cuddling in his arms

Chapter 167 Parents' Love (2)
Hearing Aunt Zhang's series of words, Mo Xiaoli was startled, but his thoughts stopped at that sentence, 'You are more and more like your mother. '

Are you more and more like your mother?
"Come and sit, Xiaoli." When Mo Xiaoli was in a daze, Aunt Zhang had already brewed a pot of fragrant West Lake Longjing, and was waving to Xiaoli.

Mo Xiaoli walked over and saw Aunt Zhang busy at the table through a glass wall. She turned around and gave Xiaoli directions. Xiaoli got into the counter, walked through a short and narrow corridor, and saw a small room Aunt Zhang is laying out desserts one after another. A small table is covered with a circle of white cashmere blankets. It is fluffy and comfortable. Mo Xiaoli sits on it and looks around the room. The room is very small. This table for drinking tea is the only furniture in this room. Rows of shelves are placed against the walls on the left and right sides of the room. The luster is soft and crystal clear.

There is a bed against the innermost wall, a single bed, simple and tidy, and the other side is the glass wall. Sitting in this small room, you can see the situation on the counter outside through the glass wall. It's crystal clear.

"It's very simple and beautiful here." Mo Xiaoli admired.

"Well, sometimes I live in the store when I don't want to go home." Aunt Zhang nodded slightly in agreement.

She picked up the teapot and filled the two white porcelain cups placed in front of them, and the strong tea aroma escaped, making people want to take a few more breaths.

Mo Xiaoli shifted his gaze to the teapot, it was a glass pot, the light green tea could still be seen clear and bright through the teapot, Aunt Zhang seemed to like clear things very much.

Maybe she is also so transparent in life.

"My mother-in-law is very particular about these tea sets." Mo Xiaoli said.

"Yeah." Aunt Zhang smiled, "Xuemei has always been a fastidious person, she was a talented girl in school, proficient in chess, calligraphy and painting."

Mo Xiaoli listened, and then asked: "What about my mother?"

Aunt Zhang took a sip of her tea, looked at Mo Xiaoli, and said, "Xiaoli, there are many things, it is happier not to know than to know."

"But Aunt Zhang, even if it's not good, I want to know, because I want to live happily ever after." Mo Xiaoli looked at Aunt Zhang and said firmly.

Aunt Zhang looked at Mo Xiaoli with bleak eyes, but kept silent, not knowing where to start.

"Aunt Zhang, did you go to see your mother when she was sick?" Mo Xiaoli asked: "But you were so indifferent to mother at that time, it was just a routine, simple greetings, you don't feel sorry for the one who was treated by you A woman who lost her friend three times, why? Most people would sympathize, wouldn't they?"

Aunt Zhang laughed, "Xiao Li, I have to admit that your memory is really good. I don't remember anything about that time, but you still remember. How old were you then? You were 11 years old or not?" 12 years old?"

Mo Xiaoli also laughed, but she didn't say anything. In fact, she didn't remember many things long ago, even if she didn't have amnesia, but this time the hypnosis made her remember so many things all over again, like a new memory. It happened again and again, which is still fresh in the memory.

Aunt Zhang sipped the tea carefully, handed Mo Xiaoli a piece of dessert and said, "I made it myself, you can try it."

Mo Xiaoli took it, biting it delicately one by one, the taste was so similar to the one made by his mother.

The mist from the teacup stained their eyes. Aunt Zhang was concentrating on it, and said as if recalling: "Ziyi and we are good friends."

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Dear friends, my brain is going to burst, please allow me to sleep, I coded until [-]:[-] in the morning last night, I really can’t hold on today, thank you everyone!

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