Dumb bride: Mr.Quan's spoiled girl

The sky drizzled, and Mo Yun stepped on the bluestone on the town road step by step with Quan Yuxi.

"The environment here is so good that you must be reluctant to give up after living for so many years?" Looking from the front to the back, he looked at the town one by one, and Mo Yun sighed heartily.

"When I left, I thought I would come back to have a look. I even set up a set of time and rewarded myself for coming back after doing something. But in a twinkling of an eye, I didn't come back for such a long time."

People are forgetful.

But if he forgets everything here, he believes it is because he has found something more important in his life and put it on hold.

"Next time, let's bring quesmo. He will like it."

Quan Yuxi took her hand and said, "OK."

Two people continue to go forward, after a small shop, Mo Yun boldly bought a big bag of snacks, let Quan Yuxi carry for her, convenient for her to eat while walking.

Their final destination is a cemetery where Quan Yuxi's parents, Tang Bo and Han Xinyun, are hidden.

"You don't move." Mo Yun is ready to reach out to pull out a weed beside the tombstone, but Quan Yuxi pulls her faster, "I'll come."

Patting the clay on the palm of his hand, Mo Yun looked at Quan Yuxi's back and laughed sweetly, "if you want to do this again, I will never leave you."

Put the flowers and fruits in order, Quan Yuxi squatted in front, his eyes were soft and his eyebrows were bright, "Mom and Dad, I brought yun'er to see you."

He took Mo Yun's hand and pulled her forward like a treasure. "She said that she might be inseparable from me all her life, but in fact, I can't leave her all my life."

With endless warm current flowing through her chest and the wind blowing in the distance, Mo Yun suddenly feels that at this moment, she can forgive all the reluctance, pain and despair in her life, and grasp life again, so that life can open a bright flower in the fertile soil.

"Parents, don't worry, I will love him well."

Leaving from the mountain, Quan Yuxi specially took her to a small town restaurant, a dumpling shop that used to satisfy his taste buds countless times when he was a child.

The owner of the dumpling shop didn't recognize him. Maybe he had changed a lot in recent years, or maybe the imperial seal of those years was too silent.

"You're new here. I haven't seen you before. You can rest assured of my family's taste. But none of the children who grew up here has never eaten this dumpling. They often come here after eating well."

"Yes, Madame."

Mo Yun and the landlady chat warmly.

Quan Yuxi is waiting quietly. The years may have been merciless, but fortunately it has occasional gifts.

"By the way, when you grew up here, didn't you have any good playmates?"

Quan Yuxi only lowered his head and said a word.

"No

Although he didn't know the reason, he didn't want to say that Mo Yun was not easy to ask.

She turned her head and looked out of the window. It was just winter. In autumn, the withered trees began to frost, and pedestrians on the road raised their collars to block the cold wind.

The children in the corner get together and don't know what new games to play.

Mo Yun took a deep breath and drew his eyes back from the window.

As soon as I looked back, I met Quan Yuxi's hot eyes. It turned out that she was looking out of the window and he was looking at her.

"Boss, pack three dumplings."

Behind him came a familiar female voice. Mo Yun's back was stiff and he couldn't move.

Until Quan Yuxi confirmed, she stood up and stopped in front of the tightly packed woman.

Originally, I wanted to ask her why she wanted to hide and where she went during this time.

But when the eyes touched her embarrassed dress, as well as the godless eyes, the shock was greater than the question, "how did you become like this?"

She saw a big scar on Zhenbao's face out of thin air. She could see that she tried her best to cover it before going out. It was because she was frightened by Mo Yun that it was exposed.

"I don't know you. You've got the wrong person."

She got up to run.

Mo Yun stopped her, "you can't always run away like this."

She's sure she won't be able to escape for long, because now she's having problems with food and accommodation.

"Mo Yun, for the sake of our cousins, give me some money and let me go."

"Where are you going?"

"It's better to go anywhere than stay. My face has been destroyed. I can't do my previous work any more, but I can't stay. I can't stand being laughed at by others. I can't let anyone know that I've become such a ghost now, so please don't tell anyone about me."

"Wait a minute." Mo Yun once again held her, more determined than ever, "you still have a lot of things to say clearly, can't go."

"I can't tell you anything, because we don't know anything. I've done so many bad things. Let me find a hidden place to live and die. Don't try to save anyone. You've done enough."

She is like a broken bottle. The pieces fall in the mud and can't be picked up.

Mo Yun has found Yi mengyan. How about them? It should have nothing to do with her, but it has nothing to do with her, it has nothing to do with everyone.

"Really, leave me alone, you don't care about me, you let me go." Mo Xiaoshan gently pushes Mo Yun away and "escapes" out of the dumpling restaurant, and soon runs out of the path.

"Mo Xiaoshan!" Mo Yun chased out and yelled. She didn't know why she was so excited.

"Cloud." Quan Yuxi grabbed her and held her in his arms. "It's OK. It's OK. Let her go. Let her calm down for a while. I'll accompany you to find her later."

Is she really looking for her?

Is she pitying her or herself?

"Let's go." Mo Yun himself took two steps forward, looking dispirited.

Quan Yuxi followed her closely until she came to an old house. From the outside, the view of the house was simple and simple. The wooden door would creak when it was pushed. It seemed that another gust of wind would blow it down.

"I've lived here for many years, and now it looks like a past life."

"You've got a lot of memories here. I'd like to have a look here."

"Well."

Quan Yuxi smiles and stands at the door, watching Mo Yun approach the house. His eyes scan the furnishings in the house carefully. It seems that when he looks up again, he can see Quan Yuxi who was just born. When he was ten years old, he began to think about Quan Yuxi of life. When he was a teenager, he was more mature and sensible than his peers

All kinds of him, happy, worried, melancholy, sad, desperate

"Quan Yuxi, have you ever had a particularly happy time?"