Chapter 269

That night, Mo shangyun and Chen Lu drank until midnight.

Barbecue shop people, do not know from when, gradually less, only two or three tables sitting.

Mo shangyun left with the help of Chen Lu.

Looking at the one who can drink most, he is the first to fall down.

He helped Chen Lu all the way to the door of his noodle shop. As soon as he opened the door, he heard the mobile phone ring.

Let the mobile phone ring, Mo shangyun helped Chen Lu into the door, casually found a chair, let Chen Lu sit down, and then took the mobile phone out.

The phone is from Mo shangshuang.

Mo shangyun called back.

"Brother."

When the mobile phone was handed to his ear, Mo shangyun put his hand in his trouser pocket. His voice was permeated by the evening wind, adding a sense of coolness.

"When do you leave?"

On the other side of the phone, Mo shangshuang asked directly.

Slightly squinting, Mo Shang Yun slanted lower body, facing the evening wind blowing, way: "tomorrow."

"I'll see you off." Frost on the ink.

Mo Shang Yun laughed, "no need."

"I've got a birthday present for you," said the voice of frost on the ink pauses, and then says, "and parents' share."

Hearing the sound, Mo shangyun slightly twisted his eyebrows.

She is about to have her birthday.

"OK," said Mo shangyun, "at 2 p.m., the airport."

There was no one on his head as a training cap, and half of his side face was exposed under the brim. When the car was turning the corner, some sunlight came in from the window and sprinkled on his body obliquely. The side face he saw was a bit dark, and the outline was stained with dazzling light edge, and the facial lines were mature and strong.

Mo Shang Shuang inherits Mo Ma's good genes, thick eyebrows, Danfeng eyes and beautiful facial features, but it also inherits the demeanor of Mo Cang, so it won't be misunderstood for gender.

After Mo shangyun got on the bus, Mo shangshuang had been driving and didn't say anything to Mo shangyun.

"Brother."

When he was bored, Mo shangyun called out to him.

"Well."

Mo shangyun took off the cap, put his arms in his hands, and looked straight ahead, "mom went to Chenji noodle shop the day before yesterday, and said she was looking for me."

"Yes."

"What do you want me to do?" Mo shangyun asked.

The frost on the ink slants a head, looked at her, opened the mouth edge to smash that weak mother daughter's sentiment, "she is to see Uncle Chen, looking for you is an excuse."

“……”

Mo Shang Yun helped his forehead.

If so

"She's been into calligraphy recently." The frost on the ink suddenly said.

"And then?" Mo Shang Yun picks eyebrows.

"The present for your birthday is a painting and calligraphy." Said, ink frost looked at the red light in front of him, stopped the car, and then raised his finger behind him, "all in the back."

Mo Yun stopped, and finally got up, stretched out his arm and took several bags from behind.

In the biggest bag, there is a pair of calligraphy and painting.

What's more, it's still mounted.

Mo shangyun took the painting and calligraphy and stopped for two seconds. After psychological preparation, he opened the painting and calligraphy.

In front of my eyes, there are four big characters with flying dragon and Phoenix dancing and no aesthetic feeling.

Essence, loyalty, newspaper and country.

It's not signed.

“……”

The line of sight swept several times on these words. Mo shangyun's face was dark, and the corner of his mouth was severely whipped.

I really want to teach this amazing woman what real calligraphy is.

"Does she know what these words mean?" Mo Shang Yun's voice was gloomy.

The frost on the ink looks at her with some sympathy.

I didn't have the heart to tell her that just these words were written by her mother temporarily. Before writing, she should have been reading the biography of Yue Fei in the history of Song Dynasty.

After rolling up the calligraphy and painting, Mo shangyun threw it back and said, "I'll send you off."

Mo shangshuang continued to drive and said solemnly, "I can't afford it."

“……”

Mo Shang Yun, with a black face, didn't even want to see the remaining two gifts, so he threw them back.

Mo shangshuang took a look at her.

At home, the mother's position as the first adult has never been passively shaken.

Mo Shang Yun is still a little tender.

No words all the way.

Mo shangyun took Mo shangyun to lunch, and then he sent him to the airport.

When Mo shangyun got out of the car, Mo shangshuang specially handed the birthday gift to Mo shangyun, especially the bag containing calligraphy and painting, which was steadily handed to him.

If you can, the ink cream is expected to break off the fingers of Mo shangyun one by one and hold the bag tightly to avoid any accidents along the way.

With those bags, Mo shangyun left without nostalgia, and even a little lucky.

In a few more days, it may be more than calligraphy and painting.Mo shangshuang didn't leave immediately. Instead, she stood in the same place and watched Mo shangyun enter the airport. Then she slowly withdrew her sight.

Little girl, no matter what, have a good journey.

It's a good journey.

This life, too.

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