"Mo Mouyang, take off your ripped pants. I will mend them no matter what I say today." Ji Mingyi pointed at Mo Mouyang's pants and shouted loudly.
"Mo Weiyang, where are the sweet and sour pork ribs I just made? Why is half of it missing?" Ji Mingyi was wearing an apron and holding a rice shovel in his hand, just about to turn it into rice.
"Mo Yayang, where is that black T-shirt I need?"
Ji Mingyi looked for Mo Mouyang in the room, and finally saw the beautiful Mo Mouyang in the living room wearing that black T-shirt standing in front of the mirror. Ji Mingyi looked at Mo Mouyang from behind, helpless.
"Mo Yayang, how many times have I told you, don't put your bare feet on the floor or you will catch a cold."
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"Mo Mo Yang!"
There seemed to be an echo in the huge house, but the Mo Mouyang who ran barefoot on the floor was gone, and the Mo Mouyang who would wear his own clothes in front of the mirror was gone.
Mo Yayang was sitting on the roadside, looking at the ordinary sky. Both sides of the street are still as bustling as before, with people coming and going.
The stories of those years are vivid in my mind.
Ji Mingyi on the other side took a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet and looked at the images left by Mo Yang in those years...
Intention: Longing for feelings, but insecure