Chapter 157 – If We Have Never Met
At the end of August, Mo Fei still had to leave.
Packing up the luggage in the bedroom, Yang Yi helped Mo Fei fold her clothes and put them neatly in the suitcase. Both of them just concentrate on their work and didn’t say a word.
“Mama, when will you be back?” Xixi was reluctant to part with her mother. She was like her shadow, following her every footstep.
“Mama is going back to deal with some things. After a while, I will be back and will surely send Xixi to the kindergarten.” Mo Fei turned around distressedly1in a distressed manner., hugged her daughter, and said.
The main reason for going back this time was to tell Sister Ling about the new album. They have already prepared 12 songs, and it was time for Sister Ling to make good on her promise and make the preparation of Mo Fei’s new album the top priority.
If she started preparing on the new album, Mo Fei wouldn’t need to travel to various cities, the number of commercial performances and announcements would be reduced, and she could devote all her efforts in preparing the new album.
“Mama, don’t leave after you come back, okay? Xixi doesn’t want you to go.” The little girl pouted her mouth and said sadly. At the thought of her mother not being around, Xixi felt very uncomfortable, and her big eyes began to fill with tears.
Mo Fei glanced at Yang Yi subconsciously. The blockhead was still looking down to help her pack without saying a word. She pursed her lips, turned her head, and continued comforting Xixi.
No matter how much she was reluctant to let go, she still has to separate.
Mo Xiaojuan’s car arrived downstairs very early. Mo Fei was holding Xixi and Yang Yi followed behind with her suitcase. The two were silent, as if they had gone back to the past.
But that was actually not the case, because when looking at each other, their eyes didn’t have the indifference of the past. They were just hiding their reluctance. They just wanted the other party to see that their strong.
“Brother-in-law, it’s not a life-or-death parting. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of my sister!” Mo Xiaojuan opened the trunk and said grinningly.
Mo Fei and her daughter were just like parting couples, reluctant to part. It was hard for them to say goodbye. Mo Fei made countless guarantees and managed to coax Xixi.
Finally, before getting on the car, Mo Fei couldn’t bear it anymore. With her mouth bulging2I think like this: HERE., she walked up to Yang Yi, and gently kicked the tip of Yang Yi’s shoe. “Hey, you big blockhead, don’t you have anything to say to me?”
Yang Yi scratched his head and thought about it, then said, “Take care of yourself and don’t tire yourself too much.”
These concerns warmed Mo Fei’s heart, but it still wasn’t enough.
Of course, Mo Fei could still understand Yang Yi’s personality and didn’t force him. Mo Fei stretched out her hand and pulled out Yang Yi’s collar, which he hadn’t even pulled out because he was so absentminded today, and folded it gently.
“Then I’m leaving!” Mo Fei said, but still couldn’t help telling him, “Take good care of Xixi at home, and also bathe the cats more often, and feed them cat food and water on time. Don’t forget!”
Yang Yi nodded.
Mo Xiaojuan was in the driver’s seat, looking at the two through the open window, with a smile in her eyes.
“And! Don’t mess around3沾花惹草 – (idiom) to moisten the flower and beckon the leaves; to womanize.and keep your distance from those little girls!” Mo Fei bit her lower lip gently and said with her head down.
After speaking, she felt embarrassed and wanted to turn around and leave.
But suddenly, her hand was held, by a big, warm, and rough hand.
Yang Yi grabbed Mo Fei and looked at her. After a few seconds, he took an envelope out of his trouser pocket and placed it gently on Mo Fei’s hand.
“What is this?” Mo Fei felt that her head was a little short of oxygen at that moment.4Dazed.
Yang Yi loosened his hand and scratched his head a little embarrassingly: “A letter, this, you can read it after you go back!”
…….
Mo Fei forgot how she got in the car and whether she finally said goodbye to Xixi and Yang Yi. Anyway, in the passenger seat, she just sat there blankly, staring at the envelope in her hand.
“Really? Sister, are you so useless? Brother-in-law wrote you a love letter and you get dazed with delight? Haven’t you ever received a love letter before?” Mo Xiaojuan’s teasing brought Mo Fei back to her senses.
“Who said I haven’t? You little girl, drive the car properly!” Mo Fei blushed and said angrily.
As she has been beautiful since she was a little girl, she has indeed received a lot of love letters before. But because she made her debut at a very young age, she didn’t spend much time at school, and the love letters she received were basically cleaned up by her agent at that time…
Besides, could other people’s love letters be compared with Yang Yi’s?
While waiting for the traffic light, Mo Xiaojuan leaned over excitedly and said, “Look, sister, look what brother-in-law has written!”
Mo Fei quickly drew the envelope back into her arms. “Why, I’m not showing it to you!”
“It is necessary to be so mysterious?” Mo Xiaojuan curled her lips, snorted, and said, “But I can’t stand you, either. You obviously like him, and you don’t want to take the initiative to confess!”
“No way!” Mo Fei retorted subconsciously, then lowered her voice and said, “How can a woman speak first!”
“I think brother-in-law is even less likely to speak, because of his personality!” Mo Xiaojuan couldn’t help shaking her head. “I really can’t stand it. He’s more wood than wood5木头 – This can be translated as wood or blockhead. Mo Xiaojuan is just saying that “Yang Yi is worse than a blockhead” or “he is so much of a blockhead”. The reason I used “wood” here instead of “blockhead” is because of Mo Fei’s reply. It’s a play on words. I think.. He’s not romantic like Mu Li’ang, who writes beautiful love songs! I’m sure there are absolutely no sweet words in that letter brother-in-law wrote to you!”
“Wood also has the benefits of a wood. Why couldn’t it be full of sweet words? Moreover…” Mo Fei couldn’t help but want to defend Yang Yi. She wanted to tell Mo Xiaojuan about the series of sweet things that Yang Yi had done after saying he wanted to pursue her that day.
But Mo Fei was afraid that it would be really like as what Mo Xiaojuan said. What if what Yang Yi said in the letter was just ordinary things? Wouldn’t she lose face?
Still, Mo Fei couldn’t resist opening the letter to see what was inside.
But after taking out the white stationary inside and reading it, Mo Fei couldn’t help but be stunned and stare at it blankly for a long time.
“What does it say?” Mo Xiaojuan came across a traffic light again. She stopped and asked.
Mo Fei’s face was red. She hesitated for a moment, then handed the letter to Mo Xiaojuan, feeling a little proud. Although she tried to hide it, the corners of her mouth raised up slightly.
Mo Xiaojuan took it and took a look: “Hey, it’s a poem! Brother-in-law also write poems?”
She read it out casually: “As long as we have loved each other once…
If we have never met,
Maybe my heart will never be serious.
If I really fail to come into contact with you,
I’m afraid my life won’t be easy.
One look from you
Is enough to make my heart pass the hurricane calmly and swiftly.
Being on a barren land
Made me have a deeper understanding of the scenery.
A long journey
Is Enough to languish a weak heart.
Every time I see a slight waves in the autumn water6秋水 – limpid autumn waters (trad. description of girl’s beautiful eyes). So, see a tear in her eyes or see her sad. I think..
I can’t help but burst into tears.
How can we be flustered to death
And be indifferent to love?
As long as we have loved each other once.
It is a life with no regrets.”
The poem “Only Loved Each Other Once” was written by Wang Guozhen, a famous poet, calligrapher, and painter in Yang Yi’s previous life. However, Yang Yi didn’t copy the second half of the poem, and only selected the positive side from the first part.
Mo Xiaojuan’s recitation of the poem was just like boiled water, plain and tasteless, and it didn’t reflect the charm of the poem. But it didn’t matter. Yang Yi’s simple and beautiful pen writing on the stationary has reflected the delicate emotion in the poem incisively and vividly.
“Oh, my God, Brother-in-law really wrote a love letter, and it’s a love poem!” Mo Xiaojuan exclaimed after she finished reading it.
Mo Fei wanted to smile, but didn’t want to look too smug. She pursed her lips and said, pretending not to care, “It’s just a poem. What’s so strange about it? I’m not so easy to be fooled by his poem!”
“Just a poem? Hum hum! Now you ask those little boys who can only send flowers to say sweet words and see who is as good as brother-in-law.” Mo Xiaojuan has changed sides.
“As long as we have love each other once, it is a life with no regrets.” Mo Xiaojuan repeated the last sentence and could not help but curl her lips. “Hey, I take back what I said just now, brother-in-law is not a wooden man, he is so sweet!”
“All right, all right! Stop reading, it’s time to drive! ” Mo Fei snatched the stationary back, folded it carefully, put it back in the envelope, and then carefully put it in her bag for fear of folding it. “Have you had breakfast? If you haven’t eaten, I’ll call Aunt Zhu and ask her to prepare some porridge for you.”
“No more.” Mo Xiaojuan was driving and said feebly, “I’ve been fed by your dog food!”
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