Love is like melting

Chapter 201
His life came from Fu Lan, but the person who conceived him for ten months and brought him to this world was not Fu Lan, but Yun Yingluo; Yun Yingluo, so far in his life, only Yun Yingluo has participated in the whole process.

Even if Yun Yingluo hated him, hated him, and never accepted him, so what?
His feelings and expectations for his mother for so many years have been placed on Yun Yingluo alone. It is impossible for him to transfer his feelings for his mother to Fu Lan instantly just because they say that Fu Lan is his biological mother.

He can't do it, and no one in this world can do it.

Lian Mo turned his head slowly, gazed at her affectionately, pursed his thin lips, and said earnestly: "Ayu, let go!"

Let go of your hatred for Yun Yingluo, let go of all the guilt and fear in your heart.

Let go of one thought and feel at ease.

Ji Yerong looked at him with eyes like dry wells, and her bloodless lips were tightly pressed into a line, mixed with her stubbornness and paranoia.

Fourth brother, you persuade me to let go because you will never know what she made me go through.

I can't forgive her any more than I can never forgive myself.

The eyelashes, which were as thin as cicada's wings, trembled violently, and she slowly closed her eyes for a moment, as if she was tired and wanted to rest.

Lian Mo knew that she was stubborn and refused to let go, so he didn't have any more words to persuade her, but just stretched out his hand and stroked her long hair gently, like an elder's compassion and doting on a child.

Near noon, Lian Mo pulled her up and changed her clothes, "Ming Xi and Long Pei are going back to the capital in the afternoon, and we will hold a banquet for them at the Presidential Palace at noon, and you will accompany me."

Sitting in front of the dressing table, Ji Yerong saw him combing his hair seriously, and made a hoarse voice from his sore throat: "So fast?"

Yun Yingluo was buried in the morning, and they were leaving in the afternoon.

"Long Pei is busy with affairs, so it's not suitable to stay for a long time. Naturally, Ming Xi will go back with him. The two of them are inseparable now."

It was windy outside, and Lian Mo tied up her long hair with a black hair tie and put it on the side. The black hair formed a clear contrast with her pale face.

Looking at the skinny and lonely man in the mirror, Ji Yerong felt very strange, not at all like himself.

Lian Mo brought a black woolen coat and matched it with an orange scarf to make her look less lifeless.

Arriving at the presidential palace was 10 minutes before the start of the luncheon, and they did not leave much time for them to catch up with each other.

In addition to Long Pei and his wife, Lian Mo, Ji Yerong, and Jiang Hanzhu also attended the luncheon as companions.

Before the banquet, Gu Mingxi saw Ji Yerong, and waves flashed in her clear eyes, and she could hardly believe her eyes. The skinny and lifeless person she saw in front of her was really what she wanted. Did you know that Ji Yerong? !

Gu Mingxi took the initiative to hug Ji Yerong, and murmured, "I'm sorry!"

Yun Yingluo is her mother, and Liancheng is her younger brother. She never thought that someone close to her by blood would hurt Ye Rong to this point, which made her a little difficult to deal with in front of Ye Rong.

Ji Yerong looked at her, neither sad nor happy, and shook her head gently, signaling that Mingxi doesn't need to worry about it, no matter what happened between herself and the people in Lian's family, it has nothing to do with Mingxi, and she will not have any negative feelings towards Mingxi because of this mood.

Perhaps it was because this was a farewell luncheon, and after this luncheon was over, the next time I wanted to sit at another table for dinner, I didn't know what year and month it would be.

In this era of advanced communication, convenient transportation, and progress in everything, the connection between people has become less and weaker; because there are many things in everyone's life, and there are always many things that can't be done. , meeting becomes very difficult and rare.

After a short rest after dinner, the people on Long Pei's side were ready to leave for the country.

Ji Yerong sent them off, walking with Ming Xi at the back of the crowd.

Gu Mingxi walked out of the presidential palace, and stopped suddenly. She looked back at the presidential palace of country M. It was majestic and majestic, which was very different from the presidential palace of country C.

The presidential palace of country C gave her a sense of tranquility and kindness, and the feeling of home; while the presidential palace of country M gave her a sense of solemnity and remoteness, but this should have been her home.

Ji Yerong's gaze shifted from the presidential palace to Gu Mingxi's alluring face, and he said abruptly, "Mingxi, I'm glad you didn't grow up here."

In this huge president, even though the scenery is boundless and he lives in the halo and applause, every human nature under the power has been corroded and distorted, and no one's heart is warm.

including herself.

Gu Mingxi was startled when he heard this.

After reacting, sorrow and grief instantly hit my heart.

"Yerong..." She hugged Ji Yerong again.

Ji Yerong also reached out to hug her. The only regret was that Xiange was not here. The three of them hadn't seen each other for a long, long time.

"Promise me, you must get better, forget about the past, and be with Lianmo well." Gu Mingxi pressed her lips to her ear, whispering a whisper between girlfriends.

Ji Yerong looked at the tall figure in the distance with his eyes, and gave a soft "hmm".

Long Pei had already walked to the car, waiting for Gu Mingxi to come over, took her by the hand to get into the car, and left.

Ji Yerong walked to Lian Mo's side and stopped. Lian Mo took her hand naturally, separated, and then intertwined his fingers, tightly like old tree roots that were wrongly connected, and could never be separated again.

Today's weather is good, behind the thick clouds, the sun broke through and scattered on them, as if putting a golden coat on them.

Jiang Hanzhu stood behind them, his eyes fell on their interlaced fingers, a touch of gloom and loss quickly passed by, very fast, very shallow, no one could notice.

Watching Long Pei and Gu Mingxi leave, Lian Mo and Ji Yerong did not go back immediately, but stood where they were for an unknown how long, when suddenly, white catkins floated up and danced all over the sky.

Ji Yerong came back to her senses, a trace of surprise filled her black and white pupils, she looked up and saw flying snowflakes, which confused her eyes.

Not only Ji Yerong, Jiang Hanzhu, but also everyone in the presidential palace were surprised, because they didn't hear that it would snow after looking at the weather forecast.

Only Lian Mo and Cheng Mu looked calm, as if they knew it would snow today, at this moment.

There is sunlight in the air, and snowflakes are flying, like a dream. This is probably the first time in the history of country M.

"It's snowing... Fourth brother, it's snowing." Ji Yerong spread out his palms, letting the snowflakes fall on his palms, slowly melting into coolness.

Lian Mo looked down at her eyes with affection, "Yes, it's snowing!"

This is a heavy snowfall exclusive to Ayu.

Ji Yerong let go of his hand, and opened his hands like an innocent child to let the snowflakes fall into his palms. He looked up at the catkins flying all over the sky, and his heart, which had been silent for a long time, gradually rose.

The snow came suddenly and violently. In an instant, the ground was covered with white snowflakes, and the treetops were also covered in silver and white. The entire presidential palace was covered in heavy snow, like a frozen castle.

Ji Yerong and Lian Mo stood in the heavy snow and refused to enter the house, even if the wind and snow blinded their eyes, even if the white snowflakes fell on the black hair, they instantly turned white.

Looking at Yinbai, they couldn't help but remind them of the moment when they first met when they were young. They both had a young and immature face. Especially clear and memorable.

Later, someone described this strange heavy snow as "In ancient times, there was a beacon fire show Zhuge, but now there is a bright sun and snow".

Knowing that there would be no snow in Yancheng this winter, Lian Mo spared no effort to let Cheng Mu spend manpower and material resources in order to let Ji Yerong see the heavy snowfall, just to give Ji Yerong a heavy snowfall that belonged to her.

"Do you like it?" Lian Mo took her cold little hand and walked in the heavy snow, the snow creaked under his feet.

Ji Yerong nodded slightly, feeling that he had not expressed enough, and added in a low voice: "I like it."

Lian Mo's thin lips smiled, as if he was talking to himself: "Just like it."

Walking hand in hand in front of the presidential palace building, Ji Yerong's cold little hand was held by him all the way, the temperature seemed to seep into her skin little by little, and gradually warmed up.

Before walking in, Lian Mo suddenly stopped, faced her while standing, and let go of her hand, "Ayu—"

Ji Yerong also stopped and looked up at his handsome face.

Lian Mo took out a ticket from his arms and handed it to her, his voice tightened: "This is a ticket to Rio, and it will take off in an hour. You, let's go!"

Ji Yerong's face froze in an instant, and his clear eyes were misty for a moment. When his lips were pursed, his voice was very soft and trembling: "You, don't want me?"

She never thought that he would drive her away!
The heart is constantly tightening, and the pain is raging in every inch of the body.

Lian Mo looked at the moisture that was about to overflow from the bottom of her eyes, her eagle eyes filled with distress, and quickly comforted her, "Fool, how could I not want you, I will never want you in my life."

"Why?" She bit her tender lips tightly with her white teeth, and her voice was difficult.

The thought of leaving him made her suffocate and couldn't breathe.

As soon as he finished speaking, the moisture in his eyes flooded his pale cheeks willfully.

(End of this chapter)