Wrong love: the first is best not to meet

Chapter 115

"I'm going to start." Mo Xuan picked up the chopsticks with a smile, and when she was about to eat, Xiao Qi's voice from the side reached her ears in a low voice, "Lara, I saw your ex-husband today."

When her fingers stiffened, the chopsticks slipped from her fingertips.She paused, then bent down to pick it up, and said in an embarrassing voice, "Where did you meet him?" There was a little tremor at the end of the sentence.

Xiaoqi was also slightly stunned seeing her like this, "Um, Forum Square."

"What is he doing there?" She picked up a chopstick again and ate with her head down.If he doesn't stay in the hospital for treatment, what is he doing here?

"I'm painting." Xiaoqi said, while digging out a straight tube from the pile of things she was carrying, "I didn't tell him that I knew you, but I wanted to buy a painting with him, so he asked Send me off."

Xiaoqi handed over the painting in her hand.

The fingers that took the painting trembled, and Mo Xuan slowly spread the painting.But when she saw the contents of the painting, tears suddenly fell down, and she stretched out her hand to wipe her eyes indiscriminately.

Obviously decided not to shed tears for you anymore.It was clearly decided that way.


On the screen, the girl is sitting quietly with a slight smile in her eyes, and behind her are large patches of purple lavender.

In the lower right corner is a shallow handwriting. "Mylove." It was Gu Xicheng's handwriting that she was familiar with.

Tears fell down more and more urgently.

Xiaoqi hurriedly took out a tissue and handed it to her, "Don't cry, you. You are still two years older than me, crying like a child. Why don't you go find him?"

What else did she want to say, Mo Xuan sniffled suddenly and said, "Is he alright?"

Xiaoqi was slightly stunned, and then realized that the he she was talking about was Gu Xicheng. "Very thin, with a very pale complexion, he rests while painting, and holds his stomach from time to time. By the way, he keeps coughing."


Mo Xuan was slightly stunned, and it took a long time to wipe away her tears. While rolling up the painting in her hand, she asked, "Can you help me look after the store this afternoon? When Ji Yan comes, you can go back with him. Remember to wait for me when I come back." .”

She ran outside while talking, Xiaoqi shouted from behind, "We are waiting for you, we must come back happily."

"Yeah." There was a tearful voice.She didn't look back, and kept running outside.

Not long after leaving the shop, he bumped into a person, raised his head again, and met Li Ao's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

As if meeting a savior, she grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Li Ao, hurry up, lend me the car, I have something urgent." Before Li Ao could speak, she dragged Li Ao over.


along the way.

Mo Xuan sat on one side, her eyes were fixed on the front, and she kept saying, "Li Ao, hurry up. Can you hurry up?"

"What's the rush? I've never seen you being so flustered." Li Ao was driving the car while squinting at Mo Xuan, his eyes were deeply puzzled.

"Just drive quickly. Don't ask so many questions." The menacing appearance was completely different from the soft and weak little girl before.

Li Ao looked at her and his eyes dimmed slightly. "Don't worry, I'll drive faster." It was a comforting tone, gentle and pampering.


When the car arrived at the location, Mo Xuan opened the door and rushed down.

Li Ao sighed slightly, looking at her back, a slight smile emerged from the corner of his mouth.He got out of the car and followed her, only to see her almost blindly looking at everyone who was painting.

He didn't ask, but just followed her not far or near.

She walked chaotically for a long time, finally stopped, squatted down slowly, and hugged her knees.


Li Ao stepped forward, knelt down in front of her, and said in French, "Are you looking for something? Don't give up so easily. Hope, maybe it's at the next intersection."

Hearing this, Mo Xuan suddenly raised her head and looked straight at him, holding the painting tightly in her hand, never letting go.

"Thank you, Li Ao." She stood up and ran away again.

Li Ao sighed, still following her closely.Not too far away.


When Mo Xuan saw the thin and tall figure not far away, tears welled up in her eyes again. She reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.

Step by step towards the familiar figure.

Even from a long distance, even if he has lost so much weight, she can still recognize him at a glance.

She walked over step by step, holding the painting tightly in her hand.His fingers even trembled slightly.


Standing three steps behind him, she watched his fingers trace on the white paper, looked at her own face on the drawing paper, and looked at his bony fingers.

"Xicheng..." she whispered softly.

The man in front of him didn't turn his head back. After a long time, he looked at his painting in disbelief. The pen in his hand slipped from his fingertips. He turned around slowly and said in a trembling voice, "Mo Xuan, it's really you……"

"Well. It's me. It's me." She took a step forward, hugged him, and buried her face in his chest, "You idiot, who told you to come here without medical treatment? Who told you to draw mine? "

Gu Xicheng stretched out his hand, also wrapping around her waist, "Because you are more stupid." His voice was softer than ever before.There is actually a hint of pampering, mixed with indescribable tiredness.

Mo Xuan stopped talking, and moved closer to his body.However, Gu Xicheng felt his chest was wet and cool.


Gu Xicheng's eyes drooped slightly, and his long eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes, "Didn't you forget me? Remember?" There was an uncontrollable joy in his voice.

Mo Xuan sniffed, "I lied to you. Who told you to treat me badly? You let me down."

With just this one sentence, he already understood.Distress climbed to the brows, and there was deep guilt in the eyes. "sorry."

Mo Xuan said nothing.His face was buried in his chest, and his expression could not be seen clearly.


Gu Xicheng lowered his head and whispered as if sighing, "You shouldn't have come here." Obviously I hurt you so badly, obviously I made you so desperate.

"Why?" Mo Xuan replied with a nasal tone, her head still buried in his arms.

He retracted his arms, pursed his thin lips, but said nothing.

Because, I am afraid that I will never have the courage to let go of your hand.


After hearing no answer, Mo Xuan let go of her arm, and then handed over the painting in her hand. "It brought me here."

Gu Xicheng's eyes crawled with doubts, but when he saw the corners of Mo Xuan's mouth and the faint smile in his eyes in the painting, a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, "That girl from before is your friend?"

"En." She replied, and buried her face in his arms again, "I have a lot to say to you."

"Then let's talk." Gu Xicheng's warm breath hit his earlobe.

"But I want to go home and talk."

A gentle and doting look appeared on his face, "Okay, let's talk at home."


(End of this chapter)