Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

Standing in front of everyone, the man raised the eaves of the umbrella slightly, revealing those peach blossom eyes covered with a layer of indifference.

His eyes first fell on Mu Xun who fell in the rain, and then turned to confront Qiu Ze.

"Xiao Yezhong also has a backer? It's been a long time." Qiu Ze turned his neck, looking like he was about to fight again.

Qi Zhijie frowned lightly, stood proudly on the spot, even holding an umbrella: "He's not a little bastard."

Of course, Qiu Ze on the opposite side felt that he was provoking him with his appearance, so he raised his fist and waved at him with wide eyes.

Mu Xun, who fell on the ground and couldn't take care of himself, was still struggling. He was afraid that Qi Zhijie would be injured.

But for some reason, the man easily grasped Qiu Ze's fist, controlled his wrist and twisted it down forcefully. Qiu Ze suffered from pain, and turned around with his arm. The whole arm seemed to be about to Was unloaded in general.

He yelped in pain.

Seeing this, the two younger brothers he brought planned to help.

Holding an umbrella in one hand, the man with a cold tone opened his mouth again: "If you guys want to join in, I guarantee that I will make him eligible for a third-level disability certificate in the next second." He tried again.

The man between his palms couldn't stand upright due to the pain in his legs, he curled up and stopped him repeatedly: "Don't move..."

Mu Xun looked a little dumbfounded on the ground, how could Qi Zhijie be so strong that he could twist Qiu Ze with one hand.

"Give me the jade pendant, and I can let you walk out of the alley."

"You... let go of me first, and I will give it to you. If you are like this... I can't give it to you."

Qi Zhijie lowered his eyes, let go of his hand slightly, and Qiu Ze took the opportunity to throw him away, took out the jade pendant and threw it on the ground, and then ran out of the alley without looking back.

The other two people followed behind him and ran away in a panic.

The sound of pattering rain is mixed with the sound of footsteps gradually moving away and the broken sound of jade stones colliding with bluestone slabs.

The jade pendant was shattered, and the fragments splashed in front of Mu Xun's eyes. He wanted to reach out to grab it but found that he was struggling to breathe.

The lonely night sky above his head was suddenly blocked, cutting off the raindrops that kept falling on him.

He looked up at Qi Zhijie.

The man tilted the umbrella over his head and crouched down slowly.

The hem of his overcoat, which did not catch a drop of rain or dust, fell to the ground and was soaked by the rain.

He took out a square towel from his pocket and wiped the rain-stained and blood-stained wood xun gently: "Go home." After saying this, his tone obviously paused, "Ah Xun. "

That was the first time Qi Zhijie called him Axun.

He suddenly felt that he really wasn't the little wild species no one wanted.

Because Lao Qi will call him home.

He carried him on his shoulders, Mu Xun's stiff and cold body pressed against the man's warm back, and gradually warmed up.

"Old Qi, you are so cool to fight... Teach me."

"...If you still have the strength to say this, you should let him punch you a few more times."

"Are you willing to let them beat me again?"

Listening to his weak voice, I thought of his pitiful appearance in the rain just now.

Forget it, he seemed to be a little unbearable.

He took Mu Xun to the health center. Fortunately, the young man resisted the beating, and there was no major problem. As long as the wound was not inflamed, and he lay down and rested for a few days, there would be no serious problems.

Mu Xun was lying on the hospital bed receiving fluids, while the man beside him sat quietly on the edge of the bed.

"Old Qi, you will always be here, right?"

"Well, you go to sleep."

Listening to his answer, Mu Xun calmed down, gradually closed his heavy eyelids, and fell into an extremely peaceful dreamland.

In the morning, Uncle He rushed over after hearing the news, and sighed with Qi Zhijie outside the ward: "This kid is also a poor man."

Only then did Qi Zhijie get a more thorough understanding of Uncle He's past.

A child whose biological father is unknown, lost his mother when he was young, and was fostered by relatives but suffered abuse.

And the broken jade pendant seemed to be his mother's relic.

After lying in the clinic for two days, Mu Xun couldn't sleep anymore, and went back to Uncle He's antique shop.

Uncle He emptied out the attic of his home that had been unoccupied for a long time. He felt sorry for Mu Xun who had no fixed place to live, but his mouth was as stiff as a duck: "I asked someone to read Feng Shui, and they said that the attic is so dark that a living person can live in it." Squeeze, since you are working here, I will give you a place to live for free, how about it?"

I don't know if this guy was beaten stupid, so he asked blankly: "Then Uncle He, can't you move in here by yourself?"

"You boy... Can you live?" He Jingqi's cheek hurts.

"Live, live, live, of course." Who would not like to go whoring for nothing.

Mu Xun sometimes felt that a beating was worth it, not only stayed in Uncle He's house directly, even Qi Zhijie showed hospitality to him for the first time.

It was the first sunny day in Manhe New Year.

His injury has almost healed, but every time he dreams, he always dreams of the jade pendant that was smashed to pieces in that rainy night and the mother who died young who put the jade pendant around his neck when he was a child.

In the dream, she seemed to be blaming herself.

Until Qi Zhijie put a jade pendant in the shape of a lamb that was almost exactly the same.

"I did a piece of it two days ago when I had nothing to do. It should be similar to the piece you broke." He placed the brand new jade pendant and a bag of broken jade slag in front of Mu Xun, "I studied it carefully, and it should be Hetian white jade. , so I found a piece of similar texture and re-carved a piece. I originally wanted to use silver jewelry to connect your broken piece again, but it was too broken and the rain was too heavy. Some pieces seemed to be washed away. There's really no way to recover."

Mu Xun looked at the jade pendant in the shape of a little lamb, which had a layer of oily luster in the sun, and listened to Qi Zhijie's long series of words.

It seemed to be the first time he heard Qi Zhijie say such a long speech when he was not introducing jade and porcelain.

"When did you run back to pick it up?" He picked up the sealed bag containing the broken jade, and stroked the broken jade with his fingertips.

"I picked it up when I was passing by."

smoothly.

He couldn't figure out how to pick up these tiny pieces of jade that were as small as ants on the dark bluestone slab that was muddy and wet due to the rainy season.

"I didn't have time to return the postcard you sent this year, so this is the best gift in return."

Seeing that Mu Xun didn't respond for a long time, he thought that he had offended him by re-engraving his mother's relics without authorization: "I'm sorry if I offended you."

"No, I'm so happy." Mu Xun raised his eyes, and those fox eyes with slightly upturned tails looked straight at him, shining like they could speak: "How should I repay you, Lao Qi."

Qi Zhijie couldn't bear the vicious child staring at him like this, and said such ambiguous words, so he stood up with nowhere to rest his eyes: "You just need to live well."

Mu Xun pursed his lips, holding the jade pendant carved by Qi Zhijie himself, and carefully observed it.

The fineness of the workmanship was no worse than his original one, and it was hard for him to imagine how Qi Zhijie managed to carve such a fine piece of jade in such a short period of time.

"Old Qi, how did you carve it out in such a short time? It won't work if you grow eight hands."

"..." He can't grow eight hands, it's just that he stays up every night until three o'clock in the morning.

Later, the jade pendant that Qi Zhijie wore all year round was carved by Mu Xun as a gift for this jade pendant.

At that time, Mu Xun's skills were relatively young, and it took more than half a year to select and cut materials and polish them, and finally sent them to Fudong on the National Day of that year.

It was also one of his masterpieces.

So now, when he and Qi Zhijie were sitting in the Mu family's conference room to sign the share transfer agreement, he suddenly found that the jade ring was no longer on the man's hand.

His heart seemed to be empty, and his eyes gradually darkened.

Qi Zhijie thought he was still mad at his "blackmail": "Axun, don't worry, I will definitely make this project a huge profit."

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