During that time, Ning An and Song Shaoyan's collaboration amaze all the audience, and applause from the audience continued.

Both of them have excellent English qualities, not only smooth and standard, but also affectionate.

Song Shaoyan was unruly and he was disdainful of such a performance. As soon as the show ended, he drove his sports car away from the campus.

However, Ning An was reluctant to leave in the backstage. She sat in the corner and quietly watched the program video over and over again, carefully treasured it.

The little white dress was hung in her closet until she was divorced, because she didn't know until that moment... Everything between her and Song Shaoyan was a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water, something she regarded as a treasure, and he had never cared about.

She memorized that English poem over and over again, and could recite it backwards as if it were flowing. The poem was deeply engraved in her mind.

What she just read was the one she recited on the stage.

At this moment, when she heard Mo Xiu’s reminiscing, she was in a daze and returned to yesterday, with her eyes wet.

"Andhidhisfaceamidacrowdofstars." Mo Xiu finished reading the last sentence.

The breeze blows the leaves on the ground, and the leaves rub the ground and make a "rustling" sound.

All around, extremely quiet.

Ning An held the glass in both hands, and the emotions in his heart took a long time to calm down.

"Mr. Mo can read this poem too?" she asked quietly.

Mo Xiu paused for a few seconds and said lightly: "I happened to learn it."

Ning An's nose felt sour and he closed his eyes slightly.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"It's nothing, I remember some of the past." Ning An stood up and walked towards his room. "Mr. Mo, I feel a little uncomfortable. Go back and rest first, sorry."

The wind blows the peach blossoms on the trees, and the pink petals float gently, falling on the stone table, next to the tea cup in Ning'an, and in the water in the cup, like a light boat.

Ning An kept locking himself in the bedroom and was unwilling to come out for dinner.

Xiaoduo called her several times, but she didn't come out.

Xiaoduo was helpless.

Mo Xiu went out and when he came back, he brought Ning An a cup of warm barley taro milk tea.

Mo Xiu knocked on the door himself: "Ning'an."

The driver Lao Zheng was rubbing the car outside. The sky was already dark, and the black Bentley was flashing with a low-key and luxurious luster under the street lights.

Xiaoduo ran over quietly: "Master Zheng, where has Mr. Mo been? You have been out for a long time. Have you bought something for Sister Ning'an?"

"I went to a milk tea shop called Juyueqing, bought a cup of milk tea, and queued up for more than an hour."

"Not?"

"It's gone."

"Mr. Mo still likes drinking this?"

"I bought it for Miss Ning, how could Mr. Mo drink this?"

"Master Zheng, Mr. Mo is inconvenient to mobility. Isn't it really waiting for more than an hour?" Xiaoduo was surprised. "This store is so popular. Every time I see the queues so long, I give up."

"I also advised Mr. Mo to change his family, but Mr. Mo refused and said that this one is the best food in Huacheng." The driver wiped the car, "It was me who lined up. Mr. Mo was not convenient for him to show up, so he kept waiting for me patiently in the car."

"You bought a cup of milk tea once you went out?"

"Otherwise."

Xiaoduo shrugged: "I had known that I would bring me a cup."

"By the way, Mr. Mo's sweater is in the opposite direction. Why don't you know how to remind me?" the driver whispered.
Chapter completed!