Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

Go to see the snow with Qi Zhijie.

If the words are more profound, it is probably Mu Xun's long-cherished wish.

"You don't need to wait until winter, we can go to London to Iceland...Axun, there is no need to wait." The man held his hand, his eyes flickering.

He knew that it was too hard for him to make Mu Xun wait.

Mu Xun slightly hooked his lips, smiled and held his hand back: "I know...know that I have actually waited."

"Qi Zhijie, I'll take you to meet someone."

"it is good."

The car drove towards the outskirts of Manhe, and the mountains in front of me became more and more hazy.

Autumn in Manhe is rainy, and today it is drizzling.

Qi Zhijie saw the tombstones all over the mountain not far away before realizing that Mu Xun wanted to take him to see someone.

The car stopped outside the cemetery.

The two got out of the car and walked into the garden on foot.

He brought Qi Zhijie to Qiuman's tomb.

The tombstone is engraved with the old mother Qiuman, and the small characters on the side explain the date of birth and death, and there is also a sentence: Manli's flower in the autumn night, my mother.

Mu Xun asked someone to fill it in a few years ago. He knew that Qiuman would like to think of himself in a new way, and he also hoped that in these copied and pasted tombs, there would be something unique to him. romantic.

Qiuman is a romantic person.

It was she who taught Mu Xun.

No matter what kind of environment you are in, you can live your life as you want.

"Here, my short-lived mother, I think, she should want to see you." Mu Xun took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the black and white photo of Qiuman on the tombstone.

The woman in the photo has gentle eyebrows and a bright smile.

"My mother died because of me." He gently stroked the face of the woman in the photo with his fingertips. "It was also a rainy day. She got into a car accident while taking a taxi to bring me rain boots and died on the spot."

Regarding Mu Xun's life experience, Qi Zhijie only heard a little from He Jing, but he didn't know these details, and he rarely asked about Mu Xun's past.

Now, Mu Xun and he took the initiative to mention this, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

"I sometimes think, if only I remembered to wear rain boots to school that day, or if it didn't rain that day... But, after all, I always feel that if she didn't If I was born, there should be a happy family now." His fingers left the photo on the tombstone, and he smiled as if mocking himself.

He always thought that maybe his birth was a mistake.

"Ah Xun, this is not something you can control, no wonder you are yourself." Qi Zhijie grabbed his hand, his eyes darkened, "Auntie must have considered these issues before giving birth to you, which means that compared to those , she hopes to be with you more, your birth may be her new hope."

new Hope.

Mu Xun stared at the picture of the woman on the tombstone. He was already so old, but the woman was still so young.

"I should really thank her for bringing you into this world and by my side." Qi Zhijie also set his eyes on the tombstone.

What he said was sincere, not to make Mu Xun happy.

If he had never met Mu Xun, perhaps his life would have passed in such a muddle

"She will also thank you for taking care of me, a child who knows nothing." For so many years, Mu Xun came to the cemetery alone to visit Qiuman's grave. After returning to Mu's house, he also wanted Mu Liangqi to come. have a look.

But his father didn't seem to let go of the past, and he didn't want to let it go. He was also afraid that Qiuman might not be happy to see Mu Liangqi, so he didn't force him anymore.

Mu Xun brought Qi Zhijie here because he wanted Qiuman to know that he was no longer alone as a child.

At the same time, he also told Qi Zhijie the past that he was least willing to mention.

"Qizhi Festival."

"I'm here."

He often feels lonely and lonely, so he indulges in lingering on the streets with feasting lights and bars where demons dance wildly, thinking that this can fill the emptiness in his heart.

But he knew very well that this was all useless work.

Until now, Qi Zhijie appeared.

Let him start looking forward to tomorrow.

Looking forward to seeing the mountains and rivers of Manhe, the tall buildings in Fudong, and the snow in Lanjing.

It turns out that the world can be so bright and lovely.

"Axun, let's go home."

After leaving the cemetery, the two went to Uncle He's house.

Since He Jing fell ill last time, in order not to be arrested by Mu Xun and sent to Fu Dong for the elderly, he made up his mind to quit smoking.

This is what Mu Xun did not expect.

After all, He Jing has been smoking for most of his life, yet he is so hard-nosed that he quits as soon as he says he wants to.

As soon as they entered the courtyard, the person who came to greet them was no accident, and it was Erhuang again.

Erhuang wagged his tail and arched Mu Xun's trouser legs with his head.

"Why are you still here together?" He Jing sat in the front shop, wearing reading glasses, studying the blue and white porcelain he had just bought.

"I miss you." Mu Xun leaned down to tease the dog, and shouted to He Jing in the room.

"Where's your boyfriend? Why didn't you come together?" He Jing turned his face and looked at the two people in the courtyard while supporting his reading glasses.

Mu Xun almost forgot about this, his hand touching Erhuang's head froze slightly, and raised his eyes to ask Qi Zhijie for help.

The man was calm and calm: "I'm here."

He Jing in the room laughed out loud: "What? I said that his little boyfriend is...what's his name?"

"It's fine if you can't remember, anyway, I'm Axun's boyfriend now." The man replied, bluntly and completely without preparation.

Not to mention that He Jinghui couldn't react, even Mu Xun was a little stunned.

Isn't this guy the most conversant... I don't know how to be tactful.

This somewhat seems that he is a bit "watery".

He Jing couldn't react for a while, and when he did, all the blue and white porcelain in his hand fell on the counter.

This is the first time he didn't care about whether these gadgets were bumped or not. He took off his reading glasses and hurriedly went to the inner courtyard: "What? What did you say?"

"Well, uncle, don't worry, it's a long story..." Mu Xun stood up, rubbing his hands together, looking a little embarrassed.

"It's ok, Mu Xun, young and old can eat it all, right?" He Jing looked at Mu Xun meaningfully, and then at Qi Zhijie.

When he said this, Qi Zhijie's face froze.

He is really that old...

But yes, after all, the zebra looks smaller than Mu Xun.

Mu Xun didn't expect that Uncle He would "praise" himself like this: "No..." He wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start to explain, "Anyway, it's right that things are not what you think."

"I didn't think about it. How could I have imagined the tricks you young people are playing." He Jing curled his lips and shook his head, "Are you really joking?"

He still can't digest it.

"I'm not joking, Uncle He, I've liked Axun for a long time." Qi Zhijie spoke again.

Without a trace of hesitation, it was straightforward.

When Mu Xun brought Lu Zhizhou to He Jing and said that he was his boyfriend, no one would know how jealous he was.

I almost gritted my teeth with jealousy.

Now, finally had the opportunity to show his identity in front of He Jing, he had to firmly confirm his position.

The author says:

There is a list this week, and it is estimated that the main text will end next week, and there is still a small twist like this ~ there will be more extra episodes ~ to explain some lines that the main text did not explain clearly.

Make an advertisement for my Republic of China, which contains the story of Wanbaolou. Hahahaha, it can be understood as the story of Qi Zhijie’s grandpa’s grandpa~