Chapter 1518

The street lights on the viaduct kept flashing and retreating. Near midnight, there were few vehicles on the road.

"Gu Ruan, do you think he's here?"

In the car, Jian Rui, who was silent halfway, suddenly opened her mouth and looked straight at the windshield in front of her. She didn't know whether she was asking the people around her or herself.

"Of course."

As soon as her voice fell, Gu Xiaomian made a calm voice.

With his hands on the steering wheel, he also didn't look back, but his voice was resolute without hesitation.

"He can do what he says."

Jianrui nodded, but there was still a trace of tension in her eyes.

Neither of them spoke again, and silence returned to the car.

From leaving the city, Gu Xiaomian's speed was mentioned again and again. The speeding car was like the mood of the two people on the car at the moment, excited.

Until nearly an hour later, at 11:00 p.m., the car stopped steadily on a lonely mountain road.

The bright headlights swept through and lit up a black van in front of me who didn't know how long it had been parked there.

And... The boy leaning on the van.

The mountain wind was howling, and the boy's clothes and hair tips were flying in the wind. His thin and slender body was like a lonely Nighthawk. He slightly tilted his head and looked at the starry sky above his head.

So quiet and beautiful, it seems that I have never left and never changed.

Jianrui suddenly had a sour nose. She tried to blink, but her eyes were still uncontrollably wet.

Gu Xiaomian's eyes were also red. He took two deep breaths, patted Jian Rui's arm, and whispered in a hoarse voice, "get off the bus."

Jian Rui nodded. They opened the door and went out left and right, walking towards the standing boy.

It seems that the two worlds are slowly converging from this time. The people they talk about day and night finally stand in front of their own eyes.

Mo Xiujin looked at the two people who came close to him. The corners of their lips were slightly hooked and said with a smile: "Oh, you guys, I've only been waiting for three hours. It's really not cold, tired or boring."

Jian Rui, Gu Xiaomian: "

Some people, everything is good, just a mouth

When I don't speak, the years are quiet and good. When I open my mouth, I'm full of bad ways to beat me.

"Your uncle's." Gu Xiaomian's eyes were red. When he was teased by his sentence, he couldn't help laughing. He raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, walked forward and beat Mo Xiujin on the shoulder.

His strength is not light. It seems that only a little heavier can let the excitement in his heart vent a little.

Mo Xiujin was pushed back by his upper body, and his eyebrow was slightly picked: "the fist is very strong."

He stretched out his hand, his thumb and index finger stretched out their hands and drew a distance. He said proudly, "well... It's just a little worse than me."

"Why, practice?" Provoked by him face to face, Gu Xiaomian held out his hand with a sigh.

"Practice."

Mo Xiujin raised his chin and smiled and put his hand on his wrist.

The two broke their wrists in the air and tried their best, like returning to the childish game when they were young.

But at that time, the two would still clamor to decide the victory and defeat. They were so red faced and thick necked that now no one wants to really fight.

The wrist break lasted only five seconds. The two looked at each other and smiled. They put their wrists together and pulled each other into their arms at the same time.

Brother Gu clapped his shoulder excitedly and sighed: "brother Gu clapped his nose!"

"Brother."

Mo Xiujin smiled and only two words were enough to prove everything.

Those separated times, those who did not know each other's past, are particularly unimportant in front of these two words.

After the brother hugged, Mo Xiujin turned and looked at Jian Rui who had not moved.

Jianrui has been standing behind, staring at him.

Mo Xiujin shook his head with a smile, walked over and stood in front of her, raised his hand and compared his height with hers: "I haven't seen you for several years. Why are you so much lower than me?"

The tone was still a little whizzy, but with a gentle smile in his eyes and a gentle voice: "it seems that I have to change your name in the future, eh... Call it dwarf pistil, how about?..."

"Smelly brocade, dare you!"

Jian Rui still had tears in her eyes and a cry in her voice. Her big watery eyes stared at him fiercely.

When she was a child, girls grew faster than boys. She always laughed at Mo Xiujin for being half short. As a result, she didn't expect that this guy would still hold such a grudge and grow so tall after so many years.

"Don't you like it? I'll call you stupid Rui." Mo Xiujin teased her with a smile.

The familiar and intimate address made Jian Rui's tears unbearable

At the moment of calling out the familiar name, the tears in her eyes finally spilled out of her eyes and slid across her cheeks and jaw like broken pearls.

She was so angry that she raised her hand and hit him: "Why are you still so annoying!"

The pink fist hit him, but it didn't hurt at all.

Mo Xiujin smiled and wrapped her fist. Her eyes became brighter and brighter at this moment.

And in eukins. Yan's camouflage is completely different. The brightness at the moment is the initial sincerity after removing all the protective yarn and fog.

For so many years, he worked hard for this moment - to see familiar people and hear them call him familiar names.

Jianrui couldn't stop crying as soon as she fell. Now she was sobbing while wiping her back.

Mo Xiujin sighed and smiled: "why do you still cry so much?"

He raised his hand and gently wiped the tears on her cheek with his finger.

Jianrui sucked her nose, and her voice took a nasal tone: "you take care of me!"

"Well, well, I'll take care of it."

Mo Xiujin said, wiping her tears with concentration.

Gu Xiaomian stood nearby, his sleeve roughly wiped the corners of his eyes, and didn't come forward to disturb them.

At last, Mo Xiujin wiped those soft tears. Looking at the girl with red eyes, Mo Xiujin paused, slowly stretched out his arms and gently hugged the man into his arms.

"Stupid Rui knows to cry." The voice is like a whisper.

Jian Rui was buried on his shoulder. Tears easily wet the coat on his shoulder and made a deep mark.

She sobbed one after another, as if she had countless words and grievances to tell the people in front of her, but for a time, only a slight cry disappeared in Mo Xiujin's chest.

Mo Xiujin sighed, listened to Jian Rui's choking voice, stretched out his hand and gently patted her on the back: "if you cry again, you will become a little cat. Sure enough, Qiao Anning learned from you..."

The wind in the mountain was strong and cold, whistling and blowing around them, but it couldn't disperse the warmth of this moment.

Jian Rui leaned against Mo Xiujin's arms, sucked her nose and muttered, "I'm hungry. I brought you the leftover cake."

Mo Xiujin couldn't help laughing: "can't you buy me a new one if you still have leftovers?"