The trip between Mo Jiu and Ling Banxia has ended, and the two have successfully returned to New York.

"Are you tired?" Mo Jiu asked.

"I'm not tired, I'm very happy." Ling Banxia smiled all the way, and she is still there.

It was night now. When Ling Banxia entered the house and reached out to turn on the lights, she found that it could not be turned on.

"Hey? Why can't the lights light up?"

"Maybe it's tripping, I'll go and take a look." Shortly after Mo Jiu left, the room suddenly became brightly lit.

The scene in front of him almost made Ling Banxia feel shocked, and various neon lights and fragrant flowers decorate every corner of the room.

On the crystal clear platform in the center, there are exquisite pink lip cakes, and on one side is the swaying pink champagne. What’s even more surprising is that the exclusive shopping area for girls on one side is that the dazzling array of cosmetics and jewelry makes Ling Banxia confused.

Mo Jiu returned to her and walked to the table with the already dull Ling Banxia. There was a painting board with a white wedding dress on it. Just looking at the pictures, Ling Banxia was already fascinated by its unique design. It did not have too much decoration, but it was gorgeous. It was complex but decent and clever tailored. You could tell at a glance that the designer had put a lot of thought into it.

Mojiu said to her: "I designed this wedding dress by myself. I'm sorry, I don't have time to make it for you by myself."

Ling Banxia was already moved to tears. Mo Jiu wiped away the tears from her face and continued, "When my sister gets married, I hope you can put it on."

In fact, my brother is reluctant to marry you, but no matter how much he wants to face you, he must face it. It’s not that he is unwilling to take care of his sister for the rest of his life, but no matter what, he can’t give her what her husband can give her, so...

Mo Jiu took a breath, suppressed the sadness in his heart, smiled again, and said, "I taught you to put on makeup, teach you to distinguish fashion, teach you how to dress, and give you these things, you will be more willing to accept it."

Ling Banxia threw herself into his arms and cried with joy.

Mo Jiu hugged her, reached out to stroke her head, and said softly: "If I can't be with you anymore, you must always dress up beautifully and live a beautiful life. Remember?"

Ling Banxia whimpered and agreed, "I remember."

On that night, the two of them almost didn't sleep all night. They were partying until the early morning. Ling Banxia had no energy to play anymore. After taking a shower, they fell asleep quickly.

When he woke up the next day, Ling Banxia got up and stretched her waist.

Just as I finished washing and was about to change my clothes, there was a knock on the door.

"Xiao Xia, are you awake?"

"Well, brother, come in."

"It's already ten o'clock, little lazy cat." Mo Jiu walked in and reached out to rub her hair.

Ling Banxia had a lazy smile on her face.

Mo Jiu suddenly noticed the tourist bag she placed beside the bed. Because she had been celebrating her birthday yesterday, she didn't have time to pack up her things, and the Brown bear was placed inside.

"Did you... keep carrying this bear?" Now when Mo Jiu saw it, he would panic without realizing it, fearing that Xiao Xia would remember it when it would be.

"Well. I also dreamed of the person who gave it!"

Mo Jiu's hand stopped in the air, then slowly retracted it, and asked tentatively: "Is that so? Then, what kind of person is he?"

Ling Banxia shook her head: "I can't remember clearly, I only remember that he is a child."

Mo Jiu smiled and felt a little relieved.

The doorbell sounded, and Ling Banxia ran to open the door as if she knew who it was.

Sure enough, outside the door was the mother who received the news that she had returned.

"Mom..." The mother and daughter haven't seen each other for so long. Ling Banxia really missed her mother and hugged Fang Yachun.

On the opposite side, Mo Jiu was as if he had seen some terrible devil, and he turned around in a hurry, and his usual quiet elegance was instantly shattered. How could he think that his mother would appear in front of him like this, and he was not even mentally prepared.

There are too many uncertainties in life, and too many of these uncertainties are unbearable.

"Mom, I miss you so much." Ling Banxia hugged her tighter and tighter.

"Mom misses you too, come and let mom see." Fang Yachun looked at her daughter carefully and found that she had changed a lot. She couldn't help but exclaim:

"Oh, Xiaoxia, you have become beautiful. So beautiful! Your complexion is also good!"

"Thanks to my roommate." Ling Banxia turned around and wanted to call him, "Mo..."

Just as Xiaoxia was about to call her name, Mo Jiu interrupted her: "Well, you have a good chat with your mother, I, I, I will go back to the house first."

Mojiu ran into his room as if he was running away.

"Hey..." Ling Banxia was about to call him, but the door was closed.

Ling Banxia was stunned. She had never seen him look so panicked. What was going on? She originally wanted to give him a surprise and let him know his mother, but...

Seeing him like this now, Ling Banxia began to doubt whether he knew his mother as soon as possible.

"What's wrong with this kid?" Fang Yachun was shocked.

"I don't know either. Mom, please sit down first, I'll go see him."

Fang Yachun suddenly blamed: "You kid, and there are boys here, see how you are now! Change your clothes before going."

"oh."

Ling Banxia ran to his room to change her clothes. As soon as she walked to the door and knocked on the door a few times, the door suddenly opened from the inside. Mo Jiu stretched out her hand and pulled her into the house and closed the door.

"Why did your mother come here suddenly?" Mo Jiu asked, frowning.

"I told my mom that I'm back."

"After that being said, what's wrong with you? It seems like you're very scared?" Seeing his expression becoming more and more wrong, Ling Banxia became more and more suspicious.

Mo Jiu's expression suddenly stopped, and a smile suddenly appeared. He explained: "No, no. Actually, I, I'm just a little... a little surprised."

Ling Banxia was half-believing this time, and if it were normal, she would believe him.

"By the way, in front of your mother, please call me my English name."

"Why? I'm not used to your English name!"

"Then keep calling me 'Brother'." No matter what you call it, just don't call it "Mojiu". Mom knows his name.

Ling Banxia smiled and said, "This is OK."

If the mother knows that the boy actually regards himself as his sister, it can not only relieve the mother, but also prevent the mother from misunderstanding that they are lovers.

"Mom, we're here." Ling Banxia took him out of the room.

Fang Yachun sat opposite them and smiled and said to Mojiu, "Thank you for taking care of my daughter."

"You are kind to me, Auntie." Mo Jiu lowered his eyes and did not dare to look at her, and his palms began to sweat.

Mo Jiu grew up, and Fang Yachun couldn't recognize him anymore, but she vaguely felt that the child looked very familiar.

"At noon today, my aunt cooks for you, just treat it as an aunt, thank you for helping me take care of my daughter."

Seeing that his mother was about to walk to the kitchen, Mo Jiu hurriedly stood up and said, "No need..."

It's been so many years, for the first time I've been watching my mother so close.

She is old, with more wrinkles on her face, and her body is weaker and thinner, and she no longer has the grace and temperament she was when she was young. But it doesn't matter, and her mother will always be the most beautiful in her heart. Mo Jiu just feels sad. She must have suffered a lot when her mother raises her sister alone. He wants to go back to her mother many times, but she doesn't have the courage. Even if she mustered up her courage a few times, she was stopped by Daren.

Fang Yachun said, "Don't be polite, try my aunt's skills."

Ling Banxia ran to get the things, "Mom, I'll help you get the dishes in. When we came back from Los Angeles yesterday, we bought a lot of dishes."

"good."

Mo Jiu looked at their backs and tears finally broke down.

That rainy night, that tragedy, and the chill when I was driven away by my mother, were rolled in my body together, and warmed by my mother's past love. The two feelings were complicated and intertwined, leaving only pain and helplessness.

"You go back to your room to rest, I'll help."

Ling Banxia looked at her mother, looked at him, and finally nodded and went to her room.

Fang Yachun said to Mo Jiu who walked in: "No need to help, just go and rest with Xiaoxia."

"That, because I'm a little hungry, if we cook together, we can be faster."

"Oh, that's it. OK. Then help the aunt wash the vegetables on the ground."

"Yes." Mo Jiu nodded, squatted down to pick up the vegetables on the ground, and was still in a daze.

Mo Jiu had no intention of washing vegetables at all. Yu Guang kept glancing at Fang Yachun and found that she was always looking at him.

"You, why do you always stare at me?" Mo Jiu asked, still not daring to look at my mother.

Fang Yachun smiled awkwardly and explained: "I'm sorry, the more I look at you, the more I feel, the more I think you look like someone I know. Especially these eyes!"

Mo Jiu's movements stopped for a while.

"Is that right..." He still clearly remembered that his mother said when she met him in an orphanage that his peach blossom eyes were very beautiful.

"Then, aunt, who is the person you know?" Mo Jiu asked, trying hard to restrain his crying voice.

Fang Yachun shook her head: "It's all over, it doesn't matter."

When Mo Jiu heard something in his heart suddenly "bang", it turned into scattered pieces, and the only trace of fantasy was shattered.

He thought that after so many years, his mother's hatred for him would fade a little; he thought that his mother would think of him. But...

Everything is just a fantasy.

My mother still hated herself, so much that she didn't want to mention it. In my mother's heart, he was no longer an important person.
To be continued...