My long stream is you

Chapter 1123 Small Water Flows (9)

"Deal with everyone."

"Yes."
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The girl walked forward slowly, very slowly, as if she was in a daze while walking, then she recovered and moved forward slowly.

By the time they reached their destination, night had already enveloped the land.

"Why are you back so late?"

The girl replied slowly, "Traffic jam."

"Damn girl, you just take a car at this point?"

The middle-aged woman tugged at the girl's hair with her thick hands. The girl frowned slightly, and was dragged through the door as she wanted, and said slowly, "I don't have the money to take a taxi."

"That's stolen, hand it over quickly."

"I have no money."

"Okay, you will resist..."

The girl suddenly looked towards the door, and there was a man standing there, the young man she met today.

She froze for a moment, then pulled her hair from the hands of the middle-aged woman who seemed to be frozen, but her eyes were terrified, but she didn't pull it back.

Just as the young man was about to help her, he saw her take out the scissors from her schoolbag and click them neatly.

"What's the matter with you?"

The question of the girl's over-calmness is as if the youth's behavior just now is superfluous.

The young man raised his eyebrows, walked over, grabbed the girl's hand, and pulled her sleeve up.

The little arms were bruised and purple, obviously receiving bad treatment for a long time.

"Why did you let her hit you?"

"She's not happy."

The young man didn't expect to get this answer, "You sent the excuse to her yourself."

The girl's eyes were like a pool of spring water, clean and transparent, as if nothing could make them dirty.

But what he said was incredible.

"She will fight without an excuse, why don't you give an excuse yourself." The girl's tone was flat, as if she was just asking for the right to decide what to eat, as if being able to choose her own excuse was more important than not being beaten.

What a strange girl.

The young man glanced at the middle-aged woman, "You are not your own."

"I'm an orphan, I was adopted." The girl said calmly, she kept her hands on, loosened her braid, and tied it into a single ponytail casually.

She obviously didn't use a comb, but her hair was meticulously combed by hand.

There was interest in the young man's eyes, "Do you want to consider changing your next home?"

The girl raised her head, looked at the young man, and took a long time to speak decisively.

"not going to."

……

"It was when we met for the first time." The mature version of the young man smiled lowly, more charming than before, "You were so firm in your rejection back then."

Mo Xi flicked the surface of the bubble at will and looked at the ripples on it, "I needed a salvation at that time."

"Didn't you see me?"

"I'm waiting for my sister."

Wait for her to appear, then take her away.

She didn't think about anyone else at all.

"So that's it." Yan Chunqing sighed deliberately, as if melancholy, "It seems that I can't compare to someone who has never appeared."

Mo Xi thought about it seriously, "There was no comparison back then."

Also, the person you meet for the first time is really incomparable with the person you have been waiting for.

But Yan Suiqing couldn't help being jealous, "What about now?"

Mo Xi looked back, met his hidden emotional eyes, and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

"There's still no comparison."

"No?"

"She is the past, and you are the future."

She is the past and you are the future.

Yan Chunqing was smoothed over inexplicably.

Mo Xi's slightly bent eyes fell to the ground casually with the movement, and a trace of indiscernible tenderness hurriedly passed by.

My sister, she has already found her happiness.

(End of this chapter)