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“No wonder.” He sighed, and seemed to understand something that he couldn’t figure out, “You seemed very happy at the time, but it wasn’t full of joy, it was just… complicated, a little bit looking forward to it, a little bit happy, and a little bit scared.
It turns out that you two had disputes seven years ago, even having children.”

 

I couldn’t understand when he said “then”.

 

When Liang Qiu Yang saw me like this, he clicked his tongue and performed it directly in front of me.

 

He half-drooped his eyes, twitched his lips and smiled, looking very tender: “If there is a place where I can stop and rest for a while, I really want to go.”

 

I remember this, when I was going to marry Song Bai Lao I told him…but did I look like this at the time?

 

Expectation, unease, and more joy, as Liang Qiu Yang said, looks very happy.

 

I laughed, “I’m not like that.”

 

“You have.” Then he played it again, this time with more exaggeration and a hint of embarrassment.

 

He shouldn’t sing, he should act, maybe he can win the best actor.

 

Liang Qiu Yang’s schedule was hectic, and after half an hour, he was urged away by a phone call from his manager.

 

After taking him to the door, when he entered the house again, Song Mo held his tablet in front of me and said that he wanted to watch my video, but he couldn’t find it.

“”

 

I took a look and found that there was a major update to the software, and it was time for a revision, so that he could not find the previous “favorites”.

 

Sitting down on the sofa, I swiped the screen, slowly groping how to use the new version of Amber, and accidentally clicked the “Message” button.

 

I originally wanted to return immediately, but when I saw the previous messages from this account, my fingers stopped in the air, and the whole thing was a little stunned.

 

[Sweet at first glance]

 

[Is Ning Yu your real name?]

 

[Don’t open cans like that]

 

[What did I say? Stop the bleeding soon!]

 

This is obviously not Song Mo’s tone, I swiped down unconsciously and saw more messages.

 

[The muffins you make are always too sweet]

 

[Kick him out.
Can’t you see he’s teasing you? Or do you enjoy it?]

 

[You are so useless]

 

Sometimes very picky, sometimes very arrogant, mixed in the comments of everyone, at first glance, it is like a black fan.

“”

 

I can’t say 100%, but I can be 90% sure, this is Song Bai Lao.

 

I found that he left comments on almost all of my live videos until…three months before our reunion, the behavior suddenly disappeared.

 

[It’s over.]

 

This is his last message.

 

I counted the time, it happened to be the time when he and the Zhu family were talking about their marriage.
Not long after, Chang Xingze settled in Amber, and I got involved in the plagiarism scandal.
Zhu Li designed Ruan Ling and marked himself, and then Song Bai Lao joined the marriage object.
I was replaced.

 

Let Song Mo find out the video in the collection.
I can’t see my face in the picture and I am stirring a bowl of cream, saying that I want to make a matcha mille crepe cake.

 

The new feature after the revision of Amber is that you can display your own message separately in the favorite video.

 

I clicked on this function and saw that as the video progressed, pop-up screens kept popping up.

 

After that, I watched my own live video with Song Mo all afternoon.
It wasn’t really interesting, but it wasn’t.

 

It’s just… kind of weird.

 

I thought the first time we met after seven years was not the first time.

 

If I hadn’t stumbled across these messages today, I might have been kept in the dark for the rest of my life.

 

Song Bai Lao didn’t come back until nine o’clock in the evening.
Song Mo was playing flying chess with me after dinner.
When P saw he’s calling him, he immediately rubbed his eyes and said he was sleepy.

 

I asked sister Aunt Jiu to carry him back to the room to sleep, and out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Song Bai Lao go upstairs without a word.

 

Looking at his back, my eyes suddenly narrowed, and I noticed that there was a white thing under the collar on the back of his neck, which looked like a piece of gauze.

 

I haven’t seen this thing a few days ago.

 

I quickly chased after him, and when he pushed open the door, he was standing in the dim light with his back to me, his coat off the bed, and was unbuttoning his cuffs.

 

There was no layer of clothing, and the distance was closer, so I could see the white piece on his neck more clearly, it was indeed gauze.

 

“What’s wrong with your back?”

 

Song Bai Lao labored for a moment, turned his face halfway to look at me, his face wearing a bite stopper looked a little indifferent under the moonlight outside the window.

 

“Are you referring to this?” He pressed his palm on the gauze, “actually nothing…”

As he spoke, he unbuttoned his shirt one by one, and tucked the shirt down to his elbow, revealing firm muscles.
Broad back.

 

I saw white gauze covering all the way from the back of the neck along the spine, and it seemed to extend all the way to the back of the waist.

 

“I just made a small tattoo…” He said in a low voice, grabbed the gauze with his backhand, and tore it off with brute force, revealing what was covered underneath.

“”

 

On the wheat-colored back, two lines of Sanskrit descended along the spine, and the skin was still red and swollen, apparently it had just been tattooed.

 

I opened my mouth, but I didn’t expect him to disappear for two days, and it turned out to be a tattoo.

 

“This is…”

 

I only had time to see that the line of Sanskrit seemed to be tattooed on the tailbone, and he turned around before I took a closer look.

 

“This is the Great Confession.
My ‘Confession’.”