she fell from the galaxy

Zhu Wuyou held back his voice but couldn't hold back his tears. He raised his eyes to meet those pitch-black pupils, and said in a choked voice, "I...want to know...when did you know?"

Her eyes were very beautiful, and after being washed by tears, the pupils became clearer, and the crystal tears condensed on the eyelashes, suppressing the sparkling brilliance in the eyes.

Mo Sihan's heart was deeply involved, he saw pity, tenderness, and distress in her eyes.

For physiological excrement, whether it is sweat or tears, he is extremely disgusted.

At this moment, his cleanliness seemed to be cured.

Mo Sihan couldn't help reaching out to touch the coldness on her face.

Zhu Wuyou turned his head stubbornly, with a slight bitterness hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Mo Sihan was taken aback, retracted that empty hand, and said calmly, "Probably not long after Grandpa passed away."

"Then do you know when I found out?" Zhu Wuyou snorted, trying to hold back the pain.

Mo Sihan nodded, and moved his lips: "After you escaped from the mental hospital, you went to Lizhen. Then your mother who had been missing for many years went to Lizhen to look for you."

What Mo Sihan failed to say was that in the past few years, in order to find her, he had searched almost everywhere he could think of.

Zhu Wuyou was surprised that he knew everything.

There was a layer of sadness in her eyes: it turned out that she was the last person to know everything.

Counting the past in detail, she was obviously not from Zhu's family, but she married Mo Sihan by mistake.

Many people suddenly came to mind in Zhu Wuyou's mind: the grandfather Zhu who loved her so much couldn't take good care of her, and he was worried about her when he died; There is a grandmother who doesn't care about past suspicions, and on her deathbed, she handed over all the people she loved (Mo Sihan and Xiao Qingtuan) during her lifetime into her hands.

Grandma's kind voice kept echoing in her mind: Wuyou, if that person is you, grandma believes that you can take good care of them, even if grandma asks you.

Wrong, all wrong.

One cannot change one's birth, one cannot choose one's parents, one cannot deny the blood that runs through one's body.

When there is nothing you can do, you have to accept your fate.

The corners of Zhu Wuyou's eyes were stained with a layer of mist, the corners of the eyes were sore, and the nose was also sore, so sore that she could hardly bear it anymore.

Mo Sihan sighed, and said in an unhurried voice: "It's not your fault. Although for a while, I vented my anger on you and did a lot of wrong things to you. But now, I'm relieved and begged I can get your forgiveness."

Zhu Wuyou looked up at the man in front of him and raised his head: "Really?"

She didn't seem to believe that he was relieved.

Mo Sihan nodded: "Grandma's saying is right, you gave birth to me a little youth group, no matter how you do it, your merits and demerits will be equal."

The meaning of Xiaoqingtuan and Mo Sihan cannot be described in words, the hostility in him was worn away bit by bit in the process of accompanying Xiaoqingtuan.

At a certain stage of his life, the family affection that was lost due to fragmentation, he found again in Qingtuan.

Mo Sihan loved Xiaoqingtuan as much as he hated that woman.

The most ridiculous thing is that Xiao Qingtuan still has a quarter of that woman's blood flowing on her body.

In this life, people sometimes have to believe in fate, and some things are predestined.

Someone hurts you, someone heals you, someone takes revenge, someone repays your kindness, everything has a definite destiny, and it's all reincarnation.

The pain in Zhu Wuyou's heart didn't stop, her voice trembled slightly: "Can you tell me about them?"

The truth that should come will come sooner or later.

Escaping cannot solve the problem, only facing the truth.

Mo Sihan walked to the bookshelf, took out a few photo albums, and then sat down beside Zhu Wuyou.

The first photo album records the appearance of Mo Sihan's parents when they were young, and the happy picture of the family loving each other.

Zhu Wuyou saw Mo Sihan's childhood appearance in the photo: It turned out that he was also a boy who loved to laugh.

Looking at the unsmiling Mo Sihan now, Zhu Wuyou's heart ached inexplicably.

Maybe she never thought that it was her who caused him to be like this.

She has always regarded herself as a victim, but she did not expect that indirectly she is also a perpetrator.

After flipping through the photos, it was not difficult to see that Mo Sihan's parents had once loved each other vigorously.

Some people have said that love and coughing cannot be hidden. Even if you cover your mouth and nose, love will still come out of your eyes.

But thinking about their ending, all these loving pasts are ironic.

Mo Sihan closed the album, and said in a flat voice: "My father is a student from a poor family, and my mother is a daughter of a famous family. Perhaps the marriage of a wealthy daughter and a boy from a poor family was doomed to be a tragedy from the very beginning."

Men are afraid of entering the wrong profession, women are afraid of marrying the wrong man, the old saying is true.

"He's my dad, but I still have to speak ill of him. He's flirtatious, ruthless and ungrateful. If it wasn't for him, my mother wouldn't have suffered so much."

Regarding Huang Yaowen, Zhu Wuyou has heard people mention him: the golden phoenix that flew out of the mountain nest, successfully entered the Mohist family and became the son-in-law of the Mohist family, with a romantic nature, lingering in the flowers and so on.As for the cause of death, relevant news found on the Internet said that he died of sudden cardiac death due to cardiac origin.

Mo Sihan had no superfluous expression on his face, and hummed a few words with his nose: "You must know that he died of sudden cardiac death, but what outsiders don't know is that he died on the lover's bed."

lover?Could it be mom?

Zhu Wuyou's pupils trembled, this would even make her feel guilty for living and breathing.

"Of course, with the old man's public relations ability, it's natural that not a single word of such a scandal will be reported." Mo Sihan's lips curled up into a subtle arc.

Zhu Wuyou cautiously opened his mouth and asked, "Can you tell me how my mother met your father?"
Different people may come to different conclusions about the same thing.

Regarding this point, Zhu Wuyou has no doubts.

Mo Sihan's face turned cold, and there was a trace of disdain in his tone: "Your mother may be the first group of people to eat crabs."

"?"

"Mrs. Hao's crash course, Mrs. Tianwang... have you heard of these things?" Mo Sihan's brows were tinged with cold air, and his voice was cold and stiff, "According to the information I have investigated, your mother died soon after she came to Jincheng. I met LURA, and after she came out of the training class, she packaged herself as a tasteful and attractive woman. She often went to high-end places, and within a short period of time, she met two men from wealthy families."

"You should have guessed it, one is Zhu Zaiyang, and the other is my father. What I want to say is that Zhu Zaiyang already had a fiancée at that time, and my father is a married person."

These words fell into Zhu Wuyou's ears like a thorn pierced into her, and she almost couldn't even raise her head.

She wished so much that the woman he was talking about was not her mother, but the truth was often biting and cruel.

Mo Sihan added: "At that time, your mother already had you in her womb, so she must have been eager to find a next family, and her intention was nothing more than to find someone who would take the blame.

If it is a normal woman, she will generally choose to go to the hospital to abort the child at this time.

The reason why her mother didn't kill it was because she considered that the child in her womb was of the blood of the Lin family and might be useful to her in the future.

Her mother is indeed not an ordinary woman, her scheming and means are beyond comparison.

It is not an exaggeration to say that her mother is a high-level green in a bad way.

Zhu Wuyou's lips were white and dry, and she felt that something was wrong with her whole body: "What happened after that?"

"Of course it was a quarrel. But because the relationship between your mother and my father was in an ambiguous stage at that time, there was no substantive derailment, and your mother was very good at acting and pretended to be innocent in front of my mother, so my mother forgave she."

Mo Wenwan has been well protected since she was a child, and she is a simple person, so she is naturally not Weng Xiaomei's opponent.

Zhu Wuyou's eyes narrowed: the part he said was almost the same as what her mother told her.

Mo Sihan took a full look at the subtle expressions on her face, and the corner of his lips curled up: "Don't get too excited, this is only the first half of the episode, there's still the second half."

Zhu Wuyou closed his eyes in pain, and sighed secretly: It would be great if things ended here!
Seeing her ugly face and painful expression, Mo Sihan's heart ached.

"Do you want to continue listening?"

Zhu Wuyou took a deep breath: "I'm fine, just tell me."

"I don't need to tell you what happened afterwards, you should know." Mo Sihan didn't say anything, because he was afraid that she wouldn't be able to digest it for a while.

Zhu Wuyou insisted: "No, I want to hear it."

Mo Sihan only finished half of the next episode, and Zhu Wuyou's uncontrollable sobs overflowed from her throat. She trembled and said intermittently: "I'm sorry!"

She cried so sadly, as if she was the one who did something wrong.

Mo Sihan's heart ached violently, and he stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms: "It's okay, it's over."

On the sofa, Zhu Wuyou leaned his head on his shoulder and sobbed softly, everything around him seemed to be still, except for the sound of crying, breathing, and each other's heartbeat.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!" Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

The two woke up instantly and separated quickly, as if they were not the two who hugged each other to keep warm just now.

Immediately afterwards came Butler Gu's deep voice: "Master, the young master is crying and looking for you."

Zhu Wuyou lowered his eyes: "Can I stay by myself?"
"Okay." Mo Sihan stood up, "I'll accompany Xiao Qingtuan."

After the door is closed,
Zhu Wuyou was in tears, flipping through the photo album, depressed and complicated.

In the later photos, the grown-up Mo Sihan hardly ever smiled.

Zhu Wuyou remembered what his grandfather said: Due to family changes, Si Han took the position of president at a young age.At that time, Si Han had to deal with old fried dough sticks who were dozens of years older than him all day long, and he was always on guard to prevent the Mo family from falling into the hands of others.

In addition, he has to take care of his mentally disturbed mother and his sick elder.

Those days were undoubtedly the darkest time in his life.

He seemed to hear in his ears again, that night when he was drunk, Mo Sihan cried like a woman's weeping, as fragile, helpless, and sad as a child.

Zhu Wuyou covered her face with her hands, and cried in pain: "What should I do? What should I do?"

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