There was no charcoal fire in the study room, it was icy cold, Mo Lingwei turned over and closed her eyes: "No need, let's get some rest earlier after processing."

Feng Shaojin smiled and sat down at the desk.

The dim light stretched the shadow behind the man, and Mo Lingwei turned her head, looking at the lonely back who was working at the desk, tossing and turning.

Feng Shaojin, like her elder brother, is a responsible person, but...

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Lingwei fell asleep in a daze.

When I woke up the next day.

Mo Lingwei turned sideways to look at the position beside her. The pillow was not wrinkled, and there was no trace of lying on it.

The documents on the desk have been reviewed.

Feng Shaojin stayed up all night again.

New Year's Day.

After Mo Lingwei got up, she went to the operating room and followed Feng Jiajun to the shelter to distribute food.

She changed her clothes and put on a hood, which covered half of her face, leaving only a pair of clear eyes like a lake exposed.

Mo Jinlan followed her on a horse, and asked self-consciously: "Shaojin said that you have a bad appetite recently, what do you want to eat, I went to a nearby peasant woman's house yesterday, and learned how to make a jar of refreshing sauerkraut. "

Mo Lingwei said nothing.

Mo Jinlan seemed to have gotten used to Mo Lingwei's indifference, and continued: "Tell me what you want to eat in the future, I can't do anything else, I'm quite talented in learning how to cook a few kinds of food."

Ms. Jingui, who used to open her mouth with clothes and hands to eat, has been reduced to learning how to cook sauerkraut from a peasant woman.

Mo Lingwei had mixed feelings.

Mo Jinlan didn't feel annoyed when she saw that she didn't speak for a long time, and followed her, talking about the weather, the interesting things that happened in the camp, and what she saw and heard.

Chattering, brisk and lively tone.

It seemed that he just wanted to tell her.

Mo Lingwei reined in the horse, half turned her body, looked at her fixedly, and asked, "What did Shaojin say to you?"

"Do you think I'm noisy?" Mo Jinlan realized something, covered his lips with his fingers, and asked weakly, "Is there anything you want to hear?"

"No." Mo Lingwei answered simply and neatly.

Under Mo Lingwei's gaze, Mo Jinlan had to bite the bullet and say, "Shaojin didn't say anything, but said that you seem to have a bad appetite recently, and you have become more and more silent.

There are only us two women in the camp, if you have something that even Shaojin won't know, you can tell me, I won't tell Shaojin. "

Mo Lingwei sneered: "You won't tell him?"

She seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, with a hint of sarcasm and mockery in her tone.

Mo Jinlan quickly stood up and swore with three fingers: "If I tell him, there will be lightning strikes, and I will die."

Mo Lingwei didn't believe this, she raised her eyes to look at the gloomy sky in the distance.

More than half of the snow has melted, and the road is full of mud mixed with snow, and the cart carrying grain behind is stuck in the mud, and the road is very difficult to walk.

Mo Lingwei looked back at the long line, her voice was hollow and ethereal: "I've always wanted to ask you something, and I used to think the answer was not important, but now that I think about it, I still can't get over it..."

"What's the matter?" Mo Jinlan bit her lips: "You ask, I'll tell you everything."

"In your heart, Feng Shaojin is the most important, there is no doubt about it." Mo Lingwei took a deep breath, her voice fluctuated slightly like emotions, "But for Feng Shaojin, you actually managed to Use Xiu'er as a bargaining chip."

Mo Lingwei actually saw Mo Jinlan's love for Xiu'er.

"I want to know." Mo Lingwei's eyes were cold and sharp: "At that time, if I insisted on not leaving with Feng Shaojin, would you really plan to kill Xiu'er?"