Don’t be a licking dog when you are reborn.

The snowflakes were as light as feathers, slowly falling on the benches, the walkways, the grass, and on Mu Kui and Shen Ling.

The years have left their marks on their faces.

Mu Kui reached out and gently brushed away the snow on Shen Ling's head. He didn't say anything, but his fingers were trembling slightly, just like his mood at the moment.

Through the falling snowflakes, Mu Kui looked at his wife's cheek, as if he saw their youthful appearance and those ordinary and warm past.

Yes, in fact, they already have the answer in their hearts.

They have experienced difficulties together and enjoyed happiness together. Today, they are still together, relying on each other and supporting each other.

But why are they so stubborn for most of their lives?

Snowflakes are no longer just a gift from nature, but more like a witness to their love story. On this snowy canvas, the two figures appear particularly warm.

On the lawn not far away, Mu Wanqiu looked at her parents quietly but did not go forward to disturb them.

She was calmer than he had imagined. She didn't cry or get hysterical. She was even much calmer than when she was in the ward.

Ji Feng and Wen Nuan stood not far from her, without saying a word. This was not their time.

In fact, when Ji Feng and Mu Wanqiu confessed their feelings to each other, the rich woman already had a premonition that death is fair, and she had guessed that this moment would come.

But she just didn't expect that this moment would come so soon.

Watching his parents' heads gradually covered with snow, Mu Wanqiu didn't know how to describe his feelings at the moment:

"Since you love each other, why do you have to be stubborn all day long, not seeing each other, and getting angry at every turn? The time you spend together is so limited, isn't it better to live a good life?"

Listening to Mu Wanqiu's voice, Ji Feng frowned.

Things had developed to this point, and he was somewhat worried about Mu Wanqiu's current mental state.

However, the little rich woman didn't seem to care about Ji Feng's expression. She just looked at her parents in the distance and continued talking to herself:

"Now that the person is dead, they have stopped arguing and are sitting together quietly. Haha..."

Ji Feng and Nuan Nuan glanced at each other.

Neither of them knew whether they should interrupt Mu Wanqiu at this time or let her continue to vent.

Seeing that the two did not respond, Mu Wanqiu continued to ask:

"Monsoon, warmth, why is this?"

Ji Feng has always been eloquent, but when it comes to emotional issues, especially a marriage that has lasted for decades, who can explain it clearly?

As a bystander, everyone is a wise man, but those who are involved are always confused!

He had no experience with marriage and he was just a bystander, so he didn't know how to answer this question.

However, the sensitive Wen Xiaonuan immediately sensed Ji Feng's embarrassment and hesitation.

In fact, it's not just Ji Feng who doesn't know the answer to this question either. They haven't gotten married yet, and haven't encountered the problems and conflicts that come with marriage.

Wen Nuan doesn't know whether there will be difficulties and conflicts in the future after marrying Ji Feng, but this does not hinder her feelings.

In fact, when I decided to be with Ji Feng, tolerance and compromise had already begun.

For example, before, she wouldn't let Ji Feng touch her legs in public, but now he can do that, right?

Yes, this is also a compromise.

At this moment, Wen Xiaonuan understood Ji Feng's hesitation, gently held his hand, nodded to him, and had a calm and firm attitude.

"Monsoon, you go ahead and say it."

Her meaning was simple: if there was a problem, let's face it together.

There is no confusion, only courage.

And this bravery also infected Ji Feng.

Old Ji nodded, and after a moment's silence, he slowly responded:

"If it's about relationship issues, I can still respond, but if it's about marriage, I'm sorry, after all, I've never been married.

But I think it is really painful for two stubborn people to be together. Just like someone said, love cannot withstand all difficulties, it just needs to be right for each other. "

"So, mom and dad are not suitable, they are just victims of family interests, right?"

Ji Feng did not respond to this question immediately because he also saw Mu Kui and Shen Ling leaning against each other.

At least at this moment, they are happy.

"I don't know, but seeing how they were leaning against each other, I thought...

They should have reconciled with themselves and each other, and finally been happy.”

Mu Wanqiu nodded, her eyes somewhat inexplicably sad:

"If we can get wet in the snow together one day, we can grow old together in this life, is that what you mean?"

"Probably." Ji Feng's tone was a little unsteady.

"But didn't you say before, Ji Feng, that we all care too much about the ending?

As long as there is a moment of redemption at the end of this story, the injustice and pain of the entire story can be ignored.

For twenty years, we were together less often than we were apart, we looked like we were together but we were not together, and we tortured each other for so many years. These are all facts, so...

If white hair can be replaced by snow, why would there be sad people in the world? "

Ji Feng:……

He didn't expect that Mu Wanqiu would refute him with what he had said before, and he actually felt that what he said did make some sense.

Can the sweetness of this moment at the end erase the pain of the past decades?

Can't be erased.

If all the happiness in the world could be as lasting as sadness, there would be less pain and sadness in the world.

Just as Mu Wanqiu said.

If white hair can be replaced by snow, why would there be sad people in the world?

"Sorry, Mu Wanqiu."

"Monsoon, my mother is just like you. She always calls me by my full name."

"Eh?" Ji Feng was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Mu Wanqiu meant by what she said to him.

Mu Wanqiu had no intention of explaining.

Under Ji Feng's puzzled gaze, she walked away, towards the white snow, and towards her parents.

Ji Feng's lips moved but he said nothing.

The ending was what Shen Ling expected, and now it's pretty good.

Wen Nuan, who was standing by, sensed that Ji Feng's mood was fluctuating, so she held Ji Feng's hand tightly:

"Monsoon, should we go and help?"

"No." Ji Feng was silent for a long time before answering.

"Don't go?"

"Well, let's go. I think...she probably doesn't want to see me now."

"Ah."

Wen Nuan nodded thoughtfully and followed Ji Feng.

In fact, Wen Nuan has always been wary of Mu Wanqiu.

Given her personality and possessiveness, she could not accept having another woman standing next to Ji Feng. She could be unconditionally good to Ji Feng, but some things were her bottom line.

After this incident, even Wen Nuan couldn't help but sigh.

There are many regrets in this world. If a broken mirror can be mended, it must be because it is not broken.

This is probably what it means when people say a broken mirror cannot be mended.

The relationship between Ji Feng and Mu Wanqiu finally began to crack.

"Monsoon, will we still be friends in the future?"

Ji Feng knew what Wen Nuan meant, but he didn't know what Mu Wan Qiu was thinking, so he could only answer on his own behalf...

"Here I am."

Snowflakes also piled up on their heads. Warmth swept away the snowflakes on Ji Feng's hair, and he smiled and comforted his lover:

"Monsoon, we are different."

"Hmm? What's the difference?"

"Today we are holding hands in the snow, and we are destined to grow old together in this life."

Ji Feng was stunned for a moment, then understood what Wen Nuan meant. He then gently hugged the girl beside him and held her tight in his arms.

"I'm just a little confused. If the result of something is good, but the process is very painful, even beyond the imagination of the person involved, then is this result good or bad?"

Wen Nuan hugged Ji Feng back and patted his back gently:

"I don't know, I only know that I will never leave..."

In the hospital, Mu Wanqiu stood behind her parents but did not say a word.

Because dad didn't want anyone to disturb him and his mom at this time, Mu Wanqiu had to move away a little to give his father some time alone with his mom.

She looked towards the door again and saw Wen Nuan and Ji Feng leaving.

She also saw Ji Feng's apologetic expression.

At this point, she herself doesn't know how to deal with it.

How to do it?

Can we go back to the days when we first met, laughing and joking, and begging Ji Feng to help me take out the trash?

Can't.

Everyone will grow up, and once you grow up you can never go back to your childhood.

Born in such a family, perhaps she should have grown up long ago.

Mu Wanqiu took out her cell phone, found Ji Feng’s profile picture, typed some words, and deleted some more.

After a long while, she clicked send.

[Monsoon, I have been amazed by your grace and elegance more than once, and impressed by your indifference, ability, and humor.

When I saw the warmth again, I was surprised to realize that in this big world, the one who can fascinate you is not me.

I don’t know when my infatuation with you began and when it ended, but the past before the age of 20 is probably the return of the southern wind in this period of my life.

My mom told me...

Happiness should be the icing on the cake, not a life-saving straw, and Kuafu is not remembered just because he touched the sun.

Each mountain has its own rhythm, and I have my own tones.

Since we are on different paths, I wish us all the best on the paths we have chosen...】

The buttons on the screen were a little wet, some were like melted snowflakes and some were not.

【I'm waiting】

[Chinese: I'm waiting]

[homonym: admiration never stops]

Nickname, mood, tag.

Mu Wanqiu deleted these memories line by line, just like deleting the past.

She changed her online name to her own name.

【Mu Late Autumn】

Probably true maturity means that you still like the things you like, but you are no longer obsessed with owning them.

The things you are afraid of are still scary, but you can face them bravely.

I don’t need any labels, nor do I need to rely on anyone. I’m not a rich woman, nor a little sun.

Mu Wanqiu is Mu Wanqiu, this is the person Mu Wanqiu.

After receiving the text message, Ji Feng turned around and glanced at Mu Wanqiu, but Mu Wanqiu avoided his gaze.

She also gets Monsoon’s text.

[Young people have no radicals, and they themselves are the brilliant chapter. ]

Mu Wanqiu smiled. Perhaps because of her mother's passing, she seemed much more indifferent than she had imagined.

It seemed that at this moment, she had regained her former confidence.

He replied casually:

【Growth has no side, I will be my own light.】

【mutual encouragement.】

【Well, let’s encourage each other. 】

After Ji Feng withdrew his gaze, Mu Wanqiu looked at them again, whether it was the warmth of Ji Feng or the parents snuggling together in front of him.

They all taught Mu Wanqiu a lesson.

If I have you by my side in this life, why would I need to get wet in the snow and turn my hair white...

It's nothing more than love that cannot be obtained.

She walked over to her father and tapped Mu Kui's shoulder gently.

"Dad, call the paramedics over."

"Yeah." Mu Kui nodded.

In fact, they all knew Shen Ling's condition, and the doctor had already informed her before, but Shen Ling's strength exceeded many people's imagination.

Her life was brilliant.

The medical staff's calls for help and their busyness seemed like time stretched out in slow motion in Mu Wanqiu's eyes.

She could hardly hear the voices of the people around her and could only see her calm mother.

The identification of death was uneventful, and Mu Wanqiu received the medical death certificate on the same day. As the daughter-in-law of the second branch of the Mu family, Shen Ling was quickly sent to the funeral home after all the formalities were correct.

"Wanqiu, won't you go back with me?"

Mu Kui was a little depressed, but he still kept his spirits.

Shen Ling is gone, and as a husband he still has a lot of things to deal with.

"No, Dad, I have other things to do."

"I understand, go and do your work."

After booking the cremation time, Mu Wanqiu did not choose to return to the old house with Mu Kui to preside over the affairs.

Shen Ling left some things for her at Dongyuan.

Mu Wanqiu didn't want anything to happen, so she wanted to go over as soon as possible to see what her mother had left for her.

……

Return to the large flat in Dongyuan where Shen Ling stayed.

Mu Wanqiu pushed open the door, but the words "Mom, I'm back" were suddenly stuck in her throat.

She didn't say anything, just changed her shoes silently and walked in.

Walking into the empty kitchen, there was no longer the smell of my mother’s fried egg rice.

At that time, Shen Ling wanted her to learn how to make fried egg rice so much, perhaps it was because of her illness. Unfortunately, she didn't watch carefully and didn't learn well.

Mu Wanqiu bit her lip, walked to one of the cupboards, opened it, and picked up the small wok that was on top.

I gently touched the cupboard and felt some bulges in the greaseproof paper of the cupboard.

Mu Wanqiu didn't hesitate and tore the greaseproof paper directly. She took out a well-wrapped document bag.

【Open this first! 】

Seeing the words on the document cover, Mu Wanqiu burst out laughing.

After tearing open the envelope, there were only a few words on the letter, but it also came with a lot of documents and two USB flash drives.

[The red USB flash drive contains the company's internal materials, violation records of some personnel, evidence of commercial crimes, records, and all the information is complete, enough for you to control or cleanse these people.

[The blue USB flash drive contains the consumption records of family members, including Mu Qingshan, Mu Xiaoyue, and your aunt Liu Yan’s private life records and black material.

These things are enough for you to not lose in the family confrontation. There is no one left in the previous generation, and there will be no one in your generation who can be your opponent. 】

[Mu Wanqiu, whether to keep these people or purge them depends on your own decision.]

Mu Wanqiu frowned slightly and her fingers slowly tightened.

So, mom had already prepared everything for her...

Mu Wanqiu put down the envelope and picked up the second one.

【Open this later! 】

When Mu Wanqiu tore open the envelope and saw the first sentence, he trembled a little.

[Mu Wanqiu, I hope you can see this letter, is it you? Right? ]

"Mom, it's me..." Mu Wanqiu suddenly choked up.

[In fact, when I knew that I didn’t have much time left, I suddenly stopped being afraid of death.

Regardless of whether you are Mu Wanqiu or not, I should be dead by the time you read this letter. The dead are the greatest. Since I am already dead, please do me a favor. 】

"Okay..." Mu Wanqiu nodded.

[I don’t want my posthumous photo to be in black and white. Mu Wanqiu, please put the most beautiful photo of my mother on it.

Don't wear sackcloth shrouds either. I don't like being so depressed.

If I were to wear anything, I would wear my mother's favorite outfit, that yellow floral winter dress.

When setting up the mourning hall, don't play funeral music, play the songs on my playlist. I always think that my taste is pretty good, but no one knows my taste.

Don’t put wreaths or chrysanthemums. I don’t like chrysanthemums. Just bring the flowers you like, such as roses. 】

"it is good……"

[I have been imprisoned in one place all my life. When I die, please don’t confine me to that little box.

I like freedom and I want to travel around the world, but the burden on me is too heavy, so I have never done so. What a pity!

So, after cremation, scatter my ashes into the sea or into the wind.

In late autumn, if you are not afraid and do not dislike your mother, you can take some of my ashes and make them into a pendant or a bracelet.

That way, wherever you go, it's as if your mother has also been there. 】

[I'm sorry, Mom, you have too many requests. I didn't tell you when she was alive. Please satisfy me after you die.]

Mu Wanqiu curled up in the kitchen, holding the letter paper.

There was no peace in the night, only the echo of sobs.

I felt a lot of pressure writing this chapter, so I'll keep it short.