Bamboo horse is about to go wild: Qingmei is so ashamed to run!

Chapter 107

She ran to his house that day and shared with him the wine she had just stolen from her father.

The two of them seemed to be thieves and locked the door behind them.

I took two special small cups for drinking, one for you and one for me, and imitated the ancient people's way of making cups when they got married.

She drank it in one sip, but was choked up.

Yan Junyi was taken aback by her before he drank it down.

Put down the wine glass and quickly pat her on the back, smooth.

It didn't take long for her face to turn red, and then she was talking nonsense.

As for what she said, she had forgotten, and then fell asleep on the table in a daze.

In the photo, she was 12 years old lying on the table, her little face flushed, while Yan Junyi was standing next to her, his face was even redder than hers without drinking.

Looking at the line of neat and fresh words again, "The first time... I kissed her secretly".

Just guess what he did!
It turned out that he had a criminal record, no wonder the subsequent bold attack was so easy.

This bastard actually took her first kiss away so early!
He had lied to her for so many years!

Although she looked angry on the surface, her hand stroked the photo over and over again.

"Idiot, leave evidence!"

Continuing to turn back, Xia Yunmo was fascinated by it, giggling from time to time, and getting angry from time to time, as if possessed by a demon.

Xia Yunmo frowned when he turned to the next few sheets of paper.

There are no photos, but a few lines of text.

"Love but not, probably that's it."

"Being by her side forever, stepping on her footsteps and walking the path she walked on has become a luxury."

"I didn't expect that loving someone would be so painful."

"I'm so tired, Momo."

"Do you want happiness if I let go?"

"Momo..."

"Momo..."

The handwriting is very fragmentary, with one sentence at a time and one sentence at another, and the more it gets to the back, the more scribbled.

On the last page, there is only one word "Mo" densely packed.

Seeing Xia Yunmo's heart twitching, the further back it means that he is very close to now.

Gently touching the words on it, when and in what mood did you write these pages full of paper?

Thinking of his emaciated appearance a few days ago, tears flowed down drop by drop.

It dripped on one of the "Mo", and it was blurred.

Reaching out to wipe it dry, he choked out a sob.

Is she wrong?

She was just too afraid that he would leave her...

She just wanted to keep him, to keep his love...

She just wanted to satisfy her own selfish desires but forgot to think about him.

It turned out that his wishful thinking made him so sad.

"I……"

Opening her mouth, she wanted to say I love you but couldn't say it.

She is timid!

He is perfect, like Prince Charming.

Sometimes she thinks: she is really satisfied to be his friend, and she really dare not think about other things.

She couldn't get out of the door in her heart, blocking all her love for him.

It's not that she doesn't love, but that she loves too deeply.

……

Wipe away tears, organize my thoughts, and put the photo album back in the drawer.

Acting as if no one had touched it, he closed the door and walked out.

"Ding dong ding dong."

When the doorbell rang, she thought it was Yan Junyi, and ran to open the door quickly, but forgot that Yan Junyi had the key, so she didn't need to ring the bell at all.

Opening the door, a boy in a hat was holding a bag in his hand.

"Hello, your takeaway."

Xia Yunmo stared blankly at the plastic bag stretched out in front of him, touched his head: "I didn't order takeaway."

"It was ordered by a gentleman named Yan Junyi. He said that his wife had no one to cook at home, so he ordered a meal from us."

"I think you are Mrs. Yan, you are so young."

　Xiaoqing is going to visit the grave tomorrow~
　　You guys? ? ?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)