Mr.President, don't be too bad

"It's so far away from emperor jingtiancheng..." Xia Yiwan was surprised.

Si Mo doesn't look like a delicious person. How can he notice that there are delicious private dishes in the remote alley here?

"I used to come here when I was a child. My mother likes the food in this house." Si Mo explained a sentence.

Xia Yiwan suddenly realized.

After walking for about a minute, Si Mo pushed open a door on his right and entered a clean quadrangle with some vicissitudes.

"Do you have a reservation?" In the yard, a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old was sweeping the leaves. When he heard something, he raised his head and asked.

"Is Li Bo still there?" Asked Simo.

"Xiao Mo?" An old man with gray hair came out of the house and looked at Si Mo in surprise.

Si Mo's lips Rose: "Li Bo, long time no see."

Soon, Xia Yiwan and Si Mo were let into the house.

The room was covered with crimson floors, and a complete set of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum hung on the white wall. It looked old.

There is an eight immortals table in front of the painting. In the center of the table is a small waist bottle with a palm high, with a lily inserted in it, which looks particularly elegant.

"You haven't been here for a long time." Li Bo looked at Si Mo, and a trace of sadness crossed his eyes.

"Yes, I haven't been here since I went abroad." Si Mo's eyes fell on the lily and looked a little trance, "I thought you wouldn't open this store."

"There's nothing to do without this." Li Bo said and stood up: "haven't your tastes changed?"

Si Mo smiled: "No."

"Well, you look around first. I'll clean it up now." Leave Bo Road.

Si Mo nodded: "OK."

When Libo left, Si Mo got up and walked to the corner of the room, where there were some photos.

Xia Yiwan also followed him, but he was stunned at a look.

There are only more than ten photos in the frame, but at least half of the photos have Si Mo in his youth!

"I didn't expect Libo to keep these photos." Si Mo raised his hand and gently slid over one of the photos.

There are three people in the photo, a beautiful and gentle woman, a handsome and extraordinary man, and one is Simo who is smiling.

"Is this your father and mother?" Xia Yiwan is a little curious.

She never heard SMER mention her parents.

"Well, this was taken just on the first day of junior high school." Si Mo's voice was gentle and low, and seemed to be depressed.

"Your mother is so beautiful." Xia Yiwan praised.

No wonder Simo looks so good. It's because his parents' genes are too strong.

Si Mo slightly hooked his lips when he heard the speech: "my mother is a painter. She likes people to praise her paintings most, not her looks."

"I said how so temperament, turned out to be a painter!"

Xia Yiwan said and leaned over. Then he was surprised, "eh", stretched out his hand and pointed to the right side of the photo: "why is this photo missing?"

She just found that a third of the right side of the picture had been cut off.

It's like there was another person there, but Sheng Sheng was cut off.

Si Mo looked at her finger and his eyes suddenly sank.

"Have a cup of tea to warm up." The boy who swept the floor knocked at the door just now.

Xia Yiwan was afraid of the cold. Hearing the speech, he hurried to hold the tea cup and was about to ask again, but he saw that Si Mo had left the room.

Xia Yiwan shrugged and stayed in the house to drink tea.

Just after a cup of tea, the gate of the yard was slowly pushed open.

"Mom, this is it." The man's warm and dry voice came in, "this is the place aunt Qing often took me when I was a child..."