It's time to be content.

Wanxing didn't move for a long time until his legs became numb and then stood up with the tree trunk.

She solemnly put the earrings into the innermost pocket, filled the digging soil, turned around and walked out of the villa area according to the original path.

Wanxing came by riding a motorcycle, and the car was rented, which was fast and convenient, so she was not very good at driving.

She put on a hard helmet and gloves, and rode back all the way after starting.

From Baijia Villa District Avenue, there are two roads to choose from, leading to different urban areas.

Wanxing's motorcycle turned out of the intersection on the left, and at the intersection on the right, a black car rushed over—

Mo Yaochen turned the steering wheel and drove very fast, and rushed all the way to the villa area.

He parked the car at the door at will, and did not turn off the engine or lock it, so he pushed the door and got out.

Unlike Bei Wanxing who climbed in with a safety rope, Mo Yaochen kicked open the rusty door and walked in unison.

He came all the way to a short villa, and he obviously often came and was already very familiar with him.

Every time he can't sleep, he will come here. Laibao Zaoyue has lived in for more than 20 years.

Mo Yaochen bent down and pushed open the door of the utility room at the bottom.

The moldy smell came out, and he seemed to have not smelled it, so he leaned over and walked in.

The utility room is very small, and Mo Yaochen's tall figure makes the space more cramped. The furnishings inside are very simple, including two small beds, two small stools, and a shabby wooden desk.

The sheets were bitten by rats, and there were a large black piece that made people unable to see at a glance.

Mo Yaochen sat down on one of the beds.

He took out his lighter and lit a cigarette.

The burning Mars faintly illuminated the room. Mo Yaochen supported his hands on his knees and squirted the smoke ring silently.

Scan the eyes across the broken walls—

Sometimes you can see words engraved on the wall, including words late, stars, and some sun.

Mo Yaochen smiled at the corner of his mouth, "People look ugly, but the things they draw are even uglier."

That stupid woman used to live here, and she would paint on the wall every night without any trouble?

He could almost imagine how she crossed her legs and raised her head to write on the wall.

After Mo Yaochen smoked a cigarette, he reached out to pick up the diary that he had read under the bed board countless times.

The words inside are also very tender, crooked, and there are many typos.

"My name is Bei Wanxing. I am nine years old this year. My wish is to grow up quickly, make money by myself, take my mother away from here, and not let anyone beat us. I want to buy a lot of beautiful clothes for my mother and buy the best food for my mother, so that my mother should not hide in the quilt and cry secretly at night."

"I don't know why my grandfather doesn't like me and never let me go to the study to play. Both my brothers and sisters can go. My mother said that my grandfather didn't mean it, and my grandfather was unhappy because he was in a bad mood. I really wanted to ask my grandfather, if I massage his back and sing for him every day, would my grandfather be happier?"

"Today I went to sing for my grandfather, but my grandfather was angry for some reason, so he asked my sister to hit me with a whip..."

Mo Yaochen didn't look any further and closed the diary with a snap.

He clenched his hands and lit another cigarette.

The flashing sparks illuminated the scarlet redness in his eyes.

He has read this diary countless times, but he has never finished it.

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Chapter completed!