"No... it was just the son of an uncle from when I was little..." Yu Qianxun spoke softly, carefully hiding the notebook under the blanket.
Qiao Mo gave a kind smile: "So how about now? Do you still keep in touch with this uncle’s son?"
Yu Qianxun looked at Qiao Mo with a slight smile and then blushed as she lowered her gaze.
"Tsk tsk... it seems he’s not just an ordinary brother? Is there sothing going on?" Qiao Mo spoke softly, her tone carrying a hint of teasing.
After all, she had been friends with Yu Qianxun for quite so ti now.
Qianxun was the petite and delicate type of girl, with a cute doll-like face and short, spirited hair, very playful and lively.
But in recent years, she had never seen Yu Qianxun with a boyfriend, and all the boys chasing her would be rejected.
Seeing that she was about to beco a mom herself, Qiao Mo couldn’t help but let her gossiping nature take over, beginning to worry about her friend’s lifelong affairs.
"Co on, co on... why haven’t you ntioned this brother before?" Qiao Mo asked again.
Yu Qianxun’s face beca slightly redder, hesitating to speak, she finally said softly, "He’s just the son of an uncle, who is a long-ti friend of my dad. So we often visited their ho when we were kids."
"And then?" Qiao Mo pulled up a chair to sit in front of her, seriously playing the role of an eager listener.
"Then, not much happened... he was very nice, often taking care of . When the adults talked at ho, he’d often take out to play. Back then, I was already sixteen or seventeen... clearly sixteen or seventeen, but he still liked to tell fairy tales."
Yu Qianxun paused slightly when ntioning her age, but soon returned to normal.
"And now? Do you stay in touch now?" Qiao Mo asked softly.
"No..." A tinge of sadness showed in Yu Qianxun’s eyes, and even her smile turned a bit forced.
Qiao Mo felt a bit regretful: "He’s the son of your dad’s good friend, right? Why didn’t you stay in touch?"
"It’s been too long, and later their family faced hardships and moved away." Yu Qianxun looked up at Qiao Mo, eting her gaze and speaking softly.
"Oh... they moved away? What a pity, is there no contact at all? I thought he was quite handso." Qiao Mo sighed.
Yu Qianxun nodded slightly: "Yeah... they moved away. We did get in contact later, but there was already another girl around him."
As she ntioned this, her tone was very calm, as if not carrying much emotion.
"Oh, that’s such a pity. But since he’s so handso, I suppose plenty of girls like him. But even if you can’t be together, being friends is nice. At least back then, those pure feelings are sothing really precious when you look back as an adult." Qiao Mo leaned against the chair back, tilting her head as she spoke.
The ntion of this inevitably led her to wonder. What was she like as a child? Was she likable, obedient? What was life like at the orphanage?
Did she have a neighborly brother like Qianxun who took care of her? Or nice playmates? Or naughty little brothers?
Qiao Mo’s thoughts drifted far away, and sohow she thought of Fu Nancheng again.
He must have been such a brat as a child, which is why he grew up to be so annoying.
Thinking of Fu Nancheng, Qiao Mo couldn’t help rembering the girl he had been searching for, and she couldn’t help but reach out to touch her own face.
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