his head, gently moved his injured leg and refused his kindness.

"That's it? Use up others to discard! How cold-blooded Zhang lingshuo smiles and looks down at Mo Hui. Junmou flashed a shallow admiration. As soon as she bowed her head, her fine hair fell down, revealing the delicate skin of her neck. Black and white matched each other and had a unique flavor.

"I'm just treating people in their own way. You can't be cold-blooded, Mr. Zhang. Please go! " The words are absolutely decisive, but the words are broken. Mo Hui's heart again raised a chagrin. She still didn't have much courage to embarrass him.

"Then you should be careful! Don't add to the injury! It's not nice to leave scars on a woman's legs. " Zhang lingshuo smiles and looks relaxed.

"Don't bother!"

Zhang lingshuo saw that it was useless to say more, and he no longer insisted on it, so he got up and left.

Mo Hui stared at Zhang lingshuo's leaving figure. Because of the darkness, the night light was not far away, and he soon disappeared in her sight.

He Just left? Don't get angry, don't swear, don't turn around?

"Here comes the medicine! Well, what about the president? " Zhang Qing ran downstairs with a medicine box in her arms and looked around, but there was no Zhang lingshuo.

"He's gone!" Mo Hui's sight is still confiscated, still looking at the corner where Zhang lingshuo left. The light of the street lamp only illuminates a section of the road, behind the corner is deep darkness.

"Oh. It's a pity that they still have something to say to him. " Zhang Qing showed a disappointed look. When she sat opposite Mo Hui, her face became cold again. She didn't get angry and yelled, "Hey, stretch out your hands and feet!"Don't reach out your hands and feet, let the scars exposed in the dim light.