After settling at Mo Yan’s place, Mo Ran led a very leisurely life every day. She couldn’t yet go out looking for jobs, didn’t like shopping, and didn’t have many friends.
All she could do was stay at home and watch TV, read novels. She couldn’t use the computer, and she couldn’t use her phone often. Fortunately, she was naturally calm by disposition, so even a few monotonous months were bearable for her.
Mo Yan had been acting mysteriously these past two days, leaving in the morning and sometimes not returning until nighttime, when asked what she was up to, she said she was meeting with old classmates and friends.
Mo Yan indeed knew a lot of people, and Mo Ran didn’t doubt her word.
Without Gu Yixuan in her life, Mo Ran felt so relaxed, as if she had been given a new lease on life, filled with a sense of novelty towards everything.
She would go to the supermarket downstairs by herself to buy groceries and then cook for herself. When the weather was nice, she would take a walk in the community park, chatting with some of the elderly and children.
People who could afford to live in this community were all quite well-off. They had happy smiles on their faces every day as if they were unaware of worldly sufferings.
Especially the elderly and children, they seemed as if they were living in paradise.
Seeing their smiles, Mo Ran was very envious; she too wished to live each day peacefully and happily, just like them.
Just as she was thinking this, a soft object suddenly plopped onto her knees. Coming back to her senses, she saw it was a little girl of only two or three years old, who seemed to have fallen right onto her.
Her hair was tied into two adorable buns, she wore a red cotton jacket, a beauty mark was placed between her eyebrows, and she was looking up at her with a pair of innocent eyes.
Mo Ran smiled, reached out to hold her in her arms, and let her sit on her lap.
"Little sister, where are your mommy and daddy?" Mo Ran asked, also taking the opportunity to look around, but no adults were approaching them.
The little girl seemed not to hear her, her small hands fidgeting with the longevity lock around her chest. This text is hosted at Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
"What’s your name?" Mo Ran asked her, but she still didn’t respond.
Mo Ran was a bit puzzled – could the little girl have some hearing issue?
"Xixi, Xixi, how did you run over here?" A woman ran over and called out to the child in Mo Ran’s arms.
She turned to Mo Ran, apologizing, "I’m so sorry, did the child bother you?"
Mo Ran handed the child to her, smiling and shaking her head, "No, she just tumbled into me, so I played with her for a bit. Is her name Xixi?"