The moon is hazy.

The moon gently spread her bright moonlight all over the earth. Everything in the world seemed to be coated with a light silver white, and everything was thought gentle and beautiful.

The trees in the yard have grown up, and the branches stretching to the four directions have formed a huge umbrella, and some of the branches have even grown to the balcony on the second floor.

There was a slender figure on the railing of the balcony on the second floor. The man sat there quietly, his eyes falling on the room next door, which was only a few steps away from his room, and there were several beer cans and cigarette butts scattered at his feet.

Fang Xiaoyou in the next room was very excited when she thought of her date with Su Wenxuan tomorrow. She kept thinking about her face in her room. She kept thinking about what kind of face she should look like tomorrow. She couldn't help but imagine whether Su Wenxuan would be amazed when she saw her. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He took a sip of the cigarette hard and slowly spit out the smoke. Mo Zixiu spoke harshly: "You look like a fool!"

Fang Xiaoyou, who didn't expect someone to speak suddenly, was startled. She quickly turned around and found a person on the balcony of the room opposite. When she looked closely, she found that it was Mo Zixiu. Fang Xiaoyou seemed to have forgotten the decision that she had made before, and she stared at Mo Zixiu fiercely and said, "Why sit there without making a sound? Don't you know that people are scary!"

Fortunately, she was brave enough, otherwise she might have been scared by him and sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Mo Zixiu's mouth. He took a deep breath of cigarettes again, then pressed the cigarette's butt into the ashtray at hand. After a moment, he stared at Fang Xiaoyou's eyes and said, "When did you become so brave?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he opened the cigarette box at hand, pulled out a cigarette from it, turned on the lighter, and lit it.

Fang Xiaoyou, who had been staring at Mo Zixiu's movements, for a moment, forgot to answer his question. Her brows frowned tightly, and a "chuan" formed between her beautiful eyebrows. She blurted out: "When did you learn to smoke?"

She still clearly remembered that in those youthful days, many boys used smoking to show that they were actually an adult, but he never touched the cigarette and always thought that the smoke smelled smelly. At that time, she laughed at him who had fair skin all day long, just like a girl.

However, now seeing his smoking action so skillfully, she realized that she was not as familiar with her childhood sweethearts as she imagined. It seemed that as time passed, they were gradually drifting away. Thinking of this, she felt a little uncomfortable, as if someone had been nailed to a nail, very uncomfortable.

Looking down at the clearly devastated smoke between his fingers, Mo Zixiu's expression was stunned for a moment. He seemed to be considering Fang Xiaoyou's problem.

When did he start smoking? Are he those nights when he thinks of her feeling distressed, or those days when she waits for her growth until her patience gradually disappears? Looking back on these years, he actually doesn't know.

Thinking that she had been waiting for her to grow over the years, but she never understood his thoughts. A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He raised his eyebrows and looked at her and said, "Do you care?"

Fang Xiaoyou, who had thought that the two of them became a little distant after they grew up, was not in a good mood. Now when she heard Mo Zixiu say such words to herself with a sarcastic attitude, her mood became even worse. Her face darkened and her tone became sharper, and she said, "Mo Zixiu, what's wrong with you? I'm the same in the company today. I haven't offended you, why do you look at me? I just talked to you, why are you sarcastic? Have you not passed the long adolescence or come to menopause early?"

The sarcastic smile on Mo Zixiu's face, who felt like a hedgehog, became deeper. He said, "I think I'll show you my face, you can't look at it! Who asked you to come and see my face?"

Fang Xiaoyou, who didn't expect Mo Zixiu to mock her like this mercilessly, suddenly became dark. Seeing the mockery on Mo Zixiu's face, I felt that the person in front of me seemed to have changed, no longer the one I knew, who would always tolerate her. The sad feeling immediately swept across my body, but the two of them were in a position of struggle. She was unwilling to show her weak side in front of him, and she clenched her hands tightly into a fist, and quickly armed herself to the self who could not be defeated no matter what. She said: "Mo Zixiu, don't talk to me like this. No matter where you are angry, don't expose your anger on me. I'm not your punching bag."

After saying that, Fang Xiaoyou ignored Mo Zixiu anymore. She closed the window and pulled the curtains.

However, she felt very uncomfortable when she didn't see Mo Zixiu again. She even felt her nose sour. When she felt the warm liquid slipping off her face, she couldn't help but reach out and touch it gently. Then, she put her fingers in front of her eyes and took a look. When she noticed the crystal liquid at the fingertips, she smiled mockingly.

She has always shown herself as a "toddler". She almost forgot what happened in the Xianfeng era when she shed tears. Unexpectedly, Mo Zixiu could easily evoke her tears.

Thinking of Mo Zixiu's sarcasm during this period, she felt that the sadness almost drown her.

Mo Zixiu, who was still sitting on the balcony, stared straight at the closed windows and curtains in Fang Xiaoyou's room. Thinking of the look on her face just now, he smiled mockingly.

In fact, tonight, he did not intend to quarrel with her. He even planned not to insist on those meaningless persistences. He did not intend to act like a saint waiting for her to understand his thoughts. He planned to tell her his intentions in front of her. In order to give him the courage to speak the deepest words in his heart, he bought a lot of beer and wanted to drink to make courage. He was waiting for her to come back. What he didn't expect was that when she returned home, she seemed to have changed like a different person, and he had never seen such a look on her face.

Thinking of someone else occupying her heart, he felt that his reason suddenly flew out of the sky. Those mean words could not be stopped and just emerged.
Chapter completed!