I regenerated a small bodyguard

It was a small wooden three-storey building, the courtyard door was half open, and a large dark green broad-leaf plant was planted in the middle of the courtyard. The grape racks were already full of fruits, which made the place full of vitality when autumn came.

Everything about the house appeared in front of his eyes, even though Mu Jiashu was mentally prepared, he couldn't help being stunned at this moment: "You built this house... this, this..."

Wei Xun smiled and stroked his short hair: "Does this look familiar?"

Mu Jiashu couldn't speak, just felt as if in a dream, walked a few steps in, Wei Xun opened the door with the key.

Everything about the house appeared in front of his eyes, and he whispered, "My painting?"

According to the basic laws of the world, rich people always like to hang a few famous paintings at home. The reason is probably that people have more spiritual needs when they have a material foundation—for example, regardless of their own Whether you have artistic cells or not, finding something to pretend to be cool is enough to make your body and mind happy.

But the Mu family is different. All the paintings in the old house are by Mu Jiashu, and the one hanging in his own study is called "The Cabin in the Mountain". It was painted by Mu Jiashu when he was in high school. Won first prize at school.

He has always liked to do architectural design. In addition to the pursuit of beauty, this painting also contains some professional design concepts. Mu Jiashu once joked with Wei Xun that it was his ideal residence for retirement in the future, but he really did. Unexpectedly, Wei Xun would really build a house according to a painting.

In this world, few people would take such words seriously.

The house must have taken a long time, it should have been built before his death, but looking at the newness of the furniture and walls, it will probably be completed this year.

It's hard to imagine, after Mu Jiashu's death, what kind of mood Wei Xun had in decorating this place little by little, and built a hut that seemed to only appear in a dream.

He didn't know anything, Wei Xun would never tell him what Wei Xun had done for him.He just silently tried his best to fulfill all wishes for Mu Jiashu and take on everything.

Everyone said he was smart, but Mu Jiashu knew that between the two of them, Wei Xun had been silently waiting for him, waiting for him to look back, waiting for him to learn how to love someone.

Mu Jiashu stroked the delicately textured door frame with his hands, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

Wei Xun tilted his head and kissed his temples, and said in an affectionate tone: "You just guessed that I was going to show you the house, and you deliberately kept silent to make me happy, but today I made up my mind to scare you. Jumped. Hahaha."

His tone was brisk, but he cherishedly wiped off the dew on Mu Jiashu's shoulders with his hands, and led him into the hall.

Mu Jiashu had recovered from the surprise just now. When Wei Xun put his things away, he kept looking up and down the three-story building.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Mu Jiashu tapped the wooden table in the corner of the room with his knuckles, and asked without looking back: "The land you bought, and the house you asked someone to build? Are these furniture also custom-made?"

"Yeah." Wei Xun said, "Take off your coat, it's already covered with cold air."

He grabbed Mu Jiashu's sleeve and tore off his coat, casually threw it on the sofa, and glanced at the table he knocked on: "But I made this one myself."

It was a set of retro-style tables and chairs. The three small round chairs were actually thick tree stumps that had been processed and polished. There was a circle of bark around the table, which looked rough and luxurious. A silver candlestick.

Mu Jiashu said "Oh", but didn't tell Wei Xun that this was his favorite set of all the furniture.

It is a very delicate feeling to see the things that appear in one's own paintings become tangible reality.

Mu Jiashu said: "When did you make it? It took a long time, right?"

Wei Xun smiled without saying a word, picked up his things to cook, Mu Jiashu rolled up his sleeves, and went to the kitchen to help him.

The two big men were walking around in the kitchen, feeling somewhat strange. Mu Jiashu handed the washed tomato to Wei Xun. They looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

"You look handsome in an apron." Mu Jiashu said, "At first glance, I'm still a little strange."

"At the beginning, my dad sent me to the army, and I was thrown into the navy in the first year. On the ship, I really... how do you say that, a bird can fade out of my mouth, thinking about how to do it every day It's delicious." Wei Xun carefully spread the sauce on the slice of bread with a spoon, "Afterwards, I knew a little bit about everything. I regretted that you weren't there at that time, so I wanted to make it for you...but fortunately If you're not here, I can't bear to let you suffer that."

Mu Jiashu just smiled, didn't answer, and cleaned Wei Xun's new dishes in the cupboard one by one.

Wei Xun is really good at cooking, and he cooked up a lot of things in a short while: "It's getting late, let's just eat something."

He finished loading the trays, and brought everything to the table, and after a quick look, there were quite a few.

Mu Jiashu was absent-minded when he started the fight just now, and didn't pay attention to what Wei Xun was doing. After washing his hands, he sat down at the table and was a little dumbfounded: "You...what are these things?"

He picked up a piece of bread on his right with his chopsticks: "Is the sauce on it the one I thought?"

Wei Xun said: "If you're thinking of an old godmother, then you guessed it right, I've already baked it in the oven. Really, what kind of expression do you have, you don't want to eat bread and rice, try it?"

There was also rice, but this time without asking, Mu Jiashu could also find that a raw egg was beaten on top of the rice, and some sesame seeds and broken seaweed were sprinkled on the egg.

"..."

There are also apple slices dipped in chili salt, so there is no need to mention it.

He tapped the soup pot in front of him with his chopsticks—this is the most pleasing thing on the table at the moment: "What did you get for this dessert?"

Wei Xun: "Milk tea tofu brain."

Mu Jiashu: "...Young Master Wei, I think you are quite reliable, why do you want to go to the kitchen so impulsively today? Tell brother if there is anything you can't think of, why do you embarrass yourself like this. "

"Bah!" Wei Xun was annoyed and funny, "Taste it before hurting me!"

The two of them stood and sat, and the shadow was reflected on the ground by the chandelier. This kind of homely intimacy and warmth seemed to make the air sticky. Wei Xun looked at Mu Jiashu, who was looking up at him halfway, with a sweet feeling in his heart. , trying to pretend to be stern, but the smile in his eyes showed unexpectedly.

Mu Jiashu half teased him and half took it seriously, scooped some rice covered with egg liquid with a spoon, brought it to his mouth and tasted it.

"How about it?"

Wei Xun folded his arms and looked at him. When he saw Mu Jiashu's expression, the corner of his mouth slanted, and he couldn't help showing a somewhat smug smile.

Mu Jiashu: "..." Huh?

It tastes pretty good.

The rice was just out of the pot, and it was still steaming, just enough to boil the egg liquid to a medium-cooked level. Wei Xun should have added some light soy sauce, the taste was fresh and tender, without any fishy smell.

Mu Jiashu had some courage, and tried the legendary milk tea tofu nao. The tofu nao was not stewed, and the combination of bean aroma and milk tea flavor was smooth, sweet and delicious.

Mu Jiashu got up, and politely opened the chair next to him: "Chef Wei, please sit down, my brother is serving today."

Wei Xun raised his eyebrows, sat down on the chair, and said with satisfaction: "Well, you are allowed to eat enough today."

That being said, it was so late after all, and Mu Jiashu himself didn't eat much, so he put down his chopsticks after half a bowl of rice.

Wei Xun said, "Eat more!"

Mu Jiashu said: "I can't eat anymore."

Wei Xun casually gave himself some of the rice in his bowl: "Here, I'll help you eat some, and eat up the rest—there's not much left in total, how can this be done."

Mu Jiashu heaved a sigh of relief, and finished the meal obediently. The two of them cleaned up the dishes on the table together, Wei Xun washed the dishes, and Mu Jiashu cleaned the table and then swept the floor, leaning against the window with nothing to do. Lighted a cigarette against the night.

There was a faint singing sound in the distance, like someone's car audio was being amplified, Mu Jiashu listened intently for a while, only a few lines of lyrics drifted over with the wind: "The old fireworks... tonight's neon lights... ... secretly left in my heart..."

He thought it sounded familiar, but he hadn't figured out which song it was. Wei Xun's footsteps came from behind him, and Mu Jiashu didn't turn his head: "Did you finish washing?"

Wei Xun hugged his waist from behind, buried his face on his shoulder, and gently rubbed against him.

Mu Jiashu let him hug her loosely, and smiled softly.

Wei Xun frowned, "Since when did you become so addicted to cigarettes?"

Mu Jiashu turned around in Wei Xun's arms. Behind him was the window sill. The distance between the two of them was very close, almost nose to nose.

Mu Jiashu put one hand in his pocket leisurely, sprayed a puff of smoke on Wei Xun's face, and put the cigarette in his mouth again: "I am a big smoker, do you still want to control me?"

Wei Xun looked at him, turned his head suddenly, bit the side of Mu Jiashu's cigarette with his teeth, snatched the cigarette out of his mouth, turned around and spit it out on the ground, stamped it out with his feet.

This action was a little sexual, Mu Jiashu didn't dodge, the smoke was gone, he chuckled lightly, and it tickled Wei Xun's ears.

Wei Xun kissed his face: "Let's quit smoking together."

"Okay." Mu Jiashu said lazily, indifferently, "Third brother, I guess this is much easier for me than you. Why do you suddenly want to quit smoking?"

Wei Xun put his arms around him and thought about it: "I want to live two more years."

Mu Jiashu laughed, "You are really straightforward."

Wei Xun didn't smile, and said seriously: "I don't know if people can see each other again after death, probably not. I want to live a long, long life and see you every day. When we are free, Decorate the house here, plant some flowers and plants, raise a few rabbits...every morning we get up and go to work together, come back to have dinner together after work, and lie on the same bed at night when we sleep, let me tell you, Good night, little tree, I love you."

Mu Jiashu stopped laughing, and listened to him seriously, Wei Xun said again: "I hope to live on like this, even if I live one more day."

"You're right." Mu Jiashu spoke clearly, "Third Brother, I love you too."

Happiness is like waves on the sea, sweeping in and dying in an instant, enveloping people gently and turbulently.Wei Xun slid his hands around Mu Jiashu's waist, and put them on both sides of his hip bones, forcefully brought Mu Jiashu towards him, bowed his head and concentrated on kissing him.

The singing car drove closer and closer along the winding mountain road, and the singing became clearer and clearer. Under Wei Xun's aura, Mu Jiashu suddenly remembered its name, which should be "Wild Wind":

"...Wait for a change of mind, wait for a surge of love, and meet you in another life. Who can be indifferent... If the tide of love is surging, who can calmly let go of love easily. Like the waves Turbulent, like the melting of ice and snow..."

If the emotional tide is surging, who can calm down?

There was a slight pain on his lips, and Wei Xun bit him angrily and amusedly: "You can be distracted by this?"

Mu Jiashu: "Uh...I think, the last time I said that I didn't steal the account book, so it's better to choose another day and go to Mexico tomorrow?"

"I can't wish for it." Wei Xun's voice was slightly hoarse, almost whispering, "But now let's concentrate on doing today's work..."

It's really not easy to concentrate on doing this thing well, it's not hard work, you have to work hard.Mu Jiashu fell asleep until noon the next day. Wei Xun's biological clock had become a habit for many years, but he woke up on time. After kissing Mu Jiashu, he got up and went for a run to make breakfast.

After Mu Jiashu got up, Wei Xun forced him to eat something. He looked at his watch and it was around two o'clock in the afternoon.He opened the company mailbox and sent a few emails, and asked Wei Xun, "Let's go, go home and pick up things to go to Mexico."

Wei Xun saw the black and blue circles under his eyes, and felt a little distressed: "Don't worry, you can rest."

Mu Jiashu knew that he was actually thinking about this matter very much, because he had seen it by accident before, and Wei Xun had already prepared all the documents on his side.

He said with a smile: "Going to Mexico is also for fun. Where is it different to rest? I want to go abroad to relax."

When they got in the car, it was raining lightly outside, and the air was even cooler, but Wei Xun was in a very good mood - Mu Jiashu was playing with his mobile phone, and he could already hear him humming a little song while driving.

Because they planned to take the plane directly for a while, the two went to Wei Xun's house to get their backpacks first. Mu Jiashu stood on the balcony of Wei Xun's bedroom and looked down while Wei Xun was packing up: "Look, those two cars didn't stop either." The garage...my dad seems to be at home, how do I do this?"

Even though there is a saying that good things take time, Wei Xun didn't want to procrastinate any longer, and said decisively, "Climb in along the window."

Mu Jiashu laughed and said: "Are you really waiting for a while longer? If you want me to say, it's better to enter through the main entrance. My house is monitored and you forgot."

Wei Xun chuckled: "I haven't forgotten, I found a slingshot just now, I used it to shoot birds when I was a child, it's no problem to destroy a camera."

Mu Jiashu: "...You actually came from the army? I really think that if there are more people like you, it will affect the stability and harmony of the society."

He forcibly killed the anti-social thoughts of Wei Xun, a whimsical guy, in his infancy, and made him stand by at Wei's house, and went back to the opposite side from the main entrance.

Mu Jiashu gently opened the door with the key and went in, only to find that the nanny was not at home, and the door of Mu Yanrui's study on the first floor was ajar, and there were faint voices coming from inside.

It seems that there are guests.

Although he was a little curious, it was still a matter of business. Mu Jiashu didn't bother to guess who came to the door at this point, so he decided to go to the second floor to get the household registration book first.

The feeling of being a thief in his own home is quite sour. Fortunately, he didn't wear leather shoes, and he walked silently. After quickly flashing past the half-opened study door, Mu Jiashu crept up the stairs like a mole.

There is a room in the house that has been vacant, which is the study used by his mother.

After Meng Ru's death, Mu Yanrui put all the important documents in a drawer in that room. Mu Jiashu opened the door and went in. The layout of the room remained the same as before.

He has seen all the furniture and even its placement for more than [-] years, and they have never changed, not even a dust cover. However, because they are cleaned every day, these things are brand new.

There was even a half-open music score on the table, pressed by a jade paperweight, with the words "Red River Valley" exposed on the title.

The footsteps of time seem to have stopped here, Mu Jiashu behaved very calmly, did not stay too long, and directly opened the drawer to get the things in his hands.

He returned to his room and whistled, Wei Xun immediately came to the balcony, Mu Jiashu raised his hand and threw the household registration book over.

Wei Xun happily snapped his fingers, the rain outside had intensified, and he wiped the water stains on the plastic cover of the account book.

Mu Jiashu smiled and said, "Everything is settled, wait for me outside."

Wei Xun agreed, and he went down the stairs in his room again.

When he passed by the door of Mu Yanrui's study room, he still flashed quickly and swayed through the gap. The purpose of Mu Yanrui opening the door was actually to prevent people from eavesdropping outside the door, but he didn't expect this The eldest son is getting better and better with his life, and he actually steals chickens and dogs from his own home.

Not being noticed by his father, Mu Jiashu felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart. He was walking out gently when he suddenly heard his name.

People are usually more sensitive to their own names, so he couldn't help but pause.

It was not Mu Yanrui who spoke, but a woman with a slightly familiar voice: "Xiaoshu Xiaoshu! You know that you are thinking about your eldest son! Could it be that Mu Jiashu is your own, isn't Hao Chang? Mu Yanrui , You’re doing too much favoritism, right?! A dead person..."

With a "snap", something shattered, and there was a sudden silence in the room.

Mu Jiashu's suspicion was aroused, he moved carefully a few times, and leaned his back against the wall next to the study door, and after a while, Mu Yanrui's voice came over: "You've had enough trouble No?"

This was the first time Mu Jiashu heard his father speak to someone in such a cold, even disgusting tone.It's not that Mu Yanrui doesn't have people he hates, but that no matter who he faces, he can usually disguise himself very well - this is exactly the same as his father and son.

The other party obviously paused, but Mu Jiashu now remembered the identity of the woman who spoke—Wen Youlian's mother, Wenhui.

The relationship between these two men...

A chill surged up his chest, and Mu Yanrui had already spoken again: "I warned you before, stay away from Hao Chang, I don't understand what your idea of ​​approaching him is, but those are not important. I I said before, since you don't listen to me, there is no need to contact you in the future - I also don't want to contact you for a long time. Wen Hui, you go, I ask myself that I have done my best to you all these years..."

His voice was cold, and even though he couldn't see his father's expression, Mu Jiashu could feel a strong sense of fatigue. His attitude was obviously very tired of seeing Wen Hui.

Wen Hui was obviously aware of this, and felt very hurt. Her voice was suppressed, but her tone was hurried and angry: "Mu Yanrui, do you still have the nerve to mention the words 'benevolent to the utmost of righteousness' to me? Where did you come from?" I am qualified to say this! When you went to the countryside, if my father hadn’t taken his life to drag you back from the heavy snow, would you have survived to this day? I have been with you for two years without a name, I was the first to know Yours! You are mine, and I will not let anyone take you away! I waited until Meng Ru's death, so don't try to get rid of me!"

Wenhui knew Mu Yanrui and fell in love with him at first sight. She had longed for Mrs. Mu's position. Later, when Mu Yanrui married Meng Ru, Wenhui's background could never be compared with her. exhausted.It's just that she didn't expect that after Meng Ru was exhausted, Mu Yanrui would never marry a wife again.

It's not just Wen Hui, because of his identity, I don't know how many people have sharpened their heads and wanted to enter Mu's house, but Mu Yanrui firmly rejected them - he said he was worried that these people would not treat his children well .

But Wen Hui knew that since Meng Ru's death, Mu Yanrui had not found any woman for so many years. The time has never been closer.

Thinking of this, Wen Hui itched Meng Ru's teeth with hatred, wishing to dig up the grave and flog the corpse.

Mu Jiashu, who was eavesdropping, also captured useful information from their words - the Mu family has a rich family for several generations, and was implicated in sex. At that time, Mu Yanrui was studying in the Soviet Union, but was forced to return to China because of this incident. Go to the countryside to accept transformation.

Although it only took two short years for the Mu family to turn around again, and Mu Yanrui returned to the capital, but that time was enough for him to get to know Wen Hui.

There is actually such a relationship between the two of them, so there is an explanation for Wen Hui's excessive concern for the Mu family...

But why did she approach Haochang? What does she want to do?Since she hated her mother so much, she should also have no kindness towards her brothers.

Mu Jiashu forced himself to abandon those emotions that might affect his rationality, try to look at this matter objectively, and think about the purpose of Wenhui. Suddenly, he saw his mobile phone flickering in his pocket from the corner of his eye. He took it out and saw that it was Wei Xun. Give him a long wait.

Fortunately, Mu Jiashu was a cautious person, and turned the volume to mute before entering the door, so that no one else was disturbed.He hesitated for a while, hung up Wei Xun's phone, and simply replied with two words: "Wait a moment."

In the room, Mu Yanrui spoke again: "I owe you two lives, but all these years since you came to the capital, I have asked for something, and I have never shirked anything I can do. After I got married, I didn't want to I have something to do with you, and I have always kept it polite. Every time you come to me, you tell me that this is the last time you are begging me...but you never do what you say every time. If it wasn't for you to plot against me that time, how could Meng Ru take Haochang to go abroad?"

His voice was very contemptuous: "Wen Hui, I've seen a lot of greedy women like you, don't think I don't know what your intentions are. I don't want to mention those old things again, but Pang Xing was imprisoned by me in the eastern suburbs In the villa, there are also guards day and night, who gave him that ability to run away...Why did you help Pang Xing?"

Two lives?Wen Hui only mentioned it once, why did my father say two lives?

And Pang Xing.Mu Yanrui really knew that he had run away, and she really did it deliberately to hide it from herself.

He was always precocious, and at this moment he already had a faint sense of foreboding, and he didn't want to listen to this conversation anymore, but he couldn't move his feet.

It was as if something had ripped a big hole in my heart, and then the wind like a knife was poured in, it was cold and painful.It's a bit like the feeling of getting sick every time when he was a child, but he had a good heart, and it still hurts like this.

Wen Hui sneered: "What about you? You are investigating the cause of your son's death. Why are you keeping it secret for fear that people will find out? Who are you guarding against? You also treat that kid from the Wei family as a half-son, so you can't be guarding against him, right? .”

Mu Yanrui stood up suddenly: "Shut up!"

He said these two words very coldly, but it didn't stop Wen Hui from saying: "My worries are the same as yours! Aren't you just afraid that your two sons will kill each other?! Killed Mu Jiashu... Hao Chang is our child, we all want to protect Hao Chang, what's wrong with that?"

Mu Jiashu's mind suddenly exploded, as if a thunderbolt had struck directly from his celestial spirit cover, and his breath was stuck in his chest, his eyes turned black, and he almost felt like he had a heart attack again.

It would be a peace of mind if he could pass out at this time, but under such circumstances, his mind was extremely clear, and he was able to stand still in place without making a sound.

If there was a mirror, Mu Jiashu felt that he would not even change his expression at all.

Because he's fucking dead!

I was equally shocked when I heard Mu Yanrui's voice: "What nonsense are you talking about? Are you crazy? What does Haochang have to do with you?"

That is, Mu Haochang has been taken abroad by Meng Ru since he was one year old. What the hell does it have to do with Wenhui? !

Wen Hui said sharply: "Of course it has something to do with me! You still want to play dumb, you have lied to me for so many years and you still want to continue to lie to me..."

Wen Hui's words were confusing, Mu Jiashu listened for a long time, and almost figured it out - it turned out that Wen Hui also gave birth to a child at the same time as Mu Haochang was born. Not long after the child was born, a group of political enemies of the Meng family wanted to kidnap Chief Meng The grandson of Mu Hao planned to attack Mu Hao, but because she saw Mu Yanrui going to Wenhui's place to look after the child, she misunderstood that Wenhui was Mu's wife, Meng Ru, and took her newborn son away, and ended up tearing up the ticket.

It means that Wenhui's child died in Meng Ru's place, so Mu Yanrui said that he "owed two lives".

But for some reason, after so many years, Wenhui suddenly insisted that the person who kidnapped him was not mistaken at all, and had secretly exchanged the real Mu Haochang and her child, so the current Mu Haochang is the Her own flesh and blood.

She was raised by Meng Ru for more than ten years, her own flesh and blood.

If this is true, it is really hard to judge, who is worse, she or Meng Ru.

But with Mu Yanrui's personality, maybe he was kept in the dark?This is so illogical.

It seemed that Mu Yanrui really didn't know about this matter, he was as surprised as Mu Jiashu, and said after a while, "Impossible."

She has always been careful about caring for her son. Wenhui finally revealed the secret she had held back for so long. What she fears most is being denied by others: "I have done a paternity test!"

Mu Yanrui said: "Then you can make another one."

Wenhui: "..."

"Anyway, this matter can never be true!"

Mu Yanrui was sure what he said, and after saying this, he forced himself to hold back his temper and said, "I know how you feel, it must be uncomfortable after so many years, but Haochang really has nothing to do with you, so don't bother me Him. Even if Youlian and Shihe are not your biological children, they were raised by others, and they will be filial to you."

"You nonsense!" Wen Hui suddenly yelled loudly. Although the two of them had been agitated when they were talking, they still remembered to keep their voices down. They were all taken aback.

"Mu Haochang is my son! He is my son!"

Although Mu Jiashu couldn't see Wen Hui's tears streaming down her face, she could still hear the choking in her voice: "It's also your flesh and blood, why do you treat Meng Rusheng as your heart's flesh and blood, and mine, you can't wait for him to die? You despised me for drugging you to have sex with me and left Meng Ru angry, so you also despise this child...What about that little bastard Shen Shu, why do you take him back to fight against my son? Believe it or not Make me so anxious, I'll kill him! Let me tell you, Mu Yanrui, don't try to take my son away, don't even try to bully him! Now he has a mother!"

Mu Yanrui suddenly slapped Wenhui across the face.

This slap interrupted Wenhui's voice.

There was a chaotic sound of table tennis in the room, Mu Yanrui seemed to pull Wenhui up from his seat, he paused every word, every word seemed to be gritted out from between his teeth: "If you dare to touch my son, I will live I peeled your skin. Wenhui, I warn you, no matter it is Xiaoshu or Haochang, stay away from me."

He threw Wen Hui on the ground contemptuously and contemptuously: "Hao Chang has nothing to do with Jia Shu's death, who sent you here to gossip? Put away your tricks, I will never trust you again... ...."

Mu Jiashu's ears rang, and he couldn't hear what Mu Yanrui said, and the two people behind him didn't seem to say anything useful. Wen Hui kept scolding Mu Yanrui for having no conscience, and Mu Yanrui seemed to want to drive her away.

He took two steps back in a trance, like a walking dead, step by step back to the second floor, returned to his room, sat on the bed in a daze, and remembered to walk lightly when he left. Those two people were entangled. He was not found.

Countless thoughts swirled in his mind, but he completely emptied himself. After a while, he suddenly felt as if someone called him, so he got up and walked to the balcony in a daze.

Wei Xun had been waiting for quite a while, and didn't know what happened to Mu Jiashu. He was so worried that he finally met a living person and let out a sigh of relief: "What's wrong with you... Little tree?"

Halfway through the questioning, he already noticed that Mu Jiashu's expression was wrong, and his face was very ugly.

Wei Xun became worried: "What happened?"

Mu Jiashu glanced at him through the waning rain, and said in an unusually calm tone, "Take a break and let me be quiet. I'll come back to you tomorrow."

What are you talking nonsense about?Wei Xun still wanted to ask, but the words turned a corner: "...Damn it!"

After Mu Jiashu finished speaking, he stepped on the window sill, grabbed the tree trunk with his right hand and threw himself forward, then followed the big banyan tree in front of his window and jumped down.

Wei Xun: "..."

It was the first time he saw such a smooth climbing movement in such a big age, Mu Jiashu didn't even seem to know that he was afraid, so he just went down like this, which scared him into a cold sweat, but luckily he didn't fall.

As soon as Mu Jiashu's feet hit the ground, he walked away without looking back. With his back straight, he strode into the rain with big strides, and his clothes were drenched instantly.

Wei Xun stared at his back in a daze for two seconds before reacting, and hurriedly turned around from his own house and went downstairs, chasing after him.

After such a long time, the rain showed no signs of stopping at all. Instead, it fell more and more heavily. The clothes were wet and cold, and sticky to the skin.Mu Jiashu was aimless, only thinking about getting as far away from that place as possible, the wind was whistling in his ears, and the ground was covered with yellow and green leaves.

Strong winds and torrential rain are always the easiest to make the whole world look bleak. The bean-sized raindrops hit the body with crackling, and the body feels chilly. The coolness seems to have been passing through the clothes, penetrating the skin, and penetrating into the bones. , but it also makes people feel a kind of masochistic pleasure.

He wanted to shout out loud, but his voice seemed to be hoarse, and he could only sprint in the rain. In fact, he didn't seem to feel much anger and grievance in his heart.

He was not angry, but felt that there were countless confusion and troubles in his chest, and he needed a way to vent them out.

The whole world was filled with the sound of rain, as if he was the only one in the boundless rain, and the other human beings disappeared. A flash of lightning split the night sky, illuminating half of the sky in an instant, and rumbling thunder rang out.

He suddenly thought of Mu Yanrui, Mu Haochang, Wei Xun, and the words he had just heard, with mixed feelings in his heart, and his pace gradually slowed down.

It would be great if people in this world could be simply divided into "love" and "hate", so that people wouldn't be so overthinking, and wouldn't be so difficult to make a choice.

Mu Jiashu's heart was very chaotic, and he couldn't figure out the innumerable troublesome things. He just wished he could put everything down, forget about everything, and stop thinking about anything.

He felt that he was ridiculous. Everyone said that he was calm and indifferent, or that he was cold and heartless, but in two consecutive lives, when it came to the most important decisions in his life, he had repeatedly acted on his emotions, looked forward and backward, and now he was constantly resolute and reflexive. Affected by it, such a passive situation was finally created.

The brother's calculation, the father's deceit, he was reborn once back, it seems that nothing has changed.

In fact, Mu Jiashu knew that when things became so complicated, many problems were due to his procrastination.In fact, he didn't put too much energy into the so-called investigation of the truth and revenge for himself. He often had to wait until someone came to him before dealing with it, and his attitude was very negative.

But what is the point of being alive again?

The pain before dying in the previous life is indeed hard to forget, but the new life should not be wasted on hatred. In a sense, there is indeed no such person as Mu Jiashu in the world. No matter how important it is, he has a lot to do, and the unhappiness in the past should not be the focus of his life.

What's more, the place where he died was at home, and he was surrounded by family and friends. Maybe Mu Jiashu didn't want to see the results of the investigation, but at this point, it's not that he wants to take the initiative to solve the problem, but that the shadows of the past are entangled endlessly. .

Mu Jiashu couldn't help punching the big tree beside him, and said softly: "Mu Haochang, sometimes I really want to cut your head open to see what you think. "

He talked to himself, as if the tree had really turned into Mu Haochang: "Dad covered it up for you, I was very angry, but in fact, there are many things that no one should be able to hide from me, I should have investigated it a long time ago, but I dare not! Because I just want to escape, and I don't want to think about everything on you. "

"...Did you kill me in your last life? If you wanted me to die, why did you do it?"

As for Mu Haochang... It's not that he doesn't doubt, it's not that he doesn't want to be wary. Of course he knows that the relationship between himself and his brother is not close, and it's not even harmonious since childhood. It's just that he still doesn't want to think about it. It is possible that Mu Hao advocated killing himself.

can you?

Mu Jiashu couldn't judge either.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry my dears, the hand slipped _(:з」∠)_, the point of saving manuscripts became published... please forgive me this time...