"What gift should I choose to give to the teacher..." Mo Yonghao was a little dazzled, looking at the various items in front of him, for a moment, and was unable to make up his mind.

The reason why Mo Yonghao did not deal with the piles of things in his hands was because there was a very important thing today.

Today is the 70th birthday of Teacher Mo Yonghao. This old man is the teacher who Mo Yonghao respects very much. It can be said that many of his experiences were carefully educated by Mo Yonghao, so Mo Yonghao has always respected and intimate the teacher.

Now that such a grand day has come, Mo Yonghao, as the only disciple under his teacher, will naturally appear in this banquet.

I knew in my heart that today is very important, and Mo Yonghao had been hesitating about what to send the teacher. He had been wandering at the door of the store for nearly half an hour.

After a few more troubles, Mo Yonghao finally decided to buy a teacher's favorite book. His teacher has never loved money or valued profit in his life. What he likes to read the most is these strange books and articles. I think he will like this interesting thing.

After all, the teacher's body was getting worse and worse. Mo Yonghao was worried about the teacher's body. After buying the gift, he hurried to the teacher's house and followed the teacher's children together, busy working.

Before we knew it, time passed quickly, the moonlight gradually emerged, and the night was quietly coming.

The originally quiet and peaceful house became very lively, with constant flow of people coming and going. Basically, the people who came were patriotic young people, and a large number of them were Mo Yonghao's high school classmates.

"Teacher, go slowly and be careful." He helped the teacher out of the inner room seriously. Mo Yonghao carefully arranged everything, for fear that he would suddenly find something unexpected and hurt the teacher if he accidentally did.

He looked at his apprentice with a smile, and the teacher smiled and patted Mo Yonghao on the shoulder. Although he was old, he had a yang soul on his body, which made him look energetic: "Okay, you don't need you here anymore. Let's talk about the past with your classmates. After all, you haven't met in years."

The teacher with clever ears and eyes naturally saw Mo Yonghao's gaze from his high school classmates and knew it.

After snatching the crutch from Mo Yonghao's hand, the teacher turned around and threw himself into his old friends, and started talking to his friends whom he hadn't seen for a long time with a blush on his face.

"Teacher..." Before Mo Yonghao could react, the teacher's back had already disappeared from Mo Yonghao's sight.

With a laugh and crying chuckled, Mo Yonghao immediately signaled his subordinates to follow, but a hint of warmth flowed through the teacher's considerate behavior.

As he slowly walked towards his high school classmate who had already changed things, Mo Yonghao couldn't help but feel a little bit of emotion in his heart.

As if he noticed Mo Yonghao's approaching, the high school classmates who were originally chattering suddenly stopped talking and turned their heads to look at Mo Yonghao. His eyes made Mo Yonghao unable to help but subconsciously pause.

It seemed that he was not very welcome. He mentioned it in his heart. Mo Yonghao couldn't figure out what the group of people meant to him for a moment, and his pace became slower and he began to think about his plans to go to the other side.

However, all this is a fantasy after all. The dream comes to an abrupt end every morning, but the scars in the heart cannot be erased.
Chapter completed!