hand, suddenly grabbed hard.

The hand that grabbed her, emaciated, the back of the hand was bruised, and upward, the old man's lips trembled, his eyes were slightly red, and he seemed to be trying his best to restrain something.

The heart trembled violently.

It's stuffy.

Mu Shihuan moved his lips, wanting to comfort, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and it took a long time to squeeze out two words: "Grandpa......"

The voice is extremely hoarse.

When the words fell, she clearly felt that Old Man Mu was holding her hand harder.

It hurt, but she didn't break free.

"Grandpa......" She tried hard to speak, wanted to comfort, but the tears fell first and dripped on the back of the old man's hand.

The discomfort was extremely turbulent, and Mu Shihuan couldn't help but turn his face away suddenly.

Suddenly, the hand was released, and the next second, the dry fingers gently wiped away her tears.

"Don't cry...... Don't cry ......"

Mu Shihuan was stunned.

She turned her head slowly, and saw that Old Man Mu was looking at her very clearly, and his clumsy and comforting appearance made people feel warm and sad, obviously there was still unresolved sorrow in his own eyes.

"Don't cry ......"

Mu Shihuan bit his lip and nodded heavily.

"Good ......," she replied in a hoarse voice.

"Jingzhou ...... ......Seeing that she agreed, Old Man Mu let go of her, and the hand that wiped her tears picked up the photo frame again, touched it gently, and called the name over and over again in his mouth, "Jingzhou ......"

The sourness and discomfort that she had finally suppressed surged again, overwhelming her.

Mu Shihuan held back, but still looked at the photo unconsciously, and finally, her eyes fell on the open box.

Other picture frames come into view.

Without exception, it was her father Mu Jingzhou, no matter what posture or scene, he always had a warm smile on his face, giving people warmth like the sun, and people couldn't help but want to get closer.

So good one......

The heart became more and more uncomfortable, as if there was an invisible hand grasping it.

Hurt.

And, unable to breathe.

"He is here to save you, there is not a single bone in his body that has not been broken, and when we find you, he is covered in blood, and he is dead, and you ...... Safe and sound. ”

"Amnesia can erase everything? Leaving aside the pain and living without heart and lungs, unscrupulous? Forget his tragic situation forever? ”

Suddenly, the words Gao Zhiman said when she was in the cemetery clearly appeared in her mind, over and over again, reminding and torturing her.

Unconsciously, Mu Shihuan clenched her fingers, and her nails pinched into her palms to mark the traces of her debut, but she couldn't feel the pain anymore.

In his ears, Old Man Mu's voice always continued-

"Jingzhou ...... Jingzhou ......"

Stiff sideways, Mu Shihuan looked at him.

His eyes were unfocused, murmuring like an unconscious act, and like an instinct of blood relations, over and over again as if he was tired, and the corners of his eyes were moist for some time, and tears were falling drop by drop.

Suddenly, he turned his head.

"Jingzhou ...... Who is it? He opened his mouth and asked blankly.

The picture is extremely poignant.

Mu Shihuan couldn't bear to look at it anymore, she couldn't bear to answer, and she couldn't make a sound.

The boulder that weighed on her heart seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that she could barely bear it and couldn't breathe.

Repression.

Uncomfortable.

"Jingzhou ......"

The wrist was re-grasped, very hard.

……

I looked at the time on my high level, and it was almost an hour.

Not at ease, he stood up and said to Uncle Ming expressionlessly, "I'm sorry, we're going to take my wife back." ”

As he spoke, he was about to go to the basement.

Uncle Ming hurriedly stopped: "No! Miss Shi Huan......"

"Ma'am!"

Uncle Ming turned around and saw Mu Shihuan helping the old man walk slowly.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly approached to pick up the old man: "Miss Shi Huan, let me come to ......"

But I saw that Old Man Mu suddenly looked like a child, stubbornly grabbed Mu Shihuan's hand and didn't let go, not allowing anyone to approach, and even lost his temper and roared: "Go away!" Go away! ”

Uncle Ming was stunned.

"Master......" He looked at Mu Shihuan worriedly again, and when he saw it, he became even more anxious and anxious, "Miss Shihuan, your ......"

"Uncle Ming, has the doctor arrived?" Mu Shihuan interrupted him, glanced at the old man who was holding him tightly, and said in a dumb voice, "Where is Grandpa's room, I'll help him over, and then let the doctor check it." ”

Uncle Ming was sad and uncomfortable: "On the second floor, I'll take Miss Shi Huan up to you." ”

"Hmm."

Mu Shihuan suppressed the discomfort, barely squeezed out a smile, and then carefully helped the old man to the elevator.

Gao Yi wanted to help, but before he stretched out his hand, Old Man Mu glared back, and said angrily: "You are not allowed to touch me!" You're all bad guys! ”

He had no choice but to give up.

Mu Shihuan only felt even more sour.

She helped the old man Mu back to the room, and with the help of Uncle Ming, she helped the old man to the bed, and followed, waiting for the family doctor on the side to come forward to check on him.

Throughout the whole process, Mu Shihuan's wrists were tightly held by him, and the circle he held was already obviously red, but Old Man Mu never let go, like an insecure child.

Several times, Uncle Ming couldn't help but turn his face away.

At the end of the examination, which was not cooperative, the family doctor told the old man that he had a low-grade fever, and that the problem was not big, and that it was good to take medicine, and told him not to be stimulated again, and it was best not to mention the past.

Uncle Ming agreed one by one, and personally sent the family doctor away.

When I came back, I still saw the picture of Old Man Mu holding Mu Shihuan's wrist and not letting go.

He sighed, approached and coaxed patiently: "Master, it's time to sleep, listen to the doctor, sleep well and only then will you have the energy to take care of your garden tomorrow, let's let go of Miss Shi Huan, okay?" ”

Old Man Mu looked at him, but he didn't speak.

"Old man......"

"Don't!" Old Man Mu opened his mouth and said angrily.

Uncle Ming had no choice but to ask Mu Shihuan for help.

Mu Shihuan tried hard to learn Uncle Ming's coaxing: "Grandpa, I'm not leaving, I'm here with you, you sleep, it's okay, I want to ask you for potted flowers, wait for you to wake up and give it to me, okay?" ”

Old Man Mu was stunned: "Flower ......"

Mu Shihuan nodded: "Well, flowers, grandpa I like the flowers you planted." ”

Old Man Mu laughed instantly, and became more and more satisfied like a child: "Okay, okay...... When I wake up, I'll give you a pot of flowers, by the way, little girl, what's your name? ”

It turned out that Grandpa still didn't remember her......

"Shi Huan, grandpa, my name is Shi Huan," Mu Shihuan tried to restrain the sudden surging discomfort, raised a smile and said gently, "Shi Huan, the time of time, the joy of joy." ”

"Shi Huan?"

"Well, Shi Huan."

Old Man Mu smiled.

Mu Shihuan looked at it, only to feel more and more sad and unbearable,

The repression of the rampage filled every corner of her body.

……

Half an hour later, Old Man Mu was finally coaxed to sleep.

Uncle Ming left with Mu Shihuan.

He let out a long sigh and said uncomfortably: "Miss Shi Huan, master...... The second half of the master's life is actually not easy, first the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and then the company was taken away after a lifetime of hard work, he ......"

With mood swings and obvious redness in his eyes, he couldn't stop shedding tears.

"Uncle Ming......" Mu Shihuan took out a tissue and handed it to him.

Uncle Ming took it and tried to laugh and say that he was fine, but the laughter was even more ugly than crying.

"I'll make you smile, Miss Shi Huan," he endured and wiped away his tears, "I'm sorry Miss Shi Huan, these words...... I shouldn't have told you every time that I would make you feel bad, but my lord's situation has ...... lately."

When he opened his mouth again, he choked up: "I'm afraid that the master will suddenly remember your father like today, and run to the basement again...... He can't be stimulated now, I'm afraid......"

A hand hanging down on his side was quietly clenched, a dull pain in his heart spread, Mu Shihuan opened his mouth, comforting and convincing himself: "Grandpa is fine, he will live a long and healthy life." ”

Uncle Ming tried to laugh: "Yes, Miss Shi Huan, you are right, the master must live a long life, the master is such a good person, a good person will be rewarded," after a pause, he said without resentment, "The only one who will be retributed will be the wolf's heart and dog lungs of Mu Sinian!" ”

Mousse Year ......

The eyelashes trembled slightly, and Mu Shihuan's eyes were retracted.

After a few seconds, she asked softly, "Uncle Ming, why...... You think I can take back the company, and now I have amnesia and don't understand anything, take back the company and get the shares back...... How easy is it to say? ”

When the words fell, the silence suddenly spread, and along with it, there was a depressing atmosphere.

Long.

Uncle Ming looked at her and smiled bitterly: "Miss Shi Huan, are you unwilling?" ”

The eyes are facing each other.

His eyes were red and moist, and his eyes were full of uncontrollable sorrow.

Looking at these eyes, Mu Shihuan suddenly thought of the way Old Man Mu looked at him in the basement.

"No,......" she explained, shaking her head, "I ......"

"Miss Shi Huan, this is your responsibility." Uncle Ming interrupted her.

Mu Shihuan's breathing was sluggish.

Uncle Ming sighed uncomfortably: "Miss Shi Huan, I know that it is difficult for you to accept so many things at once, but Miss Shi Huan, what is ...... But if the master is not sick, but if I have a little way, I will never want to affect you, it is really ...... I can't help it. ”

"Uncle Ming, I'm just ......"

"Miss Shi Huan," Uncle Ming took a step back and bowed deeply to her, "I'm sorry." ”

"Uncle Ming!" Mu Shihuan hurriedly helped him up.

Uncle Ming grabbed her arm tightly, and a pair of eyes stared at her for a moment: "Miss Shi Huan, you ...... It doesn't matter if you really don't want to, the young lady said before leaving......"

"Mom is gone?!" Mu Shihuan's pupils shrank heavily.

She's gone......

That's it...... Hate her, so reluctant to see her?

She still has so much to say, and she still wants to talk to her well......

"She'......"

Uncle Ming opened his mouth and took out a letter from his pocket: "Miss Shi Huan, this is a letter left by the young lady for you, you will understand it when you read it." ”

……

Seeing the car slowly leave, Uncle Ming no longer returned to the villa with grief on his face.

A figure appeared in front of him.