pappabearbooks Chapter 363 Escape for me 21
Chapter 363 Escape for me 21
Mo You was dragged by Qin Muyara to meet someone, and Xia Meng, who had been busy for several days, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She looked at the uneasy man in the hall, and after remembering what she had just heard, the joy of finding Moyou's family disappeared.
Only at this time will she be happy.
Fortunately, fortunately, she doesn’t even remember it, otherwise how would she face such a home...
The first time Moyou saw the man, she was sure that there was no one similar to him in the short memory given to her by the original owner.
She looked at Qin Muya, her eyes indicating whether she had found the wrong one.
Qin Muya ignored her and pulled her forward, explaining as he walked.
"Your family saw you on TV. Even though you have changed a lot now, he recognized you at first sight."
"This is his neighbor's son. He, he can't come over because of his health."
When the man saw Mo You, he sighed slowly. He didn't introduce himself, but said directly to Mo You, "Let's go."
Moyou just got on the car home in a daze.
The man in the car handed over a photo, "I heard they said you lost your memory. This is what you looked like before."
The photo was brand new. The original owner made many copies of the original photo and scattered them all. One of them was in the man's hand.
"Let me see, wow! You were really beautiful before."
Xia Meng leaned her little head over and sighed as she looked at the photo of the girl in the white dress.
But Moyou just caressed the photo and said nothing.
"What's wrong?" Xia Meng was a little worried.
After all, when they asked Mo You to recall the past, it would always cause her a headache.
Seeing how she wanted to beat her brains out, she and Qin Muya never dared to let her recall easily again.
"I just think..."
The girl in the photo gradually overlapped with the appearance in the original owner's memory, and Mo You murmured, "She should be wearing a red skirt."
The man was caught off guard and his eyes turned red. He turned his face away and covered his eyes with his fingers.
Yes, she should be wearing a red dress, that was what she was wearing before she was abducted.
The car stopped in front of an old and small residential complex, and the man took them into a house on the first floor.
Judging from his proficiency in taking out keys, he should be here for the most part.
"Uncle Liu, I brought Sister Baozhen back!"
There was a noise in the back room immediately, and the man quickly opened the door and entered the room. His soothing voice could be heard outside.
"Don't get excited, don't get excited, she's right outside."
Moyou stood outside for a while, feeling the remaining emotions of the original owner. If the original owner didn't want to, she would not enter this door.
But the original owner didn't say anything, so she just walked in.
The room was very small, and the items were very simple, including a small bed, a table and a chair.
The old man was lying on the bed, looking at Moyou eagerly.
The man sat on the chair and helped the old man calm down.
There is a large black and white photo on the altar table nearby.
"Baozhen, Baozhen, my Baozhen, you are finally back." The old man shouted vaguely and stretched out his hand to pull Moyou.
His whole figure was like a dry branch, lifeless. Only when he saw Mo You did his eyes glow with life for a moment.
Moyou put his hand over her, just like before, the original owner's father would always lead her across the street when he was out.
But since she grew up, she found it too close and didn't want to hold the hand extended by her father.
The palm that could have wrapped the original owner's entire hand was now like a dead branch.
And those white and tender little hands are now weather-beaten and covered with traces of calluses and frostbite.
"Baozhen!" The old man used all his strength to hold Moyou's hand, fearing that this was just a dream he had, a fantasy before his death.
"I can't find you, my treasure! Mom and Dad can't find you!"
Tears flowed from the old man's cloudy eyes, and the emotions squeezed in the original owner's body also poured out.
Hot tears fell on the old man's hands, and he was sure that his treasure, his daughter, was finally back.
The man on the side wiped his tears and said, "Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu have never given up looking for you for so many years. We also asked everywhere according to the clothes you were wearing before you disappeared, but we never got any news about you."
The old man felt the hand he was holding tremble, and then his daughter said the first words before entering the house.
"Because I changed my clothes. I changed my red skirt."
The men were stunned. They had been thinking for so many years that such a bright skirt would definitely leave a memory for those who have seen Sister Baozhen.
Unexpectedly, Sister Baozhen was not wearing that skirt before she disappeared.
"Baozhen..."
The old man let go of Mo You's hand, covered his face with his trembling hands, and burst into tears.
He knew why Baozhen changed her clothes, it was all his fault, and it was all his fault for saying that.
The old man felt that he had no shame to see his daughter again, but thinking of his wife's dying wish, he couldn't help but beg Moyou.
"Baozhen, in your old room, there are clothes that your mother made for you over the years. How about you wear one?"
Moyou nodded and found the original owner's previous room based on his feeling.
There is a wooden box in the center of the room, which is the dowry of the original owner's mother.
In the past, her mother would always put many beautiful skirts inside, and the original owner would take advantage of her mother not being at home to wear those skirts that were dragged to the floor and show off in front of the mirror.
Moyou opened the box and took out the red dresses inside.
Dozens of different red dresses dazzled her eyes, some of them still had a sense of age, and some were already popular styles in recent years.
But no matter the style, these dresses always come in just one color – red.
That was the color her daughter was wearing before she went missing.
In countless regretful nights, this mother made these bright skirts with her own hands.
If she hadn't said something so outrageous, if she had complimented her as she meant it, her daughter wouldn't have disappeared.
Whenever she goes out to look for her daughter and sees beautiful dresses in a store, she writes them down.
Then cut a piece of red cloth to make the skirt.
She looked at the finished dress, imagining how her daughter would look in it, and praised it sincerely, "It's so beautiful!"
It's obviously just such a simple sentence, why were you so unwilling to say it in the first place?
Mo You picked out the dress that was most similar to the one the original owner wore at that time and put it on herself.
The skirt is still as beautiful as before, but the person wearing it has long since lost its charm.
Her body was too thin to support the shape of the skirt, and the bright colors made her skin look darker and darker.
But when Moyou appeared wearing this skirt, the old man still had tears in his eyes and praised her sincerely, "It's so beautiful!"