Good Morning, Dear

Nan Youjin was seldom worried. When she was worried, there must be a big event. The assistant didn't dare to delay his big event. She asked carefully, "would you like to ask Xiao Wang to go over for me? He's a little free now..."

"No, no, no, I don't want too many people to know about this for the time being. Just you and I know. I'll wait for you. Hurry up and don't talk to him all the time." he refused the assistant's kindness and didn't want too many people to know about it. Unexpectedly, he didn't know what would appear in the red envelope.

Wait!

Patience and so on!

While waiting, he also ran to Mo Li to ask the latest situation and whether he had found the clue of shield.

As a result, Mo Li gave him a painless oblique look: "what are you anxious about? What are your sons anxious about? My wife and I rarely have a chance to live in a world of two. Can you let me finish first?"

Nan Youjin was so angry that she wanted to jump into the sea, but she really didn't have the ability to find Dun, so she could only be angry with him. He stamped his foot with hatred. He pointed to Mo Li and scolded, "wait for me. You'd better ask me for help later, otherwise I'll do the same to you."

Mo Li didn't bother to pay attention to him, waved to him disdainfully, clinked a glass with Cheng Qingyao and drank slowly.

As time goes by, Nan Youjin is on fire waiting in the room. Mo Li and Cheng Qingyao are happy outside. They don't want to go back or feel sleepy.

"How beautiful." the sea at night is really beautiful. It is an indescribable beauty. The sky is dotted with stars and the sea is sparkling. It looks like charming eyes staring at each other and diamonds.

Cheng Qingyao had the opportunity to appreciate it for the first time. She was so beautiful that she jumped in her mood. She lay on the railing and opened her arms to the sea. Most of the tourists have gone to bed. There are only a few tourists on such a large deck, far away, and no one bothers anyone.

Mo Li hugged her from behind, hugged and kissed her, and integrated her gentle feelings with the charming sea view. At this moment, they are enjoying, happy and happy.

At two o'clock in the morning, Nan Youjin didn't wait for the news of the assistant, and they were still lingering on the deck. Mo Li covered her with a thick cloak and held her in his arms: "cold or not"

"With you, it's not cold." Cheng Qingyao nestled in his arms, happy to cry. I don't know who is playing the harmonica. The beautiful sound of the harmonica suddenly floats in the distance, with unspeakable feelings, a little heavy, a little heavy, and the thick thoughts that are most easily touched in the night.

Hearing the infinite emotion aroused in my heart, I want to cry more and more!

Cheng Qingyao stood up and looked for the reputation of the piano, but he couldn't find the player, so he suggested: "let's go and find out who was playing the piano. The person who can play this sound must also be a person with rich experience and heart."

"OK." as long as she is happy, he is willing to accompany her all the way to the end. Holding her warm little hand, they chased the sound together, getting closer and closer. It's basically certain that the player is on the deck in front.

The front deck has more space than the back deck, and there are more people hiding. But at this time of night, there were only a few people on the front deck, all quietly listening to the moving sound of the piano.

The player kept away from the lights and stood hazily in the windward position at the bow of the boat. He played alone. He was so absorbed that he had forgotten where he was and the fireworks in the world. In the sound of his piano, there is only feeling and missing, which is constantly filled in the sky over the vast sea.

"Do you think his back looks familiar?" Cheng Qingyao's observation has always been good. She feels that this person is a bit like sun Jianbing, and her round body looks so small in front of the sea.

Mo Li nodded approvingly: "it should be him." but they haven't met since they met in the hotel. We had dinner on the boat and never met again.

But I don't want to meet here now!

When the repertoire was finished, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and the atmosphere suddenly fell into silence. It seemed that Cheng Qingyao was not used to other time and space. Others were the same. Some applauded and others shouted, "play another song."

But he didn't want to play any more. He closed the piano and turned slowly. At the moment of turning, he bumped into their eyes and froze there, looking incredible.

Until Cheng Qingyao led Mo Li over, he dared to believe that he was right. He smiled shyly and honestly: "Mr. Mo, Mrs. Mo, it's so coincidence that you didn't sleep."

"I can't sleep. It's rare for her to be interested. I'll accompany her out to enjoy the night scenery. It's really lucky to hear Mr. Sun playing so beautifully." Mo Li relieved his doubts and spoke calmly, as if he met an old friend. However, as he spoke, his eyes moved from sun Jianbing to Cheng Qingyao, and his eyes could not be moved away.

Cheng Qingyao also praised him for his good blowing. He also put the tender Mo Li aside and chatted happily with sun Jianbing. She asked him if there was any story in the sound of the piano and if he was missing his girlfriend

Sun Jianbing smiled sadly: "I'm not missing her, I'm missing my father."

"Oh" Mo Li checked him and knew that his father died of disease, but Cheng Qingyao didn't know. He looked at him blankly and didn't understand that his father was in a state at this time

Sun Jianbing didn't hide it, let alone treat them as strangers who can't talk. He began to say his father: "my father is a teacher. He is very serious and harsh. Since I have memory, he has a cold face all day."

"If I don't do well or learn well, his yardstick will come down from the top of my head. Many times I think, grow up quickly, grow up early, and then fly away."

"At that time, I wanted to go as far as possible. When I left, he couldn't beat me. Later, I finally realized my wish, went abroad to study and work, and never came back."

"Then I received the news that he was ill. Goodbye. He is not what I remember. He is old, wrinkled and pale. Hey..." with a long sigh, he told his unspeakable sadness, tears in his eyes, and stared at the distant sea heavily: "He can't eat, speak or beat. His fingers can't move. Only his eyes can follow me and look at me. He has a lot to say to me, but he can't say the last word. Hey..."

Another deep sigh, telling his endless regret. If he could start again, he would not run so far and never come back.

He will stay with his father and understand that his feelings for his father are not hatred. His father's words and deeds have long gone deep into his bone marrow and become a part of his body, which can never be abandoned.

Night is the most vulnerable and the easiest time to miss. Tonight, he thought of his father again. He couldn't be calm again, so he came out and played the harmonica to sacrifice the soul in the night sky.

Cheng Qingyao asked him to mourn. Mo Li also asked, "what disease did my father have?"

"In the end, no specific cause was found. The doctor gave a vague diagnosis of pancreatic cancer." ah, the development was very fast. The mother said that the examination was less than two months from the examination to death. It was not real. The mother also said he suffered a lot. He could not sleep and had no food to eat. He lost twenty pounds in a week. When I saw him, he had already become thin paper. , already... Hey, I'm sorry, Mr. mo. it's late at night. I'll go back and have a rest first, and you'll have an early rest. "

When it comes to the sad part, he can't pretend to be calm anymore. With tears in his eyes, Cheng Qingyao leaves first. Looking at his far away back, Cheng Qingyao can't help thinking of his dead mother. He feels the same pain. He also has a feeling of sympathy for sun Jianbing.

Give me another layer of good will in the past!

Mo Li is also watching him leave, but there is no emotion of Cheng Qingyao, and there is no other emotion. It seems that the calm sea can't make waves. Maybe he is a doctor and has long been surprised by the normal state of life, old age and death.

"Let's go back to bed too!" Cheng Qingyao felt so heavy that she didn't want to stay any longer. She led Mo Li back to the room. Niannian and Yao Yao had already slept in the room. The doctor lived at the opposite door, and the nanny stood by the child's bed. When they came in, she whispered: "Miss Niannian didn't eat at night. She was still worried about shield. Master Yao's fever completely subsided, and the inflammation in her eyes was lighter during the day."

Mo Li asked her to go back to rest. He accompanied them by the bed for a while. At the same time, Nan Youjin's assistant finally finished his work, rushed to his villa, opened his car, found the red envelope he put in the drawer, opened the red envelope with light, took out the cash inside and looked for a check

Nan Youjin just called and said that she remembered Mo Li and said that Cheng Qingyao would send him a check. Let's see if there is a check in it