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Volume 4 The Coat of Arms of the Wolf Chapter 107 That Winter (1)

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    The sky is an endless blue sky. Standing under this high and picturesque sky, it is inevitable that you will feel a sense of illusion between dreams and reality.

    Time, how much time can a person spend in his life?  Even the most imaginative person in the world must not be able to answer this question. After all, time itself is a hazy and illusory existence.

    Seven days, one week, one hundred and sixty-eight hours, one thousand and eighty minutes, six hundred and four thousand eight hundred seconds, even if it is converted accurately into seconds, it is still unreal and unacceptable.

    Seven days, for the years Mo Jian had spent, these seven days were not too long, and for the road he would take in the future, perhaps these seven days were just a prelude.

    Namjoon is dead. In the seven days without him, this town seems to have become unusually peaceful. There are no more disputes, no more noise, only the gorgeous sky like an oil painting and the deathly silence.  .

    In the peaceful streets, Mo Jian and Nan Jiajia walked aimlessly side by side. In the past few days, Nan Jiajia seemed to have improved a lot. At least she no longer cried. However, the reason why she  Whether she doesn't cry is because she is strong or fragile, but there is no way of knowing.

    Mo Jian walked quietly, turning his head to look at that beautiful side face from time to time. There were several times when he seemed to have something he wanted to say, but in the end he still didn't say it.

    Time passed bit by bit, and they seemed to be chasing the invisible footsteps of time farther and farther away.

    Not far from the junction of the south and north of the town, in the rows of independent villas with novel styles, Nan Jiajia stopped expressionlessly.

    And Mo Jian had no choice but to stop and look with her, but when he followed Nan Jiajia's gaze, his heart suddenly started to beat uneasily like a bucket.

    His memory has always been very good, and because of this, he could easily recognize the building that had a distinct image in his mind among the villas that were not much different from each other at a glance.

    Home, everyone should have a home. Even if they don¡¯t want to admit it or go back, they can¡¯t hide the fact that it exists. What Mo Jian saw at this moment was the home of Nanjun and Nan Jiajia.

    The main door slowly opened with the twist of the keyhole, and the bright and spacious hall as before, as if nothing had happened, instantly came into view.

    This place shouldn't be so clean, but Mo Jian was not surprised. Maybe even if he missed something and forgot something, Ye Zi obviously wouldn't.

    Nan Jiajia quietly looked at the bright and spacious hall in front of her. After being silent for a while, she walked towards the corridor. Mo Jian on the side also quickly followed with a solemn expression.

    On the second floor, Mo Jian was familiar with it since he had been here before. Nanjun and Nan Jiajia¡¯s bedrooms were also located on this floor.

    On the sofa, Nan Jiajia sat down silently. Looking at the empty face that seemed to have lost its soul, Mo Jian couldn't help but feel nervous.

    "What should be done, what should be done to break this panicking silence." Mo Jian, who was searching around, finally stopped at the refrigerator in the corner.

    After rummaging around in the refrigerator for a while, he finally closed the refrigerator helplessly. Of course, this was not because the refrigerator was empty, but because he discovered when he came into contact with the refrigerated mineral water in the refrigerator.  Drinking ice water in the weather is such a stupid thing to do.

    "What are you thinking about?"

    When Nan Jiajia turned her empty gaze to look at Mo Jian, Mo Jian couldn't help but feel sad for his stupidity again.

    Nan Jiajia abruptly looked away from Mo Jian, stood up slowly, and walked towards the room behind Mo Jian with an expressionless expression like a doll.

    Apart from the large and comfortable-looking bed, the only other furnishing in the empty room was the full-length antique round mirror.

    Mo Jian had never been here before, but he could tell at a glance that this was Namjoon's room.

    "I want to be alone for a while."

    Mo Jian stared blankly at Nan Jiajia, who was lying quietly on the bed with her hands spread out, and turned around after a while.

    "Ah, I'll wait for you outside."

    After gently closing the door, Mo Jian walked to the sofa with heavy steps, sat down slowly, and closed his eyes. The memories of the past were like hydrogen balloons with broken strings, constantly interacting with him.  appeared in his eyes.

    And when he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes couldn't help but be attracted by the gray photo album under the coffee table.

    After hesitating, his arm finally stretched out, and when he took out the thick photo album from under the coffee table, his eyes suddenly tightened.

    Photo album, he has seen this photo album, it is something that Namjoon regards as a treasure, and in just a few short yearsA few months ago, Namjoon had shared these precious memories with him with a smile.

    The photo album was slowly unfolded with trembling fingers, and all the love that was so heavy that it penetrated deeply into the photos appeared before Mo Jian's eyes.

    He had seen these photos before, and he felt very happy at that time. However, at this moment, his heart felt like thousands of needles were stuck in it, making it difficult for him to breathe.

    "Hey, Xiao Mo, look at this, isn't it cute?"

    "And this one, this girl has been so beautiful since she was a child, it's really worrying"

    "Hey, Xiao Mo, I've always been thinking about how great it would be if time could stop. Maybe it's a bit selfish, but I really want her to stay by my side."

    Mo Jian slowly raised his head and looked at the empty body beside him. A series of hazy mist gradually appeared in his deep eyes.

    Maybe it¡¯s because the memory is too clear, or because the time is too short, or because the muddleheaded brain can¡¯t get used to it.

    At this moment, in Mo Jian's eyes, he was here, right next to him, telling him those helpless confusions in that teasing and helpless tone.

    Amidst the confused memories and dream-like reality, Mo Jian lowered his head again and cast his gaze filled with sadness to the photo album again.

    In the photo, she conveyed her breathtaking beauty to him with various expressions, and in the end, Mo Jian's trembling fingers slowly stopped.

    He has not read the last page, and Namjoon has never let him read it, because most of the pictures on the last page are her recent photos.

    However, among them, there was one where she was smiling so joyfully and so brightly, and for some reason, looking at her satisfied smile, Mo Jian suddenly had a hazy feeling of traveling through time and space.  , at that moment, all he saw were Namjoon and Nan Jiajia smiling at each other.

    "Hey, Brother Nan, I will definitely keep it well." After Mo Jian said this resolutely, he slowly took the photo out of the album.
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