The accumulation of negative emotions is the root of evil.

Mo Cong never believes that he is a person easily manipulated by emotions. He is cold and calm, and can keep the most rational side in any situation, not because he is fearless and courageous... But because of the desolation in his heart - at least because he thinks he is desolate.

Xiaoyu, after all, is a sensible child. Although she was startled by the noise in her bedroom, she didn't ask much when she watched Anjie pour the dumplings in the lunch box on the plate, cover them with plastic wrap and put them back in the refrigerator.

She is smart, but not curious. Sometimes she is similar to her brother, but as a girl, she is more modest.

Mo Cong breathed a sigh of relief, but he was puzzled. Why did he feel like a sigh of relief when Xiaoyu found that he was tied up like an Egyptian mummy dumpling and hiding in Anjie's bedroom? Xiaoyu is not like Xiaojin. Because of her character, she will take it as if she didn't see it. If he doesn't take the initiative to say it, she won't say it - but it doesn't mean she won't take it to heart.

Even if Mo Cong knew that he was as smelly and hard as a stone in the pit before, he resolutely walked on the first front of destroying social security and stability, and had no intention of repentance, and had the posture of not bumping into the south wall and not looking back. Deep down in his heart, after so many years of compulsory and non compulsory education, under the influence of the mainstream culture and the strong concept of right and wrong, he still knew that his behavior was wrong... He was guilty.

The crime of smuggling, the crime of drugs, the crime of killing and wounding people are the things that will make him bear to death.

But when he was young, he didn't have so much worry and repentance, and he didn't have such a strong sense of whether his hands were clean or not.

In order to rebel against his father, who was nothing in his mind, he went on without hesitation, and with a kind of pleasure similar to revenge.

Who's taking revenge? In fact, this truth is easy to understand.

Later, Anjie told him that in fact, the truth in life is much simpler than the formula and theorem in mathematics and chemistry. As long as you are calm, you can't think it over. It's feelings that don't make sense.

It is because of improper family education and distorted parent-child relationship, but also because of his own narrow. Anjie told Mo Cong to the point: "you are a person with narrow mind and narrow vision. No matter how smart you go on like this, you are just a little smart."

After all, it's a young body. Even though Anjie is a self-taught doctor, he often makes patients feel extremely insecure. Mo is still recovering bit by bit. A few days later, Mo Cong could simply help his temporary landlord do some housework.

And after that extraordinary cry, he found that Anjie's attitude gradually improved.

Of course, his better attitude is another disaster for Mo Cong.

Because young people find that sometimes hormones are not transferred by the will of their masters - especially when their masters have little experience in dealing with them.

Reason tells Mo Cong that it's not good for him to be distracted so often and observe what Anjie is doing intentionally or unconsciously. It's an irrational behavior confused by appearance, because the man's identity, origin and purpose are all unclear - but if reason still counts at this time, then he won't have to worry about the above behavior.

This feeling... Is very weird.

When Anjie does his homework and looks at the map, he is also willing to sit down and have a chat with this obviously frustrated teenager. There is a big difference in the psychological age and background of the two people, but this does not prevent the conversation from making both sides very happy.

Don't be so sharp. In private, Anjie is inferior to himself. He seems to have a natural instinct to see things clearly. As long as he is not controlled by his own emotions and hormone levels, Mo can always see the root of things, and has a very fast and efficient solution.

This is also the reason why Xu Laosi, a coward and useless energy, stands among the major forces in the capital with a black suit.

For Anjie, this is a kind of new thinking. He has to admit that he is old and has a feeling of muddling along and getting tired of many things. He would rather deal with trouble than really pull out a knife to cut off the crux.

For example, he thought with chagrin that if he didn't weigh those forces in a roundabout way when he was fighting Cao Bing at that time, he would end the trouble in front of him with one shot. It would be a great security guarantee for Mo's twin sisters, and he didn't have to play the role of an old lady here.

Mo Cong's spirit was in a more strange state. He felt that there were two camps in his mind. They were very different from each other and quarreled endlessly. One side constantly tempts him to see his young landlord's exposed neck and his facial features, which are not too eye-catching at first sight, but can hardly find fault when he looks at them carefully.

Then the other party's saliva flew to remind him: you like to be at home, bird dependent, simple, kind, gentle and considerate... Don't be such a wolf in sheep's clothing... Cough, how did you not find that Anjie's eyes are even better than his?

Oh, no, it's wrong again.

So, this story tells us that the one who shouts "long live youth" when he has nothing to do is probably an old man and woman who has gone through this period and has a certain degree of fun watching mentality.

Mo hurriedly pinched himself, calmed down, reached out and knocked on the open door of the study to show politeness.

Anjie responded and reluctantly put down a map book with local photos in his hand. I don't know if it's because he can't go now. He has a deep attachment to Afghanistan.

"Well... I want to borrow the book Xiao Yu returned last time." Mo Cong pointed to the bookshelf and frowned slightly. "I saw something in her book last time... A child of her age should not have something."

Anjie stood up and gave it to him with a smile on his face: "I'm afraid you're disappointed. I don't have a romance novel."

Mo Cong took it over and had no choice but to look at it. It was actually a vernacular version of thirty six stratagems with war cases attached.

Anjie sat down on his rattan chair, cocked his legs and said slowly, "I suggest you talk to her when you get home. Xiaoyu may not be willing to talk to her, but you are his brother and Xiaojin after all - your father's death is very exciting to her."

Mo Cong sighed and put the book aside: "Xiaojin is the only one with true temperament in the Mo family and Li Biyun, who divorced and went abroad."

"Temperament... Everyone will be more or less controlled by their own emotions, don't rush," said Anjie, looking at him sharply, unconsciously taking some condescending lessons. "But if you want to be a real man, you'd better get rid of these - some people are naturally capricious, because they are pure, but you are not."

Mo Cong resents Anjie's eyes and tone from his heart, which gives him a very unequal feeling. That person seems to be holding a shelf and deliberately pulling away from others. He frowned and subconsciously provoked back: "what do you think of you?"

"Me?" Anjie was stunned by his aggressive rhetorical question, and suddenly shrugged, "I'm a defective product."

Here we go again. Mo Cong sneered: "I don't know, Anjie classmate, in the middle school career, you saw a few puddles turned into fields?"

Anjie's eyes floated to the top layer of the bookshelf. In the small photo frame hanging above, there was a yellow color photo. It was a great failure. The girl who looked pretty was funny because her movements and expressions were too rigid and the background was too funny. Anjie half truly laughed at him: "if you say I'm old enough to be your father, Maybe it's a bit boastful, but if I was not so conservative and could ignore the legal marriage age a little bit... It's technically possible. "

He curled his lips, as if disdaining his sense of law-abiding.

Mo Cong slightly relaxed his tight shoulder, and suddenly asked a question: "what kind of person do you like?" His face as quietly as possible, do not know why, but a little nervous in the heart.

Anjie was stunned for a moment. I didn't expect that Mo Cong, a "professional" person, had such a "non professional" gossip cell: "is this... No standard? It's not shopping. You have to follow the model. You just have feelings. "

Don't repeat his words in your heart. If you have feelings, you can

But I heard that Anjie added: "if you have to say that you prefer something, there is no standard. Basically, women are living. If they are considerate and considerate, they will be more perfect at home."

Mo Cong's first impression is that this person's taste is quite similar to his own.

The second feeling is that he met only one of the few requirements of Agilent.

There's a long way to go in the world, with all kinds of problems, tut

At this time, the door of Anjie's house was strongly knocked. Generally speaking, visitors are used to ringing the doorbell, which is more polite and easy to hear.

This person is like a hundred thousand urgent, two people at the same time Leng for a while, Mo quickly returned to the bedroom, Anjie opened the door.

The girl, who was not crying like an adult, stumbled into his arms. Yang Jinling was almost speechless and could not understand two words: "help."

As she changed her shoes, Anjie comforted her in a low voice and tried to figure out what was going on. Then she grabbed her coat and followed her out of the door.

After the gate was photographed, Mo Cong came out of the bedroom and leaned against the door. His face was uncertain and pondered: Well, female, living, understanding, little bird depending on others, still at home... It's so far away and near.

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※

Little Momo is jealous. Oh, roar, roar~~~

The big pit king in Jiangnan ~ ~ ~ I'm so angry~~~~