Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

"What nonsense, you are not an idiot." Qi Zhijie held his arm and lowered his half-squatting body again, "Axun, why would I not want you."

Listening to what he said, Mu Xun didn't want to admit that tears were seeping from the corners of his eyes.

He lifted his head buried in the man's chest, and the eyelashes on those fox eyes were wet: "But you just didn't want me three years ago...you just threw me away three years ago."

Qi Zhijie looked down at him, as if his chest was blocked by something, he couldn't breathe: "Axun, it's not that I don't want you...I just..." He didn't know what to do.

The man still looked straight at him with those clear fox eyes, the tip of his nose was slightly red.

He really wanted to hear an explanation, even if it was pale, even if it was weak.

Even if it's a lie to yourself.

However, he still failed to hear the follow-up of this sentence.

Qi Zhijie lowered his eyes and closed his lips. After a long silence, he only said in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry."

Mu Xun just felt that these three words were too light and fluffy, and couldn't suppress the pain and hatred in his heart at all.

He never dared to carefully recall the days and nights of the past three years.

Because of this, he left all the things and things about Qi Zhijie in Manhe.

He took his own body to Fu Dong, seeking pleasure and having fun every day, spending money and money, he always thought that this would make him feel better, he thought he could forget it.

But the facts proved that he was deceiving himself and others. Once Qi Zhijie appeared, the defense system he had built in his heart would fall apart.

So this "I'm sorry", he really couldn't reply "It's okay".

Not long after the sorry words fell, the little fox around his neck suddenly pushed him away, and said coldly, "If that's the case, you shouldn't come to provoke me again."

"I didn't want to provoke you, I just wanted to make amends." His arms were empty, and his heart felt sore and numb.

In the past three years, there hasn't been a single moment in which he has neither blamed himself nor felt sad.

"Atonement? You don't need it, Qi Zhijie, I don't want your atonement." Mu Xun stared at him, brushing back the hair that was dyed wet from being hot all over because of drunkenness just now, looking up at the bright lights in the box , with a long sigh, "I never want your sympathy, nor your atonement, what I want...you never give it to me."

As he spoke, he staggered up from the sofa and walked out.

Qi Zhijie wanted to reach out to help him, but he pushed him away: "No need."

"Be obedient, I'll take you back." He stretched out his hand again, but the man refused him thousands of miles away again as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"Dogs are obedient, not people." Mu Xun leaned on the wall and staggered towards the door of the box.

The man froze in place, frowning: "What do you want? Axun, as I said, I can give you whatever you want."

Listening to his words, Mu Xun stopped in his tracks, turned his head and gave him a cold look: "Now I don't want it anymore, I only want you, Mr. Qi, to do a good job in the antique street project."

The cold air outside the box door hit his face, irritated his throat, and made him cough several times: "Also, please, Mr. Qi, please give me back the jade wrench I cut earlier, I miss you It shouldn’t be rare for it, it’s better to return it to its original owner and everyone.”

He didn't mean to wait for Qi Zhijie's response, he straightened his back and walked out by himself.

He asked Mu's driver to pick him up at the door.

On the way back, he lay in the car, with dim eyes open, looking at the boundless night and the red lanterns all over the street outside the car window.

So festive.

Too bad it has nothing to do with him.

"Master, go to bed first, I will call you when I get home."

In this case, the former Qi Zhijie would also tell him.

"Axun, you go to bed first, I will call you later."

It was the summer of the year, and the summer in Manhe was a typical southern summer. People dared not go out due to the continuous high temperature.

Even if it rains, it is still stuffy, and the inner walls of the house will still be damp, and the dampness makes people feel irritable.

Especially Uncle He, he hated this kind of weather the most, for fear that it would spoil his treasures.

As the only employee and apprentice in the antique shop, Mu Xun will play the role of a laborer at this time, wiping with a dry towel every moment.

Because he wanted to save money to buy a scooter, he also found a part-time job as a shopkeeper at night.

During that time, Qi Zhijie also came to Manhe from Lanjing.

Ever since the rainy night incident, Mu Xun knew that he was completely finished.

He was completely pinched by this old man whose legs were visible from the neck down.

And this man seemed to take good care of himself, always giving him the illusion that there was a possibility between them.

That night, after packing up the antique shop, Mu Xun prepared to go to work in a small part-time Internet cafe.

Qi Zhijie arrived at the store just at this time.

When Mu Xun saw him, he was like a peacock with its tail open, and kept showing courteousness: "You're here, Lao Qi, haven't seen you for so long, do you miss me?"

The man was always indifferent and didn't bother to pay attention to his appearance: "Where's Uncle He?"

"It's in the back room." Mu Xun froze with a smile on his face, and wanted to say something, but the man had already gone to the back room, leaving no room for him to perform at all.

The shriveled Mu Xun had no choice but to rush to work with his mouth curled up.

In the back room, Qi Zhijie and Uncle He sat facing each other.

Uncle He took out his treasured Jin Junmei: "I only took it out because you gave me a tea set."

Qi Zhijie raised the glazed cup and took a sip: "Not bad, better than the new batch I bought this year."

"That's not..." Uncle He shook the cattail fan in his hand, his tone full of pride.

Qi Zhijie tilted his head inadvertently, and suddenly found that the lights in the front shop were dark: "Why don't you see that little apprentice of yours coming in to sleep?"

"He, went to the Internet cafe to watch the night to make money."

"Night watch? When do you want to come back?" The man lightly frowned his fox eyes.

"It seems to be four o'clock at night." He only knew that the chickens in the fourth aunt's house next door started to crow, and this guy came back writhing.

"Is he... very short of money recently?" Qi Zhijie frowned when he heard that he didn't come back until four o'clock in the middle of the night.

Uncle He added some more tea to his glass cup, and sighed: "Everyone wants to buy a motorcycle, and I said I would pay him in advance to buy it, but he doesn't want it."

To be honest, after spending such a long time with this kid, he has long regarded him as his half son.

Listening to what he said, Qi Zhijie shook the glass cup filled with strong tea, and the tea fragrance spread out along its shaking trajectory, blending with the air: "Then where is the Internet cafe?"

"Yuanyang Avenue, what? Do you want to go too? To work or to play game consoles?" Uncle He began to flirt with his humorous lips.

Qi Zhijie shook his head with a smile and didn't speak any more.

Then he just lowered his head and took a sip of tea thoughtfully.

It was almost 04:30 in the morning when Mu Xun waited for Fatty to take over for him.

He came out of the reception desk yawning.

Xiaopang scratched his head embarrassingly: "I accidentally overslept, how about this, you come over later when the shift is over at night."

Mu Xun waved his hand and said it was okay.

After leaving the Internet cafe, it was already daylight.

The Internet cafe is located in the center of the small town of Manhe, so it is naturally some distance away from Uncle He's antique street. Every day, he rides back and forth on an antique Phoenix bicycle that Uncle He rode when he was young.

A famous brand is a famous brand, and after so many years, it is still very durable. Apart from the fact that going uphill is a bit laborious, he actually feels that he doesn't even need to buy a small motorcycle.

However, the main reason for buying a motorcycle is that he wants to go for a ride, and the cool wind in the summer night keeps rushing towards him, wrapping his whole body, and he feels comfortable just thinking about it.

To his surprise, a black car suddenly stopped today on the previously empty street.

He didn't know the brand, but he thought it was cool when he saw the tall tires and the novel shape.

This is a model he has never seen in Manhe.

Only later did he know that the brand of this car was Land Rover.

It's a four-wheeler that buys him a playground scooter.

The lights of the all-black car suddenly turned on, like a monster waking up suddenly in the dark night.

The frightened Mu Xun backed away again and again.

At that time, the window of the car slowly moved down, revealing a head.

It turned out to be Qizhi Festival.

The man turned his head and looked straight at him through the car window: "Get in the car."

Mu Xun twisted the extremely petite and cute bicycle in his hand at the moment, grinning awkwardly: "You may not have noticed...I also have a bicycle."

As soon as he finished speaking, the trunk of the car opened by itself, as if Transformers were about to transform.

Of course it didn't open automatically, but Qi Zhijie pressed the button: "Put it later."

He lifted the bicycle into the trunk, and was about to reach out to close the trunk door, but found that the door would not only open but also close automatically, so he retracted his hand embarrassingly, and went to the passenger door of the car.

He seemed to get into the car cautiously, and sat on the soft leather seat cushion.

The sufficient air-conditioning in the car just swept away his hot body.

Qi Zhijie looked at Mu Xun from the corner of his eye while starting the engine.

The child seemed to have grown a lot, and his face had shrunk a bit.

"Did you come here specially to pick me up? Lao Qi." Mu Xun put on his seat belt, turned his head and asked him expectantly.

"Change to a job that doesn't leave work so late." The man stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove forward at a constant speed on the deserted street.

Mu Xun frowned slightly, and couldn't help wondering why Qi Zhijie's words were wrong: "The night shift is like this, it's not too late."

"Then don't get on it. What motorcycle do you want? I'll buy it for you." The man blurted out this sentence in a moment of urgency.

Mu Xun's eyes widened and he tilted his head to look at him: "Huh?"

Qi Zhijie clenched the steering wheel in his hand, swallowed and began to make amends: "I mean, it's not safe every day so late, besides, the jade wrench you gave me is worth a motorcycle, I I can't cheat you of a child's money."

Mu Xun tilted his head and looked at the receding houses outside the window, blinking his clear fox eyes: "How can this be calculated like this, that is my return gift for giving you my jade pendant, don't worry, what can Manhe have?" unsafe."

"How can I rest assured, have you forgotten how your jade pendant was broken?"

The author says:

Catch up on the rankings on Wednesday. Recently, my family is sick and busy with taking care of them. Today this chapter is in a hurry. I will fix it in two days. If there are any unexpected things, please bear with me~