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Chapter 1015 Qiao Yimo is the most paranoid person he has ever seen
Before going to work, Qiao Yimo went to meet Mo Xiaolan.

This time, Mu Qingxun showed unprecedented generosity, not only did not stop, but Qiao Yimo offered to let him accompany him, but was unexpectedly rejected.

Qiao Yimo was a little apprehensive at first, but on the way to see Mo Xiaolan, Qiao Yimo was relieved.

Mu Qingxun's domineering and domineering relationship, apart from his own personality, cannot be separated from his growth and experience.

Mu Zixu's abandonment, Mu Shi's indifference, and the blow to Mu Qingxun came from the bottom of her heart. The inferiority complex born from the bottom of her heart and the lack of confidence in her emotional instinct, coupled with the fact that Qiao Yimo and Mo Xiaolan grew up together this

The special friendship aggravated Mu Qingxun's sense of instability.

Mu Qingxun's external behavior in order to alleviate the inner instability is to prevent Qiao Yimo from having any contact with Mo Xiaolan.

This strong urge to not want Qiao Yimo to come into contact with male creatures other than him sometimes confuses Mu Qingxun.

He couldn't tell whether it was his distrust of himself, or his distrust of Qiao Yimo's feelings.

But this time, he was willing to let Qiao Yimo go to see Mo Xiaolan alone, maybe it could show that he was no longer confused.

He just didn't trust himself, not Qiao Yimo.

Knowing that it was her own fault, Mu Qingxun didn't want to restrain Qiao Yimo because of herself.

He promised her, let her do what she wanted, gave her enough freedom and personal space.

Qiao Yimo and Mo Xiaolan met in Peninsula Community, a place that accompanied them throughout their youth.

Peninsula Community is an old community. It has been ten years since Qiao Yimo moved out. The community is older and older than when she left. The children's play area at the gate looks like it has not been used for a long time, and the equipment is rusty. Ageing
, formed a thick layer of silt.

It was morning when Qiao Yimo arrived. There were three or two elderly grandparents sitting in the gazebo not far from the gate of the community. When Qiao Yimo walked to the seventh building and began to climb the stairs, he didn't see any younger ones. figure.

The community where she has lived for 21 years is inevitably eliminated by the younger generation.

Qiao Yimo climbed to the eighth floor, stood in the stairwell on the eighth floor, looked down, and seemed to see the figure of himself shuttled in the stairwell in those years, and could even hear the echo of his feet stepping on the stairs.

Returning to a familiar environment, one cannot avoid recalling the past.

Qiao Yimo took a deep breath and looked up at the reddish-brown gate in front of him. The upside-down blessing character in front of the gate has been corroded and faded by years of wind and sun, but it is still stubbornly stuck to the gate.

However, Qiao Yimo couldn't remember when this was posted.

Shaking his head, Qiao Yimo walked to the door and knocked on it.

Qiao Yimo made this movement a little awkwardly, after all, this was her home.

Now, when she returns to "home", she wants to knock on the door.

Before the awkwardness spread to his heart, the door opened from the inside.

Qiao Yimo took a step aside, allowing the door to open without hindrance.

"You came."

The man's sandy voice came from the front.

Qiao Yimo shook hands, and his eyes fell on the man standing at the door.

Mo Xiaolan was wearing a simple and clean pure white round neck T-shirt and ankle-length light brown slacks. She was thin and long, but not weak.

The hair is fluffy but unruly, the eyes under the two black eyebrows, the pupils are like spots of paint, staring at Qiao Yimo deeply and brightly.

Looking at Mo Xiaolan like this, Qiao Yimo suddenly thought that Mo Xiaolan once said that he likes this kind of dress the most, because it is comfortable and simple, and it is most like himself.

Qiao Yimo remembered this, so every time Mo Xiaolan went to work at Mo's and wore a formal business suit, she silently felt sorry for him.

"come in."

Mo Xiaolan stepped aside, her eyes still fixed on Qiao Yimo.

Qiao Yimo walked in.

Walking in from the hallway, Qiao Yimo's eyes moved around subconsciously.

"The superstar left two years ago."

Seeing Qiao Yimo's action, Mo Xiaolan knew what she was looking for, and murmured behind her.

Qiao Yimo was shocked, and suddenly turned her head to look at Mo Xiaolan, her dilated pupils trembling slightly.

"...No crime."

Mo Xiaolan inhaled.

The lifespan of a cat is only over ten years. Even if Mo Xiaolan didn't say anything, Qiao Yimo knew in his heart that the superstar was probably gone.

Qiao Yimo swallowed hard, and said hoarsely, "That's good."

"Ah."

Mo Xiaolan pursed her lips.

"Thank you."

Qiao Yimo whispered something, turned her head and walked towards the living room.

Mo Xiaolan looked at her back, her black eyelashes drooping down, and silently followed her.

Qiao Yimo sat down on the sofa, lowered her head for more than ten seconds, looked up at Mo Xiaolan who was standing by the coffee table, staring at her cautiously, "Why are you standing?"

Mo Xiaolan nodded and sat on the single sofa.

After Mo Xiaolan sat down, there was another minute of silence between the two of them.

"The neighborhood has changed a lot compared to ten years ago," Qiao Yimo said.

Mo Xiaolan was stunned, raised her eyelids to look at Qiao Yimo, saw the unnatural flash of Qiao Yimo's face, Mo Xiaolan pursed her thin lips, "I didn't pay much attention, did it change a lot?"

"When I came here, I only saw some old people's houses, and the young ones have basically moved away. I'm still thinking, is this place going to be demolished..."

Qiao Yimo clasped his hands together, and said stiffly with the corners of his mouth.

Mo Xiaolan was silent for a while, then said, "You don't want to tear it down?"

"It doesn't matter whether you hope or not." Qiao Yimo smiled.

Mo Xiaolan stared at Qiao Yimo seriously for a while, as if trying to discern the deep meaning of Qiao Yimo's words.

If she doesn't want it to be demolished, he will spare no effort to preserve the original appearance of the community.

It's just that Qiao Yimo didn't seem to show great reluctance or concern about whether to demolish and rebuild this place.

Therefore, what she said just now was just explaining one thing, without any deep meaning at all.

Mo Xiaolan seemed a little disappointed.

He really wanted to do something for Qiao Yimo, whether it was to make up for her, or just to her, he wanted to do it for her.

But Mo Xiaolan found that Qiao Yimo has everything now, and there is nothing urgent to do that cannot be done.

This also led to what Mo Xiaolan wanted to do for Qiao Yimo, but she couldn't even find an entry point.

"What's your plan next?"

Qiao Yimo looked at Mo Xiaolan, tried her best to get rid of the uneasiness in her heart, and said in a normal tone to an old friend.

"...Maybe run both ways."

Mo Xiaolan said.

"Is it Japan and Ying City?"

"Ah."

"You are all doing big things. It is normal to fly around all day. It doesn't seem to make much difference whether you are in Japan, Ying City or Tong City."

Qiao Yimo frowned, "But it's better to settle down. This way, even if you fly around, you can have a sense of belonging in your heart."

What Mo Xiaolan was talking about was running on both sides, while Qiao Yimo was talking about Japan, Ying City and...Tong City.

Mo Xiaolan's Adam's apple rolled, and she stared at Qiao Yimo with sticky eyes.

"It still depends on you." Qiao Yimo said.

The corners of Mo Xiaolan's mouth curled up slightly, and her tone was soft, "Yes, I see."

Qiao Yimo's eyes flashed, and he said with a smile, "If I plan to travel to Japan, I will drag my family to find you. As my natal family, you have to be responsible."

Maternal family? !

Mo Xiaolan's heart trembled, followed by aftershocks.

Her throat tightened to the extreme, as if it was about to tear apart in the next second, Mo Xiaolan watched Qiao Yimo's eyes tremble violently, pain, panic and fragility flashed across his dark pupils one by one.

Mo Xiaolan tightly clenched her two fists, his eyes were tense and scarlet, "Yeah."

That "hmm" seemed to contain a mouthful of thick blood.

Qiao Yimo's eyes calmed down, she stared silently at Mo Xiaolan like this for a while, and said slowly, "Actually, I have something I want to ask for your help."

"You said."

Mo Xiaolan blurted out, impatiently.

"I hope you can forget the past and start living again, and be happy." Qiao Yimo said slowly, curling the corners of her lips.

Mo Xiaolan, "..."

"is it okay?"

The veins on Mo Xiaolan's forehead meandered to his temples. He stared at Qiao Yimo, and after a few seconds, he quickly wiped his face with both hands, "I don't know if it can be done."

"How do you know you can't do it if you don't try?" Qiao Yimo said softly.

"what should I do?"

Mo Xiaolan looked at Qiao Yimo with hesitant eyes and a hoarse voice.

Over the past 30 years, in Mo Xiaolan's eyes, Qiao Yimo was the only direction and goal.

He didn't know, after he lost Qiao Yimo, how should he make himself happy?He lost his way.

"How about opening up?"

Only by opening her heart can she come out of his heart, and others can enter his heart.

Looking at Mo Xiaolan's confused, entangled and painful look, Qiao Yimo's heart was also sore, she raised the corners of her mouth, and continued softly, "Alan, let's make an agreement."

"what?"

Mo Xiaolan looked at Qiao Yimo anxiously.

"Before then, we don't meet or contact each other," Qiao Yimo said.

Mo Xiaolan's face turned pale suddenly, her thin lips trembled and straightened, the pain in her eyes soared, and she stared at Qiao Yimo sadly.

"When will you open your heart and feel happy, see you later."

"One, must it be like this?"

Mo Xiaolan's voice was unbearably hoarse.

Qiao Yimo narrowed her eyes, her voice was firm, even cold, "Well, it must be."

Mo Xiaolan felt as if a knife was stabbing his internal organs vigorously, his eyes staring at Qiao Yimo burst red, as if thick blood would spurt out in the next second.

now.

The thought in his mind was that if he could not see her alive, it would be better to die.

Qiao Yimo squeezed her fingers tightly.

Mo Xiaolan was the most paranoid person she had ever met. Whoever he recognized, he could only allow this person to exist in his world.

If he can't do what he wants, he will definitely entangle to the end.If he still can't get what he wants after exhausting all methods, he might destroy it himself.Destroy yourself, or destroy the other party.

Qiao Yimo knew very well that if she kept moving under Mo Xiaolan's nose, Mo Xiaolan would not be able to see anyone else except her.

He feels guilty towards her now, so naturally he is willing to listen to whatever she says.

But as time goes by, it's hard to guarantee what will happen to Mo Xiaolan.

"Alan, you know me. I usually don't make decisions, but once I decide to do something, I will stick to it. I said I won't see you before that, so I definitely won't. Of course, you can also choose not to agree. but yes

Yes, we won't meet again..."

"This is the only thing you want me to do for you. I promise!"

Mo Xiaolan interrupted Qiao Yimo with a hiss.

"It's a word."

"A word is settled!"

(End of this chapter)