cuddling in his arms

Chapter 81 That No Nutritious Conversation
"Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, go to Jiuxi." An Ziqing said in a deep voice, a little helpless: "I know that since what happened last time, you don't want to go to Jiuxi, you don't want to face your mother, but... ..."

"I know." Before An Ziqing finished speaking, Mo Xiaoli interrupted him.

An Ziqing smiled and continued: "Also, grandpa said that the third year of junior high school must go to him."

"Ah."

"Then get ready."

After saying this, he felt that everything that should be said has been said, and there is no reason to stay here anymore. He got up and looked at the whole room and said, "It's very clean."

"Luo Li took care of it." Mo Xiaoli said again.

She never thought that one day the two of them would discuss such unnutritious topics here.

"Well, I'm leaving." An Ziqing walked towards the door, the water that Mo Xiaoli had just boiled was already gurgling, boiling, and steam was coming out, tormenting the hearts of both of them at the same time.

"Are you sure you don't want to drink some tea before leaving?" Mo Xiaoli asked again.

"Okay." An Ziqing answered quickly, as if she was afraid that she would regret it, she sat down again.

The boiling water overflowed the tea leaves and was gradually filled. The room was filled with bursts of tea fragrance, and the reddish-brown liquid was gradually evenly distributed in the white porcelain cup.

An Ziqing took a sip of the tea and said, "It's very fragrant."

"Thank you." Mo Xiaoli also picked it up and took a sip, but then his tongue was burned, and he breathed out with his tongue out.

An Ziqing sighed helplessly, "Why are you still like this?"

"What's it like?" Mo Xiaoli asked puzzled.

An Ziqing didn't speak, but looked down and saw the pair of pink slippers with bear's head on Mo Xiaoli's feet. He bought them for her, but she never wore them. She always ran around the house barefoot. He wanted to have the whole house carpeted, but she disagreed, saying that the rooms should have wooden floors, and she liked the way her feet felt when they had wooden floors.

"Are you willing to wear shoes?" An Ziqing asked with a half-smile.

"Ah, oh." Mo Xiaoli uttered two monosyllables in an unclear manner.

The two looked at each other and smiled. They said nothing more, but they both seemed to have a thousand words to say, quietly thinking about each other.

As the minutes passed, An Ziqing's cell phone rang, breaking the silence.

"Brother, I'll wait for you downstairs in the company." It was a text message from Vianna displayed on the phone screen.

Sitting opposite An Ziqing, Mo Xiaoli frowned slightly when he read the text message, but he didn't reply. She had an impulse to go over to read the text message, but she couldn't, she could only hold back a dry cough twice.

An Ziqing put down the teacup and lit a cigarette, smoking slowly, the flame flickered, and under the daylight, it was almost impossible to see the light, this must be the protective color.

I don't know how much time has passed, maybe a long time, maybe just a moment, An Ziqing put out the end of his cigarette and raised his head to call her: "Ah Li..."

Seeing her leaning on the chair and sleeping soundly, the afternoon sun came in from the window and fell on her face, coating her with a layer of golden light, and there were glistening drops of water on her curly eyelashes, An Ziqing lightly pointed her finger Trembling, I wiped the drop of water and put it in my mouth. It was bitter and astringent, but it was tears?
I remember that when she was 13 years old, when Uncle Mo passed away, she cried so much that she cried. At that time, he repaid her tears. The taste is the same as now, it is so bitter and sour. : "Cry hard, get rid of all these astringent things, and you won't be sad."

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