Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

Mu Xun's expression froze, and he stroked the luggage pole in his hand with his fingers: "Qi Zhijie has he been back?"

"Come before people get things." Uncle He said, getting up from the recliner and sighing, "You little bastards, you still have a bit of conscience."

He stepped forward and took away the beautifully packaged tea set in Mu Xun's hand: "The room has been cleaned up for you, there are leftovers in the kitchen, don't bother me if you have nothing to worry about."

After Uncle He explained, he took the box of tea sets into the handicraft room.

Mu Xun knew that he was going to start "academic research" again.

So I had no choice but to carry my luggage and a few bags of supplements and went upstairs sighing, feeling that I was a free purchasing agent.

Manhe was too comfortable, so he put away his luggage and stood at the window of the attic to look out, watching the greengages blooming in the garden.

Slowly walking pedestrians, time flowing quietly.

He began to think of Qi Zhijie uncontrollably.

He originally wanted to come to Manhe to hide, but found that here, Qi Zhijie is really everywhere.

The attic space is very small, a bed that can barely fit him takes up most of the space, and the rest of the space is filled with carved trinkets that he burned before.

And every gadget here can more or less be related to Qi Zhijie.

When he left Manhe back then, he didn't take any of it with him, and he didn't take away the finely crafted white jade lamb-shaped pendant that Qi Zhijie spent half a year carving.

Today, the brocade box in which he is stored is covered with a layer of dust visible to the naked eye.

He thought that by not looking at these, he could speed up the speed of his forgetting.

Therefore, he dared not take any of them away.

At night, he went downstairs and waited for food in front of the stove with Erhuang, the local dog that Uncle He had raised for seven or eight years.

While eating, he said casually, "Qi Zhijie didn't tell you that he was coming back, did he?"

"I don't know, why, want to see him?" Uncle He chewed the fresh cabbage from his vegetable garden.

Missing him, Mu Xun sneered, his mouth still hurts now, thinking of him, he is almost sick: "Uncle, what kind of joke are you talking about?"

Uncle He threw the chicken bones spit out on the table to Erhuang, who ate with his head down and ecstasy.

"That guy brings things here every year, but I haven't seen him before." Uncle He finished the rice in the porcelain bowl and started to clean up the dishes, "When are you leaving?"

"I just came here and you expect me to leave." Mu Xun held up the bowl of pork bone soup in his hand and stared at him aggrievedly.

"I'll look after the store for me tomorrow, and I won't pay the food expenses in vain." Uncle He shook his head and packed the dishes and chopsticks into the sink, "Wash these, I'm going to bed."

"It's only past seven o'clock."

"What do you know, I want to live a few more years."

Mu Xun had nothing to say, and raised his head to drink the milky white pork bone soup while touching Erhuang who was licking his slippers.

In the next few days, Mu Xun took off his uncomfortable suit and shirt, and sat in Uncle He's antique shop in soft and comfortable cotton-padded pajamas to look after the store, dragged his cotton slippers on alleys, and waited for dinner with Erhuang. Eat, quarrel with Uncle He after washing the dishes at night.

He likes this kind of life very much.

Every morning when I wake up, I can hear the life of the aunts bargaining in the streets and alleys.

It was a fine day, and he happened to find a piece of Xinjiang jade. He stood under the sun in the yard with glasses on and observed it carefully, thinking of cutting it into a piece of jade plaque as a New Year gift for Uncle He.

"Muxun, is Mu Xun there?"

Suddenly, someone from the front shop called him.

He stuffed the Xinjiang jade into his pocket and walked out: "Who is looking for me?"

"You are heartless, you still know how to come back." A shrill female voice pierced his ears.

It was his aunt whose skin was thicker than the wall.

Mu Xun leaned against the mahogany frame of the side door with his arms folded, as if watching her performance: "Miss Qiu, please pay attention to your wording."

"Why, do you want to have nothing to do with me now? Why didn't you call me Ms. Qiu when you ate me and used me?" The woman yelled so loudly that the neighbors poked their heads out.

Mu Xun cast his eyes on the woman in the red padded jacket, and raised his fox eyes slightly upwards: "I used to call you Qiu Jinhua, why, do you like it so much when people call you by your name? Qiu Jinhua."

The woman couldn't take advantage of it, so she started to pretend to be pitiful and sympathetic, and shouted to the outside of the house: "Oh, everyone, come and judge, I have raised this little bastard for more than ten years, more than ten years, now he goes back and makes a fortune with him If my father is together, I don’t care about my life or death! If your mother knows that you treat your own sister-in-law like this, your mother..."

"Who allows you to mention my mother." The man who was originally indifferent, turned cold and sternly stopped the woman.

"Why can't I mention my sister? The surname is Mu, my sister was killed by you. Now you..."

"Shut up for me!" Mu Xun straightened up from the door frame, and his voice became more and more harsh.

The woman was afraid that he would do something, so she just sat down on the ground and cried: "Everyone, come and see, my nephew is beating my sister-in-law."

People gradually gathered outside the antique shop, pointing at Mu Xun and the woman and began to whisper.

Mu Xun stood in the same place coldly, watching the woman make a fuss: "Qiu Jinhua, I know what she wants, doesn't she just want money? Let me tell you, I am short of everything but money. But if I throw the money into the sea, I won't give you a dime."

Uncle He was wearing presbyopic glasses, and came out of the workshop when he heard the voice: "Qiu Jinhua, I'm not a place for you to run wild."

Uncle He is highly respected in Manhe, he is the kind of existence that people or ghosts will be courteous when they see him: "My temple is small and cannot accommodate so many people, everyone should leave."

As soon as these words came out, the people around the door left angrily, leaving only Qiu Jinhua who was still sitting on the ground unwilling to get up.

The woman has grown rounder in recent years, wearing a red padded jacket rolled into a ball: "I don't care, I have raised you for so many years, you have to give me something back no matter what."

Mu Xun sneered: "Repay you, of course I want to repay you. Didn't my cousin open a supermarket in the town?"

"You...what do you mean." Seeing his appearance and tone, the woman was really a little scared.

"It's nothing else, you can find a place to reopen." He just bought the land last year, "I won't rent it to you again."

He didn't think about it at first, but when he came back this year, he found out that his supermarket was rented on his own land.

"If you're still staying here, Qiu Jinhua, I can assure you that your whole family won't be able to cross the Manhe River." He said in a low voice, which made people shudder.

The woman had no choice but to get up reluctantly, she didn't expect this bastard to be so cruel now: "You heartless..."

She cursed again and staggered away.

Being made a fuss by a woman like this, Mu Xun's mood became extremely bad again.

At night, he locked himself in the handicraft room to cut jade, neither eating nor talking.

"Little brat, when will you pay me back after you have occupied my handicraft room for so long?" Uncle He knocked on the door of the confinement room, holding a bowl of winter melon soup in his hand, "Come out and drink the soup for me."

Mu Xun's mind was full of the words that Qiu Jinhua scolded him just now.

"My surname is Mu, my sister was killed by you..."

As soon as he was dazed, his finger was cut by the sharp machine and bled.

He suffered from pain, and quickly retracted his fingers. Bright red blood flowed out from the wound continuously. Uncle He outside the door seemed to hear a strange voice, and opened the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Mu Xun clutching his hands, blood dripping on the wooden table: "Go to the yard and wash it with water, I'll go find the medicine box."

Uncle He circled around in place, so anxious that he didn't know where to go for a while.

Mu Xun nodded, and went to the sink in the yard with his hands covered.

The smell of blood and the pain nerves in his hands stimulated his brain, which had been in a state of confusion. The clear and cold water rushed over his wound, and he didn't know whether he was stung or relieved.

At that time, a man with a suitcase in a gray cashmere coat stepped in from the threshold.

It is Qizhi Festival.

He didn't expect Mu Xun to be here, and he froze on the spot in astonishment. Mu Xun's head was still empty, and he didn't realize that Qi Zhijie had appeared in front of the threshold less than 15 meters away from him.

He raised his cold hand, intending to find a piece of gauze to stop the bleeding.

As soon as he lifted it, the bloody stools fell down, especially under the incandescent lights in the yard.

Only then did Qi Zhijie see that he was bleeding, and hurriedly dropped the suitcase in his hand, and walked to the man's side in two steps: "What's wrong with you?"

Mu Xun was startled by the sudden male voice, turned his eyes and took a step back in shock.

It turned out to be Qizhi Festival.

But the man didn't give him time to react at all, he took out an alcohol swab from his pocket and began to wipe the deep cut on his index finger.

Mu Xun couldn't understand what messed things were in this man's pockets. Alcohol stimulated his bleeding wound, and the pain made him want to pull his hands subconsciously.

"Don't move around." Qi Zhijie grabbed his wrist not to give him a chance to break free, looked up at Mu Xun whose little face was wrinkled in pain, and couldn't help frowning: "You Hold on."

When Uncle He climbed to the storage room to take out the medicine box and returned to the yard, Qi Zhijie had already taken out all the tools from his suitcase and bandaged Mu Xun's wound.

"Uncle He." Qi Zhijie closed the opened suitcase again, "It was cut by a machine, I'll go and deal with the machine."

Not to mention Mu Xun, Uncle He couldn't react, and stood on the stone steps with the medicine box in his hand: "Why are you back?"

"I wanted to come and see you. It seems that I should go to the handicraft room first." He was speaking to Uncle He, but those peach blossom eyes seemed to grow on Mu Xun's body.

"Okay, then go in and clean up, don't get hurt too." Uncle He waved his hand at him, his brows that were already a little frosty were twisted together, walked over and grabbed Mu Xun's hand, " You see how old you are and you are still so frizzy, how many times you have been punctured here before, and you don’t have a long memory.”

Mu Xun looked at the back of the man walking into the handicraft room, and remembered how he was in a hurry to bandage his wound just now, and asked him if it hurt with a trembling voice.

Some trance.