Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

Mu Qing'an suddenly felt much better when he saw Jiang Shaoqing in such an embarrassing situation.

"Well, you have good taste."

"Ah, thank you for the compliment."

The two were embarrassed, but luckily the doorbell rang at this time.

The assistant brought clothes and rescued Jiang Shaoqing.

Mu Qing'an was also rescued.

Jiang Shaoqing changed his clothes neatly and looked like a workplace elite again.

Soon, the takeaway arrived.

Mu Qing'an is very good at ordering takeout, and the food is always delicious.

After they had eaten, Jiang Shaoqing said to Mu Qingan, "Your brother is not at the headquarters recently, and I am too busy. If this continues, I will die of overwork. Since you are back, why don't you come with me to the company and lend a hand?"

So as to avoid a life of debauchery and drunkenness every day.

"Ah? I promised Mr. Liu that we would go bungee jumping this afternoon..."

Jiang Shaoqing almost had a heart attack after hearing this.

He sneered, "I work hard for you two brothers, and one of you is building a love nest while the other is bungee jumping and skydiving. Are you so carefree?"

Mu Qing'an thought about it.

"Then I'll push it off and go to the company to have a look?"

Jiang Shaoqing groaned.

Mu Qingan assured: "Go, go, I can go to the company."

As a result, Mu Qing'an, who was living a life of drunkenness and dreams, was ordered around without touching the ground.

Jiang Shaoqing sat in the office, directing this and that like a remote control.

Mu Qing'an was spinning around like a top.

At night, I was tired as a dog. I went home and fell into bed and fell asleep. How could I have the time to mourn?

The days passed like this until the day before Qingming Festival.

Jiang Shaoqing didn't see Mu Qingan in the company.

No one answered the phone.

It rains non-stop around the Qingming Festival.

Damp and irritating.

Jiang Shaoqing paced around the office for more than an hour, and finally couldn't help but call Mu Qingyuan.

He asked somewhat awkwardly.

I don't know where to start.

Finally, in Mu Qingyuan's impatient tone.

He asked, "Do you know where Mu Qing'an's mother is buried?"

Mu Qingyuan reported a cemetery and told him that Mu Qingan's mother's memorial day was the day before Qingming Festival, which was today.

Jiang Shaoqing clenched his hands into fists.

He should have known it a long time ago.

The youngest daughter of the Mo family, once one of the most wealthy families in S City, and the once popular singing queen Jasmine.

Just search on Baidu and you will know everything.

Jiang Shaoqing looked at the old news on his phone.

Mu Qing'an's mother committed suicide by jumping off a building in the same villa where he lived.

So, what did he say?

He said he was not afraid of encountering ghosts...

He said, what does the ghost want to come in...

He thought he was simply offending someone, but he actually stabbed them right in the heart when they were most vulnerable.

Jiang Shaoqing acts decisively and dares to take responsibility.

There are rarely times when I regret.

Today, I regret it immensely.

He said hello to his assistant and canceled all his plans.

A man drove to the cemetery.

Outside the car window, the rain was sometimes heavy and sometimes light, but it never stopped.

The cemetery is very large and I couldn’t find anyone…

Mu Qing'an came early in the morning and brought jasmine and sunflowers, his mother's favorite flowers.

The fragrance of jasmine cannot be dispersed even by rain.

It’s just raining today, and the sky is so gloomy that the sunflowers are listless.

Just like Mu Qing'an, who was sitting in the rain, kneeling down and talking in front of the mausoleum.

"Mom, I'm here to see you..."

"It's good to be alone. When we were little, you always said that it's not easy to find someone you love. You are very lucky..."

"I went to K University, and I was lucky enough to find a good mentor. In addition to being my mentor, he is also my sister-in-law..."

"I told you before that my father is dating his first love. You won't mind, right? He has been alone for many years... Their son is called Mu Qingyuan..."

"It's not bad to have a brother... He's already very good..."

He talked a lot.

The people I met at school and the troubles I encountered.

Meals you've eaten, dishes you hate, whatever comes to mind.

If you feel tired, just stop for a while.

I don’t know how long it took.

Mu Qing'an wiped his face and turned to look at the gentle and beautiful woman on the tombstone.

She died at her most beautiful age.

The smile in the photo is more beautiful than the most beautiful flowers in the world.

Mu Qing'an stretched out her hand and called out softly, "Mom."

Just like what we called each other when we were kids.

A long time passed.

He spoke again.

"Mom, I think I have someone I like... But I don't dare to say that I don't dare to pursue her... I'm a little scared..."

"He's very good. He's tough on the outside but soft on the inside. He's actually always been very protective of me. I think... he kind of likes me, too..."

He was silent again.

Then he continued: "But I don't know how much I like him, and how long I can last... I don't know how much he likes me, and whether one day he will suddenly stop liking me..."

"Mom, if only you were still here..."

Fate can be thick or thin, and love can be deep or shallow.

An unequal and tilted balance will always collapse.

He is timid and not smart, and he dares not touch love.

There’s nothing wrong with being alone…right?

He is stupid. He can't even see through his own heart. How can he understand the depth of other people's feelings?

He dared not touch anything he could not see through.

He looked up and saw the rain all over the sky...

Until the dark sky turned into a black.

The rain has stopped.

No, no, he turned back.

Jiang Shaoqing just held the umbrella and stood straight behind him, blocking all the wind and rain.

His nose suddenly felt sore.

There is something I can't hold back any longer.

He buried his head in his knees. He had never cried out loud before when he was with his mother.

But suddenly, I couldn't help it anymore.

His shoulders were shaking violently and his suppressed crying was not so abrupt in the wind and rain.

Jiang Shaoqing heard it all.

Hearing this, my heart began to tremble.

He didn't say anything or move, but just lowered the umbrella a little, so that it was completely over the head of the person under his feet.

He turned his head to glance at the woman on the tombstone, frowned slightly, and looked a little displeased.

Still can't say anything.

Until the people under his feet gradually became quiet, so quiet that it was somewhat abnormal.

Jiang Shaoqing put down the carnations he brought.

"Ms. Mo, I took him home."

He left these words, took off his coat, covered the unconscious person, picked him up, and went home...

Mu Qing'an got a fever as soon as he returned home.

High fever, cough.

It is still chilly in spring. Although it is not that cold in April, it is still chilly.

I was so exhausted that I felt dizzy after being exposed to the rain.

Jiang Shaoqing took care of her for two days with a stern face, and she finally became a little more energetic.

But I also lost a lot of weight.

Does this person come in waves every year?

Jiang Shaoqing was not in a position to ask.

Mu Qing'an was particularly well-behaved at Jiang Shaoqing's house this time.

He talks little, takes medicine when he is given medicine, eats when he is given food, and drinks porridge when he is given porridge.

After the Qingming Festival holiday, he sincerely thanked Jiang Shaoqing and returned to K University.

Jiang Shaoqing rarely acts like a masochist. He watched Mu Qingan turn around gracefully, leaving behind her elegant back without a single cloud.

I feel like I'm a bit of a jerk.