Good Morning, Dear

Seeing Mo Jianling again after four years, Cheng Qingyao can only be described as "shocked". After four years, his gray hair turned white and his roots were as dazzling as snow. He is thin and old. Every step of his slow pace is like a difficult lift and put down. Usually a meter's journey can be solved in one or two steps, but at this time, we have to take five or six steps.

He walks very slowly, very slowly, old and slow, not in line with his age!

Cheng Qingyao gets up from the ground. Regardless of the pain in her knees and palms, she leads Mo Qinglian towards him. When she came to her, she stared with emotion. He was old, but she was more mature.

That kind of maturity not only reveals the feminine flavor, but also the strength and responsibility that women should have: "good, good, this is good, good."

"Mo Lao..."

"I've been worried about you for so many years. I don't know what you'll become. I'm afraid you'll be overwhelmed and destroyed. If you're destroyed, if you're depressed, it will really become a new sin that the Mo family can't wash away all their life. Qinglian gets this disease and becomes like this. It's hard to say, it's retribution. Retribution for my business..."

"Mo Lao, you can't say that. People have their own lives. The past of Mo Li and I are also the lives of me and him. I didn't blame anyone, nor did I blame anyone. Mo Lao doesn't have to worry about it." I looked down and saw that his hand was turning hard, with green tendons and white patches on the back of his hand.

I couldn't help wondering, "Mo Lao, what happened to your leg?"

"It's all right. I'm old. I can't lift my legs. I walk slowly..."

"Is this also the reason for walking slowly?" Cheng Qingyao pointed to the back of his hand. Only when his feet can't bear the force, can he stabilize his body with his hands.

Mo Jianling looked at his hand and couldn't help laughing: "your observation is still so careful that you can't hide anything from you."

"What happened to the leg?"

"Fell."

"Where did you fall?"

"Right knee, comminuted fracture."

"When did you fall?"

"Half a month ago."

"Half a month ago?"

"Yes."

"Comminuted fracture, you go to the ground in half a month? Hurt your muscles and bones for a hundred days..."

"There's no way. Qinglian won't stay in the Zhiyuan, and they can't get Qinglian. You know, Qinglian has always been brought by me..."

"What about Moli? Moli doesn't care about your life or death? Doesn't he have a good relationship with Qinglian? Doesn't he care about Qinglian very much?"

"I didn't tell him about it, nor did I let others tell him that they didn't know about it." he kept saying, Mo Li didn't know, duanmuyun didn't know, Mo Qinglian refused to stay in the hospital, so he left the hospital early. Walking very slowly is because it hurts. It hurts at every step. I can't sit down and stand up and sit down. I think she fell just now: "is there anything wrong with your leg? I think you fell a lot just now. Go to the hospital..."

"I'm fine. I'll hold it with my hands." Cheng Qingyao looked around. There was a chair not far away. She helped him walk slowly over: "sit first, I'll push you a wheelchair."

"There is no wheelchair at home..."

"Can I buy one?" Cheng Qingyao didn't know what was going on, and suddenly became very angry: "People at an age don't know how to take care of themselves. Do you think Mo Li is still in the mood to take care of you now? A large group of warblers around him is enough for him to be busy, so you can't expect him to have time to take care of you. Also, if you have three long and two short comings, what should Qinglian do? Are you waiting for someone to send him to the hospital, or are you waiting for someone to put him in the treatment institution?"

"...." Mo Jianling was speechless, but he still looked at her with a smile. The child didn't treat him as an outsider as before.

Duanmuyun is hard to understand. Why does he love Cheng Qingyao instead of her? In fact, it's very simple. Lonely people want to be taken care of.

He has been taking care of them all the time. Cheng Qingyao is the only one who is willing to really take care of him. Unlike his daughter-in-law, he is like his own daughter. There is an unspeakable tacit understanding and emotion between them.

When the wheelchair was bought back, she helped him sit on it and lifted up his trouser legs to check his injury. It didn't heal well at all. There were a circle of blue and purple colors and eye-catching needles: "do you want to become disabled? You don't have to pay money to take the bus, and someone gives you a seat?"

Mo Jianling was amused and laughed so much that she burst into tears. Then she took out her handkerchief and wiped her tears. After wiping them for a long time, she asked her hoarse voice, "what's your daughter's name?"

Her fingers were blunt. After struggling for a moment, she still hardened her head and said, "nanniannian."

"Nan? Nan Youjin's daughter?"

"Yes."

"You really left with Nan Youjin."

“……”

"Bai Jinzhuo was the one who wanted to take you away. He always stirred up a mess in the middle. I thought you would go with him. Unexpectedly, Bai Jinzhuo didn't go and was beaten to death. He lived in the hospital in city a for half a year. Later, I went to the Nan family to ask them when they heard that you had gone with Nan Youjin. The Nan family didn't admit it. It's really embarrassing for them. It's the same with Nan Youjin , no news leaked out, which made me suspicious for so many years. In the end, I didn't expect you to really follow him. "

“……”

"Cheng Qingyao, who you marry and have children with is your right and freedom. I have no right to interfere. I just want you to tell me the truth. Is Nan Niannian Nan Youjin's daughter or Mo Li's daughter?"

Cheng Qingyao was flustered, but she was determined. She insisted, "it's nanyoujin's daughter."

Mo Jianling said, "it's nanyoujin's daughter. Why should it be called Niannian? What do you want to remember? Who do you miss? Or who do you want to keep in mind? Or..."

Cheng Qingyao interrupted his aggressiveness: "it's just a name. Nan Youjin likes these two words, so she took this name for her."

Mo Jianling nodded again. His face was still used to being mature and unemotional: "it's not unreasonable for you to say so, so I'll ask again from another angle. If Mo Li has nothing to do with Lin xiner, if Yao Yao is not Mo Li's son, whose daughter would Nan Niannian be?"

"..." Cheng Qingyao was a little silly and more shocked. She didn't expect Mo Jianling to say such words, but: "what if in the world? Yes, no, no..."

"But if I say, there is such an if? If Lin xiner has nothing to do with Mo Li, if Yao Yao is not Mo Li's son, whose daughter will Nan Niannian be?" Mo Jianling interrupted her and raised her voice to suppress her retort.

She became so stupid that she couldn't turn her head. She didn't know what Mo Jianling meant by these words. No if is no if, but what does it mean that there is such a if?

I couldn't turn my head, and I heard him say, "I know what you care about and what will become the obstacle for you to return to Mo Li. Lin xiner and Yao Yao will be the knot in your heart. But have you ever thought about why Mo Li should announce her death if he really likes her? He can marry her and live a loving life with her."

"..." Cheng Qingyao's head was a ball of paste, but also a ball of paste. She was completely stunned by Mo Jianling. He means that Mo Li doesn't like Lin xiner, and Mo Li didn't have a son with Lin xiner... But, no, Mo Li told him himself that Lin xiner is Yao Yao's mother. Because it was Yao Yao's mother, she dared to gossip in front of Mo Li and let Mo Li ignore everything just to satisfy her

Listen to Mo Jianling's voice: "duanmuyun just told me that Mo Li may never lose his memory..."