The time of the city

Mo Yu dozed off on the sofa after dinner. Just as she was about to fall asleep, the doorbell rang. She walked to the door angrily and asked, "Brother, why don't you bring your keys?"

"Hello, I'm a part-time worker." A clear and pleasant voice sounded as the door opened.

Mo Yu was a little embarrassed and moved aside to let him in. The hourly worker looked familiar to Mo Yu, as if she had seen him somewhere before. "Hello, have we met before?"

"We met in the coffee shop. I'm Song Fei." The hourly worker took off her hat and mask, and her appearance coincided with the Song Fei in Mo Yu's memory.

"I remember you," Mo Yu nodded vigorously, "but don't you work in a coffee shop?"

"Want to make more money?" Song Fei cleared the bowl of rice that Mo Yu had eaten from on the dining table. "When I was at the door, I was a little worried that you might be difficult to get along with. After all, rich people have more rules. But I'm still very lucky to meet you." Song Fei smiled at Mo Yu, the corners of her eyes curved into crescent shapes, bright and beautiful.

Ni Jiamu stood by the French window, a cup of coffee in hand, overlooking the bustling traffic. His office, located on the highest floor of the building, was bright and spacious, decorated in black and white. Lying on the terrace, he could take in the entire city lights.

"I wonder if the disobedient kid has woken up yet." Ni Jiamu took a sip of coffee and continued looking out the window.

The door of Jiamu's office was opened, and K rushed in.

"Can you knock on the door next time?" Ni Jiamu frowned. "If you do it again, I'll throw you out from here." He pointed to the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Next time, I will definitely catch Jiamu slacking off. I came here to tell you about someone and make you feel a sense of crisis." K held the iPad mysteriously.

"Who is it? Do you have a girlfriend again?"

"Look," K handed Ni Jiamu the iPad. On it was a news poster, with an enlarged image of a man in the center. He was truly handsome, with three-dimensional features as handsome as a knife, and he exuded the aura of a king who commanded the world. He had a fair complexion, delicate features with a touch of handsomeness, and his large eyes held a sea of stars, a starry vision that captivated anyone who saw him.

"Qiao Feng? The business genius that City A recently reported on?" Ni Jiamu threw the iPad to K with disdain. "I'm not interested in men. The descriptions in the article are too exaggerated, and he's not that good-looking."

K moved closer to Ni Jiamu and took a sip of his coffee. "You have to work hard. This Qiao Feng is really amazing. He's only 23 years old and still young. He's also handsome. If I were Leng Xiyan, I would definitely choose him."

"Just know the difference between you and others. Get out of here and take this cup of coffee."

"Mo Yu, I found this in the corner when I was tidying up the study. It looks like a diary. Take a look." Song Fei wiped the dusty notebook several times with her hands and handed it to Mo Yu.

"I was wondering why I couldn't find it. Turns out it was mixed with other books. Thank you, Song Fei." Mo Yu came to the living room holding the notebook.

Mo Yu picked up the notebook. It was a very old notebook with a yellowed cover. On it was written "Mo Yu's Diary" in a crooked and strange font, with many small flowers drawn next to it.

"I was so stupid before. A diary is a private thing, but I actually wrote 'Mo Yu's Diary' on it. My handwriting is so ugly." Mo Yu complained as she opened the diary.

A photo fell out, and Mo Yu knew it was a photo of her and Nan Feng. The little boy and girl in the photo were holding hands and smiling happily.

"Brother Nanfeng, are you doing well?" Mo Yu stroked the photo and fell into memories.

That day was Children's Day, and the director invited several photographers from the orphanage.

"Children, Auntie has brought some uncles to take pictures for you. You must show your best self."

"Can I take a photo with Mo Yu?" Nan Feng raised his hand.

"Of course, everyone can take pictures with their friends."

"Two kids, look at the camera. I'll count to three, two, one, and you all shout 'eggplant' together."

The "321" lens captured their most beautiful and happiest moments.

Thinking of the past, Mo Yu couldn't help but have tears in her eyes, "Brother Nanfeng, I miss you so much." She continued to flip through the pages. Each article only had a few short sentences, but they were all related to Nanfeng.

"Today, a big brother came to the orphanage and gave me a chocolate. He is very handsome and said he wants to be my friend. Xiaoyu finally has a friend, hehe."

"Brother Nanfeng took me to ride on the swing today. I had fun!"

"Brother Nan Feng said that if we get married we can be together forever, so I want to marry Brother Nan Feng too. I want to be with him forever, and he will definitely agree."

Every time Mo Yu turned a page, all the memories of the past came flooding back. She turned and turned until she finally reached the last page:

"Brother Nanfeng is gone. He was taken away by grandpa. I am so sad, but Brother Nanfeng said he would come back to find me. I believe him. I will wait for you, Brother Nanfeng."

The diary ends here. She started keeping the diary from the day she met Nan Feng. After Nan Feng left, she never wrote again.

"Brother Nanfeng, have you come to find me?" Tears flowed drop by drop, wetting the diary.

"Boss Qiao, the young master asked me to investigate the orphanage fire and help him find Mo Yu."

"You know what to do. Your brother's medical bills should be paid."