Chi Guang

The indifference and majesty when talking to Mu Xingyong faded away, Min Yijin turned back to that kind old grandmother, grabbed a lot of white rabbit toffee from the fruit plate, and put a handful in each of the two children's hands: "Eat it .”

Xu Chichuan stood up holding the candy: "Thank you grandma."

"Grandma," Mu Shihai poured a cup of hot water and handed it to her: "Uncle Ye is not here, why don't you find a nurse."

"Your Aunt Man Yin has already found it."

"When will Uncle Ye come back?"

"I don't know, it's probably another half a month." The teacup fell on the table with a crisp sound, and Grandma Ye patted the bed: "Sit."

Mu Shihai sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his head meekly, and let the old man look at him carefully. The hand holding him was shriveled like the mottled bark on the roots of an old tree, but it was as warm as when he was a child. He could clearly touch it. Feeling the pulse beating strongly, these hands took him home after arguing with Mu Xingyong and had nowhere to go, and cooked him a bowl of steaming egg noodles.

"Good boy," Min Yijin patted his head, with complicated expressions on his wrinkled face, not knowing which emotion is more regret or relief: "You have been wronged all these years."

"After all, it's not justified, and grandma can't interfere too much." There was a bit of apology in her eyes: "But you can finally make sure you grow up to such a big age, and you can be regarded as worthy of your mother's entrustment back then."

Mu Shihai shook his head: "It's already very good."

On the sofa, Xu Chichuan stopped peeling the candy. The glutinous rice paper in his mouth melted and stuck to his tongue and teeth. The candy might be broken, and the tip of his tongue felt bitter after eating it.

"Your father is really outrageous," the old man sighed, "If your grandfather is still around, maybe you can take care of him."

"I can't control it," Mu Shihai didn't even raise his eyelids: "If I can control my mother, she won't suffer so much. At most, she will be perfunctory and perfunctory. She will turn her face when the inheritance is in hand. Maybe she can't wait until that time, so she can imagine it. Kill him like me."

"It's just a dead father, it's not a big deal."

The disgust and determination in the words were so obvious that even Xu Chichuan could hear it.

"Xiao Hai," Min Yijin squeezed his hand suddenly, his voice became serious: "Look at me."

"You can hate your father, but you should also hate Yin Zhimei. One is selfish and the other is vicious, and you have suffered a lot;"

She looked at the young man who was protected with one hand, with poisoned swords in her eyes. This face looked somewhat similar to Mu Xingyong's, and when the hatred flashed away, it became even more similar.

"But a lifetime is very long. If all you have in your heart is hatred, it will be too bitter."

"Never be the one who pushes others into the abyss."

When the young man raised his sword to slay the dragon, he also quietly grew horns.

Mu Shihai didn't speak, he stared at the moth that fell into the spider's web in the corner, lost in thought.

"Promise grandma."

After struggling for a long time, he still couldn't escape. The spider silk became more and more entangled and finally died in the net.

"Ah."

The rain had stopped for a long time after walking out of the hospital, but the water on the ground had not faded away. A few withered and yellow leaves were dangling on the surface of the water, and they were picked up by sanitation workers into the trash can before they floated too far.Mu Shihai walked in front without saying a word, Xu Chichuan carried the clothes that the two of them had changed, followed closely at a distance of one to two meters, and still had unfinished white rabbit toffee in his pocket .

Walking through the streets and alleys, counting silently to 530 at seven o'clock, the eldest young master finally stopped, turned around and saw him standing far away, his face darkened instantly: "Why are you walking so slowly?"

It is clear that you are walking too fast!

"Heavy," said the bag with several red marks on its handle, "I can't walk with it."

The young master was even more upset, and beckoned him to pass.

"You're so stupid." The bag was lifted away, and a look of contempt fell on him: "Can't you talk if you can't hold it?"

Xu Chichuan: ...Calm down!Don't bother with the little kid who is in a bad mood!

Passing by a remote small park, Mu Shihai suddenly stopped leaving. He sat on a stone chair with his back and looked up at the sky. A piece of yellow jujube leaves fell on the chair. He sat down and took out two candies from his bag: "Do you want to eat?"

"Don't eat it, it's not too sweet."

"Oh," peeled off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth: "Then I'll eat."

A hand stretched out in front of him and took away the remaining one: "I said you won't give it if you don't want to eat it? I said you are short and didn't see that you are really not long."

Xu Chichuan: ...

The day after the rain is no longer humid and muggy, the air is full of rainwater and the smell of grassy soil, the wind blows, only the body is cool, and the leaves rustle above the head.

"Ah!"

Xu Chichuan rubbed his nose innocently, he probably caught a cold if he didn't get caught in the rain.

"you caught a cold?"

"No, my nose is a little itchy."

"Go back and eat a bag of cold spirits."

"Okay," he tugged on Mu Shihai's sleeve: "Aren't you happy?"

"I'm not upset."

"Liar," Xu Chichuan said mercilessly, "Lala's face is longer than a donkey's."

Mu Shihai changed his posture, put his legs together and put his elbows on his knees, his bangs covered half of his face: "Then why do you think I'm unhappy?"

Xu Chichuan thought for a while, and answered frankly: "I don't know, maybe it has something to do with what Grandma Ye said?"

The silence froze between the two of them. He thought that he had said something wrong and made Mu Shihai unhappy, and was about to apologize when he heard Mu Shihai speak.

"Since Yin Zhimei married my father, I can't remember how much I have suffered in her hands. She is a poisonous snake in human skin, with fangs bared, and I can't figure out when she will be bitten. ;"

"I had a high fever and was locked in my room and almost died at home. Putting peanut powder in my milk made me allergic, itchy and swollen all over my body. I took my dad's money and stuffed it under my pillow and said I stole it. Mu Shiyu ran out by himself. Wan Wan fell into the pool and said I pushed it, but she always pretended to be good in front of outsiders, she was gentle and considerate and never hit me, and she didn't need to do it herself, anyway, Mu Xingyong would volunteer to do it for her."

"But since you don't like me so much, why did you give birth to me?"

"It's not that I want to live."

He spoke calmly, but some people were heartbroken when they heard it, biting their lips so sad that they almost cried.

"Grandma is right, I just hate," Mu Shihai sneered, "I hate Yin Zhimei, Mu Shiyu, and Mu Xingyong, but I hate myself even more;"

"I hate that I don't have the ability to fight them to the death. Why do I need to hurt myself a thousand to hurt the enemy eight hundred? Why can't I do what he can do!"

Xu Chichuan was heartbroken, he tore through the usual thick disguise to reveal his true face, the blatant hatred made Mu Shihai look ghastly and ruthless, like a little beast covered in scars and dripping with blood, sending out unbearable moaning Roar.

No one knew, countless sleepless nights, how many crazy and vicious thoughts bewitched him over and over again in his mind, and the beast deep in his heart tried to break through the cage again and again, dragging him into the darkness together.But Yang Shushu's ardent concern, Ye Jing's sincere concern, and Min Yijin's protection for many years, like the ropes at both ends of a broken bridge, repeatedly seesawed and tore his reason and emotion.

He gritted his teeth and didn't allow himself to become like Mu Xingyong, but he didn't want others to say it over and over - you shouldn't grow into what he hates.

Why?

When he stood at the end of the abyss and looked up blind, it was he who burned everything he had in exchange for a broken road that might lead to the other shore.Except for himself, no one is qualified to say to him: Mu Shihai, don't become what you hate.

Mu Shihai touched his face, and turned his head away. He had already reached the limit of what he said.

In fact, he understood what Grandma Ye meant, and knew that she was doing it for his own good, but once the grievance broke out, he would act unreasonably like an unreasonable child.

"Let's go," Mu Shihai picked up the bag on the ground and patted his trouser legs: "Let's go back..."

Before he could stand up, a pair of arms encircled him aggrievedly, and a strong nasal voice came from his back, aggrieved and so firm.

"Don't be afraid,"

"You stand on the edge of the abyss and look down,"

"I'll just hold your rope."