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Seeing mu'an go, Jian Wenmo keeps up. His wife is angry, he certainly wants to coax.

Who wants to keep up, Mu an turned back and said very seriously, "don't follow me."

"Why?"

Play dumb.

No matter how smart a man should be, he must be stupid.

Mu an cold hiss, "do you think the baby has not been born to learn to fight first?"

She didn't want her children to learn such bad behavior.

With a glance at him, Jian Wenmo said nothing.

See Mu an up, a long time before going upstairs.

Just did not go to Mu an's bedroom, but went to the old man's study.

Knock on the door, heard the voice of vicissitudes inside: "enter."

Push the door in, the old man sat in front of the desk, it seems to be waiting for a long time.

There are two cups of tea on the desk. The tea is cold.

Jian Wenmo went to the desk and sat down. Mr. Mo looked at him. After a while, he said, "you look like your mother."

"You're much older than I thought you were."

Not the old face, but this head of vicissitudes of white hair, as well as the eyes inadvertently revealed the fatigue. No matter how sharp your eyes are, you can't hide your tiredness.

"If you mean this hair color, it will be white from the moment she died."

He didn't expect that one day he would get to such a point for a woman.

Looking at the white hair, there is no trace of guilt reduction in the heart.

"I hated her when she was alive, but when I heard of her death, I wanted to die with her at that moment."

"Why not dead."

Jian Wenmo asked coldly.

For the man who caused the tragedy of Jane's family, he didn't have any good feeling. There will be no pity at all.

"I'll keep what she cares about."

"Me?"

Jian Wenmo's sarcastic smile.

But the old man of Mo nodded his head.

"At the beginning, if you could not support the Jane family, the Jane family was defeated in that accident, and I would not let you live on the street, even if you are the child of the man I hate most, but you are also her son, and I love her..."

He did not learn before, but gradually understand at the moment of her death.

Love her, love what she loves.

To love her is not to imprison her in this cage, but to give her a pair of free wings, so that she can enjoy the world.

If he had understood it earlier, there would have been no such tragedy.

"Since you love her, let the man she loves be together."

Jian Wenmo said coldly, the master Mo slowly hooked his lips, and suddenly "giggled". Looking at the old man's smile in front of him, Jian Wenmo is a bit sad, a little happy, a little helpless, but more painful.

"When you get old, you always have unrealistic ideas. I just want to know before I die, whether she put me in her heart or not. If not, I will try my best to take back her ashes and bury them with me, but if there is Even if it's just a clue, it's enough for me, who is going to die. "

"So you let mu'an live here to see if I can find it. If I can find it, it must be the message left by my mother. If not, you will blackmail me with mu'an."

"Yes."

The old man's silk admits without any disguise.

"But you came faster than I thought."

Jian Wenmo draws out the photos that are close to his body.

A picture of the castle.

There are no characters on it, only the isolated castle.

At the back of the photo is a list of addresses.

No message, but a drop of tear halo dyed out a yellow circle.

Mr. Mo trembled and took the photo, looked at the familiar notes, looked at the familiar castle on this photo, and his eyes suddenly became moist.

"She, she remembers."

Everything in the castle is recorded in this photo.

Of course, it was sealed with this photo.

If her heart really did not have a little bit of his position, then there would not be this picture.

Those beautiful once, her laughter.

She said, "brother Mo, you are the best person to me."

She said, "brother Mo, we will be together for a lifetime, right?"

But gradually, her smile less and less, her eyes slowly only despair.

Her words became, "you don't trust me."

"You doubt me."

“……”

If he's not too jealous, don't let her touch any men. If he did not lock her too much in this castle, only let him see her beautiful.

Without his excessive possessiveness later, she would not have tried everything to escape."Shier, if time can come again, if we can meet again in the next life, would you like to give me another chance?"

Caressing the photo, the sound is full of pain.

It hurts to think of her.

He has a business empire, but he has few people to see the scenery with him.

He guarded the castle and was reluctant to leave. He didn't want to see the broad world outside and enjoy the luxury. He just didn't want to lose her breath.

Here, at least, there's something about her life.

Everything here is in accordance with the way she was there. These retro furniture is not how much he likes it, but that it has been for years.

She has never changed since she left.

Even if it is a little bit broken, he will find the best craftsman in the world to repair it. He is crazy and persistent, thinking that as long as everything does not change, she will be there.

But she had already gone.

Die in the arms of the one she loves.

And it was he who caused all this.

"Shier..."

Caressing the tears behind the photo, the past memory is always so clear.

He said: I won't let you cry again.

But he was the one who made her cry the most.

They loved each other.

He pushed her away with one hand, pushing her further and further.

"Poem son, this time, I let go."

Holding the photo, my eyes are blurred.

Tears fall on the photos, drop by drop, there is an increasing trend, even if Jian Wenmo is still there, he can not control his emotions.

Tears wet the photo, want to wipe with hands, but more and more messy, even the familiar handwriting are wiped off. Just when he couldn't keep it, new handwriting appeared on the photo.

"Brother Mo, I don't know if you will see these words. Should not, because you never shed tears for me, we quarrel cry that person will always be me, maybe one day I die, you will shed a drop of tears for me. I remember all your kindness to me. I loved you, always. But I'm going to get married, I have to forget you, forget you... "

Unfinished words, endless psychological entanglement.

Master Mo wailed.

Jian Wenmo quietly withdraw, this moment suddenly can not say who is right and who is wrong.

If he didn't love, he might attribute his fault to master Mo, but he knew he couldn't help it until he loved him, because he had made the same mistake

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