The lost beauty

When I walked out of the house, the lights outside were already dimmed. Occasionally, a few vehicles drove by on the road, rolling over a few lonely fallen leaves.

Looking at the empty street, Mo Weijin walked quietly by himself, his vision became more and more blurred, until a drop of tear ran across his face, he reached out to wipe it away, it was not his original intention to say those words, he didn't think But I want to cut the paper on the window where I got along with Mo Yufeng for the last time.

Wiping away tears, she unknowingly came downstairs to Zhao Juncan's house.

Thinking about her situation, Wei Jin took out her cell phone from her pocket, found Zhao Juncan's address book and dialed it.

When Zhao Juncan went downstairs, he saw Mo Weijin standing outside the iron gate, his lonely figure reflected on the ground looked very pitiful.

When he took a closer look, he found Weijin's red eye circles and the palm prints on his face, thinking that he must have been wronged.

"What's wrong? You are..."

"Brother Jun Can, I want to stay at your house for a few days!"

"It's not a problem to live here! It's just your dad's side?"

"He won't come to me!" Mo Weijin said firmly.

"That!"

Zhao Juncan took Weijin back to his home, and saw Zhao Juncan's father as soon as he entered the door, Weijin said hello politely, "Hello, Uncle Zhao, I'm sorry to disturb you so late!"

Weijin and Zhao Donghai had met several times before, so Zhao Donghai knew Weijin.

"You kid is too out of touch!" Zhao Donghai went to pull Weijin to sit down, the slap marks on Weijin's face under the light were obvious, he reached out and touched Weijin's face, "Weijin, are you talking to someone else?" Got into a fight?"

"No...not!" Wei Jin turned her face away in embarrassment to avoid Zhao Donghai's touch.

"That's what your dad did?" Zhao Donghai asked.

Wei Jin didn't speak, but silently lowered her head.

"Why did you hit it so hard, why did you mess with your father?" Zhao Donghai slowly expressed his distress in his eyes.

Seeing this, Mo Weijin couldn't help but envy him from the bottom of his heart for having such care and love, but it's a pity that Mo Yufeng had never cared so much for him.

Zhao Juncan quickly found an ice pack from the house and applied it to Weijin's face.

Not long after, Zhao Donghai picked up a coat from the hanger, turned around and walked towards the door, "Cancan, Dad is going out for a while, so hurry up and take Weijin to bed early!"

Mojia

Zhao Donghai went straight to Mo Yufeng's room, the door was open, the same as when Weijin left.

He saw Mo Yufeng standing by the window silently smoking a cigarette, with cigarette butts scattered all over the floor under his feet.

"President Mo, are you alright?" Zhao Donghai walked over step by step and saw Mo Yufeng's sad expression.

"Jin'er, he..."

"Well, that's what I'm talking about. The young master is now at my house, with Jun Can, and he said he's staying at my house for a while! What's the matter with you and the young master?" Zhao Donghai was very puzzled, why did the two father and son fight each other? to the point of being so stiff.

"To be honest, I don't know how it became like this. I always thought I understood him, but it turns out that I don't understand him at all!" Mo Yufeng said with a little self-mockery as he extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand. .

"President Mo, I think since you care about him and have done so much for him silently, why don't you make it clear to him face to face?"

"I never wanted to be like this! It's just that some things are missed and it is difficult to make up for it. The harm I caused to Jin'er has become a fact, and there has been an insurmountable hurdle between us. Xiaofei can't find it for a day, the two of us I just tormented each other in self-blame and guilt all day. My debt to Jin'er can't be resolved with a few words, maybe it will make him more at a loss. I just want to draw Jin'er's heart closer and clear up the misunderstanding Untie... But why is it so difficult?" Mo Yufeng lowered his eyes, a trace of grief melted in the corner of his eyes.

"President Mo, take your time! Actually, I didn't understand your love for the young master at first, but now I seem to understand it, and one day the young master will understand all of this!"

"You go back! Help me take good care of him these few days!" Mo Yufeng continued to light a cigarette and looked out the window quietly, not arguing with emotion, not knowing what he was thinking.

"President Mo go to bed early, I'll go back first!"

Zhao Donghai hurried back after saying goodbye.