Lin Mufan looked at her, laughing self-deprecatingly, his eyes full of sarcasm, and bitterness spread in his heart.

Mu Qingyou suddenly woke up, thinking of what he had just said, looking at Lin Mufan's self-deprecating and injured eyes, Mu Qingyou's heart was as uncomfortable as being pricked by a needle.

With a pale face, Mu Qingyou shook his head, and said anxiously: "No, no, I don't mean to die, I know that Ziwei's death has nothing to do with you, I'm sorry, I shouldn't lose my temper at you, I'm just too uncomfortable, what I said just now, I didn't choose what to say, I'm sorry." ”

Thinking of his attitude during this time, and Lin Mufan's side without regrets, Mu Qingyou realized that what he had just said was too much, and his heart was full of guilt.

Who knows, Lin Mufan actually didn't appreciate it, just looked at her sarcastically, and said: "You're right, Qi Ziwei did die because of me, I said, I don't deny this factor, you think so and it is right, you blame me, I have nothing to say, the curtain is quiet, in your heart, what kind of person am I?" Needless to say, you and I should know each other. ”

Raising his eyes, he looked at Lin Mufan in a panic, with tears in his eyes, staring at him sadly, and opened his mouth several times to explain, but found that he had nothing to say at all, so he could only look at Lin Mufan, who was also uncomfortable, and his heart ached.

Why is this happening?

Mu Qingyou asked herself in her heart, and her tears kept falling like pearls with broken threads.

"I'm giving you a week's time, a week later, don't let me see you half-dead for Qi Ziwei, the curtain is quiet, this is my bottom line." Lin Mufan looked away and demanded strongly.

Only in this way can she come out of Qi Ziwei's grief, and Lin Mufan can't watch her go on so decadently.

It's just that Mu Qingyou couldn't understand Lin Mufan's intentions for his conscience, and after hearing his such a domineering and powerless request, he retorted angrily: "You know that I can't do it, Lin Mufan, how can you be so domineering?" You don't have the right to ask me to remove Ziwei from my heart, Lin Mufan, can't you even tolerate a dead person? ”

"Mu Qingjing, did you know me on the first day? I have always been domineering and possessive, the only measure I can tolerate is this, a week, you can't forget and you must forget for me, I don't mind digging Qi Ziwei's grave, so that he will not be at peace after death, I will do what I say. ”

"You can't be reasoned." Mu Qingyou roared angrily, he actually even said such words as digging a grave, although Mu Qingyou knew that Lin Mufan was making herself irritate, but she was still angry.

Lin Mufan hooked his lips and sneered: "You can try, think about it yourself." ”

Retracting his gaze indifferently, Lin Mufan turned around and was about to go out, but was blocked by Mu Qingyu, looking at her resentful eyes, Lin Mufan's heart ached, but his face was indifferent.

"Lin Mufan, you devil, I want to go home, I don't want to stay with you anymore." Mu Qingyou gritted her teeth, she tried her best to suppress her anger, and put forward a request to go home, in fact, in Mu Qingyou's subconscious, she knew that the two needed time to calm each other down, otherwise the contradictions would only accumulate more and more, so Mu Qingyou made such a request.

Lin Mufan looked at her without blinking, and said expressionlessly: "Whatever you want!" ”

It's good to go back, at least with the company of his parents, he can untie the difficult knot in his heart, so Lin Mufan did not refuse.

On the same day, Mu Qingyou returned to the curtain house, regardless of his parents' worries, returned to the bedroom, and then, Lin Mufan called the curtain mother, asking her to take good care of the curtain Qingyou, and told the curtain mother the truth about the dispute between the two.

Hung up the phone, the mother sighed helplessly, since she knew that her daughter went to Qi Ziwei's wedding that day, the mother thought that there would be this day, Lin Mufan's humble words made the mother very distressed, thinking that her daughter could not accept the news of Qi Ziwei's death for a while, and the mother did not force her, only reassured Lin Mufan, and let Mu Qingyou live in her mother's house.

Seeing that a week had passed, Mu Qingyou had no intention of returning to Lin's house, and Lin Mufan did not come to pick up Mu Qingyou's idea, Mu Mu thought about it, and still called Chen Meiru, and the two discussed each other's thoughts and actions for them, and after summing it up, Mu Mu came to Mu Qingyou's bedroom with a glass of juice.

Seeing the quiet and lonely figure at a glance, the curtain mother felt a burst of pity in her heart, walked to her side, and called softly: "You'er." ”

Mu Qingyou raised his eyes and glanced at the Mu Mu, then looked away and called softly, "Mom." ”

Mu Mu handed the juice to Mu Qingyou's face, she reached out to take it, couldn't help but red eyes, Mu Qingyou knew that her reaction during this time made her parents worry about herself, especially when she returned home, although the two didn't say it explicitly, but Mu Qingyou could also feel their worries.

After pondering for a long time, the Mu Mu looked at her and said slowly: "In your heart, can't you let go of Qi Ziwei's death?" ”

Since Qi Ziwei died, Mu Qingyou has semi-closed herself, which is really worrying, for fear that she won't be able to think about it and do something.

Holding the juice in both hands, Mu Qingyou lowered his eyelids, and said apologetically: "Mom, I'm sorry, I know that I have worried you all this time, and I don't want to do this, but I really can't forget Ziwei's death, I know that I shouldn't blame anyone for Ziwei's death, but Mom, as soon as I close my eyes now, it's my dream on the night of Ziwei's accident, Mom, I'm so painful, so uncomfortable." ”

"Ziwei's eyes were full of hatred, and he questioned one after another, like a sharp knife stabbing at my heart, Mom, if I had been decisive and left with Ziwei, would it have been different?"

Tears slowly slid down her cheeks, falling on the back of Mu Qingyu's hand one by one, and her voice was full of pain.

If she could, she also wanted to give up these thoughts and let herself be freed, but now as soon as she calmed down, her mind was full of Qi Ziwei's figure, she didn't even dare to sleep, she had insomnia all night, afraid of reliving that terrible scene again.

It is precisely because of this that she hopes that her daughter can untie this knot with Lin Mufan, open their hearts to each other, and try to understand each other more deeply.

Sighing softly, the mother pulled the curtain and put her quiet hands in her palms, and said earnestly: "You tell your mother, what are you thinking in your heart now?" ”