"Sister, you're back, go and see our father, he locked himself in the house for a day and didn't eat lunch."

As soon as Mu Bangning returned to the General's Mansion, she heard Mu Shaotian shouting anxiously that his father had locked him in the house, and he should not be called no matter what.

She quickly ran to Mu Zhihang's door and knocked on the door.

Somehow, there was always a bad feeling that my father must be doing something stupid, right?

So is he really so reluctant to marry Yunle?

In her cognition, weren't most men in ancient times women with three wives and four concubines and many concubines?

What's more, Yunle is beautiful and noble, why is his father so repulsive?

Knock knock...

Mu Bangning knocked on Mu Zhihang's door.

But no one answered.

"Dad, it's me, I'm here to bring you some porridge, this is the chef's mother who stayed up all afternoon, it's very fragrant!" Mu Bangning said with a smile.

My father used to like the bird's nest porridge boiled by the chef the most, but at this time, no one in the house answered.

Mu Shaotian on the side was anxious: "Sister, otherwise knock the door open!" ”

He had never seen his father like this, and he was really afraid that something would happen to him.

Mu Bangning saw that the situation didn't seem to be good, so she nodded and agreed.

Since the father didn't open the door, they had to crash open, and as children, although it was rude to do so, they couldn't care so much about it now.

"Sister, stay away, don't get hurt." Mu Shaotian said, rolled up his sleeves and made a door slamming motion.

When Mu Bangning stood aside, he rushed directly and slammed the door open with three clicks and two clicks.

The father's house was very dim, and Mu Shaoqing lit the candle in the dark.

The layout of this room is very simple, the bed, the table, the wardrobe, except for the usual necessities, there are no other superfluous things.

Not even the ornaments that decorate the room were visible, the color was very dull, and the whole room was full of gray.

During the day, the sun was shining, but at night this feeling of loneliness was too depressing.

"Daddy?" Mu Bangning tried to call out to the man sitting in the corner.

At this time, he was holding a wine jug in one hand, and he was still holding a spiritual seat in his arms, looking very haggard, and he didn't need to guess whose spiritual position he was holding.

"Dad, it's cold underground, get up and drink porridge!" Mu Bangning put the bird's nest porridge on the table, and stepped forward with Mu Shaoqing, ready to pull Mu Zhihang, but he couldn't pull it.

In fact, they knew that if their father didn't remember, it would be useless for anyone to pull it.

So, Mu Bangning also sat on the ground together, looked at her father's empty eyes, and said: "Dad, mother, she loves you, so she doesn't want to see you so depressed, she hopes that you can be happy, and I hope you can live happily." ”

She remembered that there was such a sentence in the Wuwen thing: The deceased is gone, the living are like this, and it is good for the people around her!

She hoped that her father would do the same, and look forward.

Not to let him forget, but to learn to let go, the deceased will always be in the deepest part of his heart.

Listening to Mu Bangning's words, Mu Zhihang's eyes moved slightly, and he frowned and cried.

"I'm sorry for your mother, I couldn't be by her side when she was alive, I couldn't come back to see her for the last time when she died, and I had to marry someone else again after she died."

He loves her so much, but he gave up on her for the sake of the people of the country.

Many times even he can't tell himself, whether this is love, or a debt to her that he can't forget, if he can do it all over again, he doesn't want to be a general, he doesn't want to be a good minister, he just wants to be a good husband and father.