Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

The moment the door was pushed open, an old and familiar smell rushed over her face. Standing in the entrance, Mu Ying looked at the room in front of her, feeling like a dream.

It seems like nothing has changed, and it seems like everything has changed.

Mu Ying took a deep breath, and said to the young master, "Come in, and show you the house where I used to live."

They started their visit from the first floor. In the kitchen drain basket, there were three milk cups that mother had washed, and they hadn't had time to take back the cupboard.

On the fruit plate on the dining table, there was a handful of Mu Ying's favorite candies.

In the vase on the fireplace, there is a bouquet of withered flowers, which are my mother's favorite roses during her lifetime.

On the sofa in the living room, there were books that Dad hadn't finished reading, and Mu Ying's favorite doll...

When she picked up the doll and touched the soft fabric of the doll, she endured the tears all the way, and finally welled up in her eyes.

The young master hugged her shoulders, kissed her forehead lightly, and said: "I remember that Ah Ying dreamed that I came to visit your house before, and you said that you took me upstairs to the room, and then we..."

He bit those ambiguous words lightly, caressing Mu Ying's ears like feathers.

She held back her tears, her cheeks were hot, and she couldn't help but punch him.

The young master smiled and caught her fist: "Take me upstairs to have a look?"

Mu Ying nodded, put the doll in her hand back to its original place, and led the young master to the second floor.

Going back to the room I used to live in, looking at everything in the room, I have mixed feelings in my heart.

The pink bed sheet was covered with dust, which was laid by her mother herself. The small white bed was bought by her father himself, and it had been sunburned into a dark yellow.

Time has quietly flowed in this room for more than ten years, and now, the former warm room has become a yellowed old photo.

She couldn't bear to look any longer, and dragged the young master out of the bedroom, to her father's study.

This was her favorite place as a child.

Because there are big floor-to-ceiling windows in Dad's study room, as well as her complete set of painting tools.

Dad is busy with work, often works overtime, and is sometimes not at home on weekends. Mom will read in Dad's study. At that time, she will be by the side like a little artist, looking at the scenery outside the window and painting, smearing, and making a big deal of it.

Just as he was thinking about the situation at that time, the young master's voice came from behind: "You drew this when you were young?"

Mu Ying turned her head and saw the young master standing in front of a wall, looking at the paintings on the wall.

The bright colors and unrestrained and rough wavy strokes are exactly her childhood "masterpieces".

She came to the painting, stood in front of the young master, leaned on his chest, and said boldly: "I may be the little painter who was delayed by you."

The young master even nodded in agreement: "Maybe it's a female version of Van Gogh."

Mu Ying couldn't help laughing, the young master really flattered her.

It's rare for him to speak so well.

"Aying, can I take this painting away?"

Mu Ying imagined, if the young master came to her house for the first time, saw this painting and asked his father to ask for it, would his father give it to him?

It should be.

"Well, after the young master takes it back, he should treasure it carefully. This is your father-in-law's favorite one."

"Okay." The young master smiled and scratched the tip of her nose, and took off the painting.

However, when he took down the painting, he frowned.

"What's wrong?" Mu Ying asked.

"Your painting is quite heavy."

"It should be because the frame is relatively heavy, but there is actually a little story..."

She said that her father used to be very serious and did not praise her lightly. Even hanging her paintings, she said that it would be fine to frame them casually, mainly to block the mosquito blood on the white wall, but she knew that her father chose very good paintings. Frame, framed by hand, can be careful.

Mu Ying was recalling with emotion, but the young master had already opened the back of the picture frame.

Mu Ying was stunned for a moment, and said, young master, you just said that you want to treasure it carefully, why did you tear down my painting.

But before he finished speaking, he took out a brown leather-bound notebook from behind the back panel.

The notebook is not too thick, it fits well behind the painted back panel.

The young master held the notebook and looked at her: "It seems that you haven't seen this notebook before?"

Mu Ying shook her head, not knowing at all, but judging from the style of this book, it should belong to her father.

She took the notebook and flipped through the yellowed pages.

Looking at the lines of handsome handwriting, Mu Ying's heart beat faster and faster, she looked up at the young master: "Master, your father's name, I remember it is Mo Chuan, isn't it?"

The young master frowned, "Did you mention my dad?"

Mu Ying nodded, and returned her gaze to the notebook.

This is Mu Ying's father's diary, maybe it was accidentally left here, or maybe it was intentionally left for someone to find out.

In any case, this afternoon, the stories that happened between their parents, and the questions that bothered Mu Ying and Chu Lingfeng found their answers in this unintentionally discovered diary.

One of them was written after the death of the young master's father. Mu Ying's father wrote in his diary:

"I haven't closed my eyes for three days. My best brother, Mo Chuan, is gone. I learned about his death from the news. Every day, I hope someone will come to refute the rumors, but today Mr. Chu confirmed the content of the news. The news said that he and sister Qiao died in a villa in the suburbs and were murdered! The police are still investigating the murderer, but I know that the murderer is his own brother Chu Jiangshan, and his own brother is an accomplice! Write these While writing, my hands were still shaking. In the past three days, I have also asked myself countless times, what can I do, what else can I do.

"I am now penniless, only an old car left. All my assets are used to pay off Mo Chuan's debts, and I finally paid them off.

"A month ago, I couldn't contact him, so I guessed that he must have encountered difficulties and suddenly disappeared. But I didn't try my best to find him. I just wanted to help him pay off his debts first. But I should have thought of it, Both he and Sister Qiao are people who don’t want to cause trouble for others, let alone treacherous people. If they hadn’t encountered extremely difficult situations, they would never hide and let their friends bear the debts for them. If I think about this, maybe He and sister Qiao wouldn't have died so tragically...

"Regret is useless. I just want to avenge them now. Xiaoqing persuaded me not to do this. At least now I don't have the ability to fight against the Chu brothers. Instead, I will bring disaster to myself and my family. Xiaoqing said, Recklessness is not loyalty, but stupidity. Compared with revenge, Mo Chuan should prefer me to protect his two children.

"Yes, God bless, his two children are still alive, right next to me. The two little ones were frightened, and Xiaoqing coaxed them for a long time before putting them to sleep, and now they are lying on my bed Next to them, looking at their sleeping faces, my messy mood seemed to be clear. Mo Chuan and Qiao Mei used their lives to protect these two children. I must let these two children grow up safely. .

"And no one is more suitable than me to protect them. After all, everyone thinks that Mo Chuan has screwed me over. In order to help him pay back the money, I sacrificed everything to myself. Everyone will think that I hate Mo Chuan. They can't guess that I'm going to help these two kids..."