This gentleman is a bit miserable

Three months is just a flick of a finger, and in the blink of an eye, it is the moment when Mao Qingze's mother is about to appear on the stage. Musashi has been in a low mood recently. But Mao Qingze's mother was always a problem.

She was about to appear, which made Musashi feel a lot of pressure, as if a thick ice cube was pressing on his chest, and sometimes it was difficult to breathe.

Musashi was wary of any possibility.

Mao Ruijie went to the milk tea shop to buy milk tea, if he had a few more words with the milk tea girl, Musashi would definitely sneer at Mao Ruijie, and afterwards he was extremely annoyed, such a petty temper was comparable to Wu Daiyu.

The little mirror jumped out in the center of Musashi's field of vision, and she transformed into a cartoon character, and said in a soft and cute tone: "You don't want to be a soldier, please be careful, even if Mao Qingze's mother appears, you This will not help, it is better to find the right time."

Musashi couldn't help nodding, he was a little annoyed and didn't want to stop.

Mao Ruijie glanced at the strange Musashi. "What are you doing?" Mao Ruijie asked.

"Move your neck."

The two were walking on the small road of Linshengsi University, and the students passing by greeted them one after another. It was okay for Musashi to see a familiar face. One of them was Mao Qingze's mother, and she had a terrible campus love with Mao Ruijie.

When the phone rang, Mao Ruijie opened his backpack and took out his phone. "Hello."

That voice Musashi had never heard before, it was a sweet female voice, even more beautiful than the voice synthesized by the computer in the small mirror just now, Musashi's heart tightened, are they finally meeting?

Mao Ruijie took a few steps back and glanced at Musashi, who only looked back coldly.After a few minutes, Mao Ruijie came over, his eyes made Musashi feel the chill even in the scorching summer.

Even when the sun was shining on his iris, his brown pupils were not warm at all.

"What's wrong?" Musashi knew that nothing good would happen later.

"My dad has gone." Mao Ruijie said.

Mao Jiajun passed away, and Musashi knew that the little mirror had already warned of this incident.Although he hadn't paid attention to this in recent months, he was already mentally prepared. When he heard it, Musashi was surprised for a moment, and the content of the surprise was not that he died, but that he died today.

He pretended to be sad and comforted Mao Ruijie: "My condolences go with the changes."

"Stop pretending." Mao Ruijie said.

Mao Ruijie rushed to the garage and took Musashi to the hospital together.Mao Ruijie hurried to the hospital bed, and Musashi ran anxiously behind, finally catching up.

Musashi's physical strength was originally inferior to Mao Ruijie's. At this time, Mao Ruijie had already run into the ward and squatted beside the bed, while Musashi was still holding on to the threshold and gasping for breath.

Mao Jiajun on the hospital bed had stopped breathing and his heartbeat had stopped. The nurse covered his head, Mao Ruijie leaned on his father's chest, and everything around him seemed frozen.

Musashi felt that his body had almost recovered, so he stood up and walked forward.The little nurse next to him quietly withdrew without disturbing Mao Ruijie.

Musashi couldn't help complaining about the little mirror in his heart: "Don't you know all these times? Why didn't you tell me when Mao Jiajun passed away? At least I can tell Mao Ruijie so that father and son can see each other for the last time."

The little mirror replied calmly: "According to the flow of history, they never saw the last one. What you see is just following the original track."

"He didn't meet me at first, but didn't he meet me? We came here to change the trajectory. Would he know someone named Wu Qingze? No! Then why can't it be changed, why can't he let him know?" See father for the last time?"

"Maybe," said the little mirror.

Musashi said angrily in his heart, "What kind of answer is this?"

The little mirror explained: "Reduce variables as much as possible. Hey, you don't need to be sad anymore. Things have already happened, and no matter how sad you are, it will be futile."

"You can take it easy." Musashi sneered.

The little mirror was silent.

Mao Ruijie finally raised his head, Musashi didn't see tears in his eyes, but there was obviously sadness.He sat up quietly. "I haven't been able to see him for the last time," Mao Ruijie said, "He will definitely have something to say to me. I am his only son, but I still go to work, especially when he is most ill. Why."

Musashi gently stroked Mao Ruijie's muscular back. "You don't need to be sad anymore. Things have happened, and it's useless to be sad."

The little mirror typed a line of words in Musashi's field of vision: "You can see clearly."

Musashi said silently in his heart: "Don't make a fuss, you know I can't comfort people, so hurry up and make a move."

The little mirror called out many comforting words and methods from the database, and Musashi picked out a few favorite lines and body movements suitable for him, and used them on Mao Ruijie.

Mao Ruijie gradually calmed down under Musashi's comfort. Stubbornly, he sent the body to the funeral home to prepare for the funeral.

He was going to have a funeral, a big one.

This funeral made Musashi inexplicably uneasy.

Mao Ruijie invited many people.Mao Jiajun was the director of the orphanage before his death, and raised many children. They all went their separate ways as adults, but the life in the orphanage is their childhood and even adolescence. No matter whether they are successful in their careers or ordinary people, it is estimated that they will not Forget about these days.

Mao Ruijie contacted the former children one by one from the roster, and called to ask if they would like to come to the funeral. Most of the people answered yes, and Musashi called them while helping to organize.

After a man with a small achievement answered the call, Musashi said what he wanted, and the other party hung up the phone.

"What a snob." Musashi cursed softly, and leaning over, he took out the third stack of rosters from the last drawer, and called one by one until it stopped at a certain column.

There is a girl named Wang Wei.

Musashi's first reaction was to think of the ancient poet Wang Wei. She didn't expect her parents to give her this name, but it was common.Musashi called her, but the other party was still on the phone. Musashi thought of the next one, but seeing Mao Ruijie's serious expression, he didn't want to be perfunctory, so he sent a text message to inform her whether he would come or not. follow her.

After a busy afternoon, I managed to finish the contact.Musashi wanted to ask Mao Ruijie to go to a bar or a fun place to divert his attention, but he was obviously not in the mood and spent the whole night sorting out his father's belongings.

His father left a lot of things. After many people from the orphanage left, they still sent gifts to Mao Jiajun every festival. These things piled up to fill the whole house. When Musashi walked in, there was no place to stay.

Mao Ruijie sorted out each piece, and Musashi helped him. He saw a little rabbit on a rice cooker in the corner, with a lot of gray fluff missing, and the button of one eye had fallen off.Holding it in his hand, Mao Ruijie always felt that this plush toy was more than ten years ago.

After a few days, Mao Ruijie finally recovered a little.When watching "Modern Family", a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.Seeing it in his eyes, Musashi couldn't help but feel excited.

The funeral was held on Sunday. In a huge living room, a black and white photo of Mao Jiajun was placed in the center.The guests who came here brought many chrysanthemums, including white ones, yellow ones, and emerald ones, in a variety of colors.

Mao Ruijie gave a sad speech, and the guests burst into tears, mourning the dean one by one.

At the end of the day, all the guests eat at the table.Musashi didn't know anyone, but it was strange that people always came to talk to him as if they knew each other.A man called Musashi "Ou Yangyang", and his tone was as if they grew up together and wore a pair of underwear together.

Hearing these people calling unfamiliar names, Musashi didn't want to answer, and sat silently in the corner, abandoning all possible conversations.

He had to keep an eye on Mao Ruijie's every move, any girl contacting him was very suspicious, but Musashi couldn't rush to stop him.Fortunately, when those fashionable and beautiful girls came to Mao Ruijie, they just felt the dean's death, talked about the past, or put a bouquet of chrysanthemums in front of the dean's black and white photos, and then had a good time with others. chat.

Suddenly the door was pushed open, and the heavy wooden door made a loud noise. Everyone stopped talking and drinking, and looked out the door one after another. A young girl walked in.

The girl was wearing a white T-shirt with a cartoon rabbit wearing a bow tie, much like the strange rabbit Alice saw, and a knee-length blue skirt underneath.Her hair was dyed brown-red, tied into a braid around her chest, and tied with a small black rubber band at the end.

Her eyes were exactly the same as Mao Qingze's when he refused to accept his case, and it was only then that Musashi felt that he didn't need to think, this girl was definitely Mao Qingze's mother.

Musashi really wanted to get up and push her out.

The little mirror called up her profile.His name is Wang Wei, he is 24 years old, he works as an insurance actuary, and his marital status is single. Musashi hastily read a series of other materials.

Wang Wei walked towards Mao Jiajun's remains, walking step by step, with tears in her eyes, Musashi turned his head away, not wanting to look at her.