The time of the city

Chapter 239 I love you

After Mo Yu entered the house, Aunt Luo raised her hand and gently slapped Su Daqiang in the face. "I told you to show off. Yu Yu looked like a city girl before. You went to the big city, but she can only stay in our small fishing village. She must feel lost. She has lived a hard life here. She couldn't even light a fire before, but now she can cook so many dishes. Sigh."

Su Daqiang touched his head, looking regretful: "Mom, I was wrong. I brought a smartphone as a gift for Yuyu. I also planned to install internet at home so that Yuyu won't have to go to the school computer room to go online in the future."

In the evening, Mo Yu finished washing the dishes and sat under the big tree at the gate of the yard to enjoy the cool air as usual.

A gentle breeze blew past, lifting the strands of hair from her forehead. She looked down at the various scars on her thighs and hands. During the year in the fishing village, her once fair skin had turned into a healthy tan, and her figure was rounder than before.

The once fragile young lady has now become tougher after being tempered by time and life.

"Yuyu." Aunt Luo's voice came from behind, interrupting Mo Yu's thoughts.

Mo Yu turned her head, a smile on her face: "Aunt Luo, come and sit down."

"Yuyu, this is the phone Daqiang bought for you." Aunt Luo walked over to Moyu and handed her a brand new smartphone.

Mo Yu glanced at her phone and quickly pushed Aunt Luo's hand back. "A phone that can make calls is enough for me. I don't have internet at home, so why would I need a smartphone?"

Aunt Luo insisted on putting the phone in Mo Yu's arms and said earnestly, "Da Qiang will have broadband installed in a few days. You had nothing when you came here, and now that you've moved in, I don't have the money to buy you a phone. It's only because you became a teacher that you used your salary to buy yourself an old phone. You're a girl from the city, so you must have had a very good phone before. Keep this phone. You can use it to pass the time at home online."

A hint of sadness flashed across Mo Yu's eyes, and she said softly, "I'm very happy here. It doesn't matter if I can't go online."

In fact, she knew in her heart that if she couldn't access the Internet, she wouldn't be able to see all kinds of information on the Internet. She was afraid of seeing news about the Ni family.

She once thought about going back, but when she thought of herself limping and looking so miserable, she lost her courage. She really didn't dare to appear in front of the people she once knew in such a posture.

She comforted herself that fortunately Ni Jiamu was successful in his career now, and his parents and brother must be living well. Even if she didn't go back, they would definitely be happy.

Aunt Luo paused, her eyes falling on Mo Yu's wrist. "What's written on your wrist? This pen is really good quality, it never fell off. I wanted to ask before. I asked Daqiang to buy it for me the other day and write Xiaomin's name on it. It's been two years since she left, and Xixi is seven now. I miss her so much."

Mo Yu gently stroked the tattoo on her wrist, her expression gentle. "Aunt Luo, this isn't written with a pen, it's tattooed. These are the names of my loved ones. Aunt Luo, Sister Minmin, and Brother Wang must miss you very much in heaven. Thank you for taking such good care of Xixi."

Aunt Luo held Mo Yu's hand and looked at it carefully: "Then this person must be very important."

Mo Yu nodded slightly, her eyes firm: "Yes, he is a very important person."

In a KTV in City A, dazzling lights are flashing and dynamic music is like surging waves, hitting the eardrums one after another.

Ni Jiamu sat in the corner of the box, which was like an isolated island in the hustle and bustle, isolating him from the bustle.

He leaned casually on the sofa, his legs naturally crossed, a cigarette tucked into his right hand. He narrowed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and then exhaled. The smoke from his mouth slowly rose, obscuring his face.

Bai Jinwei came to Ni Jiamu with a takeaway, "Jiamu, stop smoking, you're almost becoming a heavy smoker. Come, have a bite of food." As he spoke, he handed the takeaway to Ni Jiamu.

Ni Jiamu pushed Bai Jinwei's hand away, shook off the cigarette ash, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm not hungry. Why didn't I find cigarettes so good before?"

"Your health is more important, Jiamu." Bai Jinwei held the takeaway in front of Ni Jiamu again. "Besides working hard, you drink and smoke, and never eat on time. What if your health collapses?"

"I'll eat later. I don't have an appetite now." Ni Jiamu's voice was still faint. He put out the cigarette butt, leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes.

"Jinwei, Jiamu, I saw a painting online that looks very much like Xiao Hecheng's style." Ji Lin held the tablet and quickly walked to sit next to Bai Jinwei.

Bai Jinwei glanced at the tablet and curled his lips: "The stage name Hero is so tacky, it doesn't seem like something Xiao Hecheng would come up with."

Ji Lin ignored Bai Jinwei and continued to talk to himself: "Just now I chatted with him privately as a buyer, and the kiss made me feel like a girl, and he only accepts mail delivery, or requires us to be local residents of City C."

"Oh, could it be Mo Yu on the other side?" Bai Jinwei suddenly said.

Upon hearing Mo Yu's name, Ni Jiamu, who had been resting with his eyes closed, immediately opened his eyes. He stood up abruptly, walked a few steps to Ji Lin, and looked down at the painting on the tablet.

The painting showed a young girl being harmed by a bad guy and a boy stepping forward to save her.

But strangely, the boy is clearly a rescuer and a great hero, yet the colors around him are dark. In contrast, the girl who is being persecuted is painted as tall, with a beam of light shining down from above her, which is particularly dazzling in the darkness.

Ni Jiamu stared at the painting for a long time and said, "Find a way to get him to come to City A." After that, he turned around and left the box.

"Jia Mu, dinner, we haven't eaten yet." Bai Jinwei shouted loudly from behind.

"Stop shouting, he's gone." Ji Lin said calmly, his eyes still fixed on the painting.

"Oh, I'm really worried that Jiamu's body will not be able to bear it one day. Do you think Moyu is still alive?"

"I pray she's still alive." Ji Lin closed the tablet. "As long as she's alive, Jiamu can live. When Moyu first got into trouble, Jiamu attempted suicide several times. If Leng Xiyan hadn't said Xiao Hecheng was still alive, Moyu would have gone to find Xiao Hecheng and convinced him that if Xiao Hecheng could survive such a serious injury, Moyu must be alive too. Otherwise, Jiamu would have lost the desire to live long ago."

It was late at night, and Ni Jiamu was lying on the bed in Mo Yu's room in the old house. The moonlight shone through the window onto his face.

He rested his head on his hands, staring intently at the picture of the moon hanging on the opposite wall.

"Xiao Yu, I miss you so much. I didn't throw away the moon picture, I hung it up again for you. Please come back and stay with me." Ni Jiamu whispered softly, tears flashing in his eyes, which looked particularly crystal clear in the moonlight.

"I love dreaming, but I can never fall asleep. In my dream, you and I successfully completed our wedding. You were not absent, and you married me with the veil I embroidered." The corners of his mouth rose, but there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.

"In the dream, we had our own child, and in the dream you loved me very much. I didn't understand why people dream before, but now I understand. It's probably because dreams replace reality, and things that cannot be completed can only be realized in dreams." His voice became lower and lower.

"You are vague in my dream, but you gave me clear love."

"I love you, Mo Yu."

Finally, he said this sentence softly, and his voice echoed in the silent room for a long time.