The lost beauty

Mo Weijin stayed at Zhao Juncan's house for five days like this. During these five days, Mo Yufeng never came to look for him, and Weijin's heart gradually became colder and weaker.

He was even counting the days silently, and school would start in half a month.

Mo Weijin was planning in his heart that he would leave City D as soon as school started, maybe he would never come back in this life, and he would never see Mo Yufeng again. Thinking of this, I don't know why I feel very uncomfortable in my heart. want to cry.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhao Juncan walked over with a fruit plate.

"No, just thinking about the start of school!"

"I've heard! You want to go to Chenghai to study high school, where is it so far away from City D, you alone..."

"I've already made a plan!" Mo Weijin didn't want Zhao Juncan to persuade him to stay or mention Mo Yufeng.

Over the years, Zhao Juncan would always jump out and mention Mo Yufeng to him when he was the most vulnerable and vacillating. At that time, Wei Jin would feel that only Brother Juncan in the world could understand what he wanted in his heart.

It was probably because of this that he regarded Zhao Juncan as his elder brother from the bottom of his heart.

"I don't mean anything else. Do you know why my parents can't live together? It's because my sister is going to Nanfu No. [-] Middle School to study in primary school. My mother moved to the nearby school for her. We only have winter and summer vacations a year. Reunion! Do you want to be separated from your family for a long time like this?"

"...I..." Mo Weijin didn't know how to answer. He longed for the warmth of a family, but the fact is that he had already lost this qualification. In his concept, family was far away. Mom and Dad, with brothers and sisters, he can only recall the happiness of the short few years of his childhood alone.

Now he only regards the place with Mo Yufeng as his home, but this home makes him feel depressed and makes him want to escape.

That night, Wei Jin was lying on the bed and was not asleep, Zhao Juncan got up and covered him with a thin quilt, then tiptoed out the door.

Mo Weijin was a little curious, what was Brother Jun Can going to do mysteriously at this late hour, so he followed quietly to the door of the room.

Through the crack of the door, Mo Weijin saw Zhao Donghai and Zhao Juncan standing on the balcony of the living room talking.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear his name, so he moved closer and put his ear close to the crack of the door.

"What about the young master?"

"Xiao Jin, he's going to sleep first! Is President Mo feeling better now?"

"It's tricky! The doctor has rushed over."

"Dad, President Mo, what is he thinking?"

"He also has his own difficulties! We can't control that much, what we can do now is to take good care of the young master!"

"Naturally, it goes without saying. For so many years, President Mo has arranged me by Xiaojin's side, and I treat him like a younger brother. Just seeing Xiaojin like this makes me feel uncomfortable..."

"Cancan, don't do this!" Zhao Donghai saw his son like this, and wanted to comfort him.

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly opened with an unsuspecting "crash--" and a thin figure stood at the door. Under the dim chandelier, his eye sockets shone with crystal light.

Wei Jin stared straight at the stunned father and son, "What were you talking about just now?"

"Xiao Jin!"

"Master!"

The Zhao family father and son exclaimed almost at the same time, and looked at Mo Weijin who appeared in front of them in horror.

At this moment, the phone rang in a hurry, disrupting Weijin's thoughts.

"Hey……"

Zhang Bo's nervous and hasty voice came from the other end of the phone. After listening to the phone, Wei Jin's face became very ugly.

"Xiao Jin, what's wrong?" Zhao Juncan asked with concern.

"I have to go back!" Mo Weijin ran outside after saying that, almost fell down the steps too quickly, and Zhao Juncan who chased him was really sweating for him.

It usually takes half an hour to walk, but Wei Jin only took more than ten minutes to rush home. As soon as she entered the house, she bumped into a doctor in a white coat.

The doctor was shocked when he saw the young man rushing in so restlessly. He was Rong Wei, the personal doctor hired by Mo Yufeng a few years ago. He had never seen this very handsome young man in the Mo family.

"He...Is he alright?" Panting heavily, Mo Weijin grabbed the doctor's arm and asked anxiously.

At this moment, Aunt Zhang came over from the living room, "Master, you are back, go and see Mr., he has been nagging you many times!"

"It turned out to be the young master!" Rong Wei finally realized, "Young master, you have to talk to your father carefully, don't let him smoke so much and drink so much, his stomach is not good. The second examination found it was even more serious, with a small area of ​​gastric bleeding, and I am still unconscious!"

Mo Weijin's heart still trembled when he heard this, stomach bleeding, still unconscious?

Wei Jin didn't stay any longer, and ran upstairs directly. He didn't know if Mo Yufeng wanted to see him, and he didn't know what to say when he saw Mo Yufeng, but he knew that if he didn't go to see Mo Yufeng, he would I will definitely regret it!

As soon as he came to the door of Mo Yufeng's room, Zhang Bo just came out and saw Mo Weijin with joy on his face, "Master, I knew you were not that kind of hard-hearted child, go and see your father!"

Wei Jin nodded, and walked in step by step. Uncle Zhang closed the door carefully for him, and couldn't help but sigh.

There was still a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol in the room. Mo Weijin went to the window and opened it, then approached the person lying on the bed lightly.

At this time, Mo Yufeng closed his eyes tightly, lying quietly on the bed, with a stent on his side and dripping.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mo Weijin pushed his quilt up, and accidentally caught a glimpse of something under the pillow. He opened it, and it was a photo.

Wei Jin picked up the photo, opened it and took a look. The photo was taken when Xiao Fei was one year old with her parents. Mo Yufeng hugged Mo Weifei, who was white and tender, and the three of them smiled very much at the camera. happiness.

But he was the only one missing in the photo. Wei Jin pinched the photo, and her heart would still be sore and astringent, an indescribable feeling.

He silently put the photo back.

Carefully covered Mo Yufeng with the quilt, and when he touched Mo Yufeng's arm, he accidentally discovered that Mo Yufeng was holding a photo in his left hand. Wei Jin carefully pulled the photo away from his hand, but Mo Yufeng held it tightly. The ground was very tight, and Wei Jin managed to pull it out from his hand.

When he saw the front of the photo, Mo Weijin was dumbfounded. He never dreamed that the photo in Mo Yufeng's hand turned out to be the photo of himself and himself when he was five years old.

It turned out that he had been collecting this photo for so many years.

Just when Wei Jin fell into an unbelievable shock, Mo Yufeng suddenly woke up and grabbed his hand, "Jin'er, are you back?"