On the sofa, Mu Zao couldn't help but ask Mu Wenhai: "Dad, Qingqing seems to have really changed a lot." ”

"Yes, since the heart transplant, my temperament is completely different from before. I didn't feel comfortable with it at first, but now it's good to see her like this. Mu Wenhai looked at Mu Wanqing's back, with kindness in his eyes.

"Knowing that she's not your daughter, aren't you angry at all?" Mu asked with his head tilted early.

Mu Wenhai shook his head: "It's not her who is wrong, why should I be angry with her?" Besides, I can see why she cares so much about me being good to you. Maybe it's because I feel that I lack fatherly love in my bones. ”

"Isn't that going to rob my father?" Mu was joking early.

"Your dad is so bad, snatch it and snatch it. Anyway, there is such a successful and dazzling Su father. When Mu Wenhai spoke, he was indeed a little helpless.

Mu Zao took his arm, leaned his head on Mu Wenhai's shoulder, and smiled: "But in my heart, you are the most dazzling father." ”

Mu Wenhai's body was stunned, and his eyes were hot. The disgusted pushed Mu away early: "Come less, I wiped honey on my mouth today, right?" Stay away from me, who knows if you have some kind of idea in mind. ”

Seeing him get up from the sofa, his originally strong back had collapsed slightly, and his movements were no longer as swift as before.

Mu Zao was very glad that he didn't really break up with his father. Despite all the unpleasantness that has been had, the fact that blood is thicker than water can never be changed.

After eating, Mu went upstairs again early. I asked for the key to open the door of the storeroom at home, and a puff of dust came from the surface. Mu Zao raised his hand and waved, covering his nose with his other hand, but he still couldn't help coughing a few times.

Mu Wenhai came in after him, and muttered when he saw this: "Find something for your little mother to help you find it, this black miasma is not good for the baby." ”

"It's okay, I just want to see if the things I was a kid are still there." Mu walked into the storage room early.

Mu Wenhai was worried that he would not be able to eat early, so he also came in with him.

"Your stuff is in the box over here." Mu Wenhai opened a cabinet against the wall and took out a cardboard box from it. There was another smaller cardboard box next to it: "This is sunny." ”

Moving the cardboard box outside the storage room, Mu Wenhai asked Lin Rui to bring a towel and dust off it. This allowed Mu to touch early.

Mu Zaozao scratched his head a little embarrassed: "That, Dad, can you help me carry the box to my room." ”

Mu Wenhai didn't say a word, and hunched over and moved the box. It can be seen that this box is a bit laborious, but now there is no servant at home, and only Mu Wenhai has the most strength.

"I'll carry it for you." Mu Zao was a little unbearable.

"Just now you said that I am the best father, and this little thing can still be done." Mu Wenhai took a breath, moved the big box to Mu Zao's room, and put it down.

Mu Zao saw fine beads of sweat on Mu Wenhai's forehead, and she raised a smile: "Dad is awesome." ”

"That's it." Mu Wenhai raised his eyebrows arrogantly: "Then you can tidy it up yourself, I'll go downstairs." ”

It can be seen that Mu Wenhai is even more excited than when he walked just now. It's also funny to think about, I'm almost fifty years old, and sometimes I still look like a child. At some point, we may never be able to truly mature in this lifetime.

Opening the box, Mu Zao looked at the memories in the box that belonged to the past years, and he was a little at a loss for a while. It contains certificates, trophies, and prizes that she has won since she was a child. There are also gifts from classmates. There are youthful love letters written to her by a former little boy, and some philatelic albums, as well as miscellaneous things.

She took out a set of bookmarks from it, she just liked it before, and she didn't throw it away with the textbooks after graduating from college. Now that she remembers all her memories, she understands what this set of bookmarks means to her.

remembered that there was also such a bookmark in Su Yanzhi's box, and she was still curious before, what did Su Yanzhi do with a torn bookmark?

But now, she remembered it completely.

How did that broken bookmark come about, and how bad her attitude towards Su Yanzhi was at that time.

Since recovering her memory for so long, Mu Zao has never dared to really recall the bits and pieces of her and Su Yanzhi. Because it's so unreal, but it's really happening.

Putting down the bookmark, Mu took out an iron box from the box early, and opened it to have a few pieces of paper inside.

Mu Zao took out the top one early and opened it gently. The immature handwriting looks like the third or fourth grade.

It was written crookedly: "Su Yanzhi, I must marry you when I grow up." ”

The corners of Mu Zao's mouth couldn't help but hook, she was really shameless at a young age. Of course she remembered that she handed this horizontal notebook paper to Su Yanzhi, who was already in the fifth grade, and was already a head taller than Mu Zaozao. After reading the content on this piece of paper, Su Yanzhi stood in front of Mu Zaozao, looked at her condescendingly, and poked her forehead with a displeased frown: "If you don't study hard all day, what do you think." The final exam is coming soon, can you get a double hundred? I don't want to marry a. ”

In the past, Su Yanzhi's mouth was really poisonous. It's not like this warm and gentle man now. But he was so cool, but he attracted all the attention of Mu Zao at that time.

Putting down the tin box in his hand, Mu Zao suddenly remembered something. She took the contents of the box out and rummaged through it. After looking for a long time, the surroundings were a little messy with her, but I still didn't find it.

Dejected, he sat on the floor, staring at the things that had been brought out of the box. Suddenly, the corner of a card was revealed in a big notebook not far away.

Mu Zao hurriedly reached over and picked up the notebook.

The card inside fell to the ground, and she picked it up.

The big card is a portrait drawn with a pencil.

When he was in junior high school, Mu Zao signed up for the school's painting class in order to be able to add more points to the high school entrance examination and be admitted to Su Yanzhi's high school. After studying sketching for a while, she secretly painted Su Yanzhi at home with a drawing board all day long.

Most of them have cold faces and frowning brows. Only this one made Mu Zaozao the most satisfied. Because Su Yanzhi in the painting, he hooked the corners of his lips and smiled very sunnyly.

In Mu Zao's opinion at that time, Su Yanzhi estimated that he would never smile so well in his life. It's just that I didn't expect that now that man has become the gentle husband that many women dream of, and I don't know how warm the smile is.

She used to like this boy so much, and she never stopped since her heart sprouted. It's just that she knows that Su Yanzhi is the eldest son of the Su family, and the marriage of the rich family is not so casual, so although Mu Zaozao really likes it very much, and likes it so much that he wants to be his bride, so that he can like it for the rest of his life with peace of mind, he still carefully hides in Tibet. Except for Su Yanzhi himself, no one else knew.

Mu Wenhai didn't know, Lei Qiming didn't know. Even Lei Ruanqin only told her when Mu was in college.

The man she had loved for so many years was now her husband. Such a good thing made Mu go to bed early and couldn't close his mouth happily.

Looking at the man on the big card in his hand, the curvature of the corners of his lips was so similar to the current Su Yanzhi.

Mu put down the card early and picked up a notepad.

This book is not hers, but a diary of my mother back then. Mu Zao had already forgotten where she had found her, but there was a diary on it, which was very, very important for Mu Zaozao.

That diary was written a week before my mother died. It says:

"I found out a little secret today, my baby daughter actually has a boy she likes. Moreover, her dream turned out to be to marry that little boy. She's only eight years old. I remember when I was eight years old, I didn't understand anything. The boy didn't look bubbly, though. Although I also know that children's likes are like playing at home, and they can't last long. But for the first time, I found out that my child had someone I liked, and I was still very excited. I even wondered what kind of man my little princess would marry when she grew up. No matter what, I hope I'm a good mom and I'll support my baby girl. I also hope that she will not forget her dream, even if it is such an unreliable dream as wanting to marry a young boy."

It seems that everything is clear, and in her sleep my mother keeps saying, 'You can't forget, you can't forget early'. It's not that Su Yanzhi's mother killed her mother. But in this diary, what her mother mentioned, let Mu not forget her dreams as soon as possible.

At the age of eight, she already wanted to marry that little boy, such a cute and unreliable dream.

"Mom." Mu Zao's eyes were moist, and he held the notebook in his arms: "I know that you are so kind, you will definitely not hold a grudge." I also understand that as long as I am happy with Yanzhi, you don't care about anything else, even if her mother kills you with her own hands. But ......"

She looked down and looked at the diary in her arms as if she were looking at her own mother.

The voice was helpless: "But I can't find him, obviously I have realized that unreliable dream." But now the dream is shattered. It's been almost a month, and I know that there is a lot of bad luck. All of them are going on with their lives, and Nguyen Nguyen is also getting engaged to the man she loves. But my world is empty. Mom, I miss you so much, and I miss him so much. ”

Mu sobbed in a low voice.

Outside the door, Mu Wanqing's hand rested next to the doorknob and moved it away gently.

She leaned against the wall next to her, her face full of incredulity: what did Mu Zaozao mean by that? Lost in words?