Mu Cheng and Ling Yifeng got up and went to the outer room, Mo Wuman said the last sentence and gave Mu Yun an encouraging look, then got up and went out.

In the quiet and elegant room, Wen Ruoyu's suppressed and sad cry came.

Mu Yun stood behind Wen Ruoyu without knowing what to do. Although my mother said that it would be difficult for my mother to accept herself, she didn't want it to be so difficult! It's a difficult choice. Mu Yun's injured eyes, in Wen Ruoyu's mournful voice, were gradually rendered by resentment. It seems that the gossip from childhood to adulthood is violently echoing in my mind at this time. After knowing the truth, countless days and nights of doubts were injured, and they were infinitely magnified at this moment. Last time, I passed by like a stranger, and you can tell from a photo that I am your son, but when we meet, you are so decisive. What are you crying about now? I'm the one who should be crying, right? Mu Yun bent over in pain, suppressing the desire to gush out of his heart.

"At that time, my mother knew about your arrival, and I was very happy as a new mother. Until, without leaving a word, despite the fact that I was about to give birth, he resolutely took all the money and disappeared without a trace. In desperation, I had to ask the older people about their experience in having children. Secretly watching, finally, in the middle of that snowy noon, you were born. I'm useless, the milk can't feed your stomach at all, I have no choice, I can't remember, I brought you there. On the day you were adopted, your biological father died, and the police station asked me to identify the body. Since that day, I have not been able to see you again. I am relieved to know that you are a kind couple who are raising you. Times have changed, I just want to know if you are doing well, and now, knowing that you are good, I just wish you happiness and health for the rest of your life. Wen Ruoyu raised her head, turned around and looked at her son, who had been worried about it for more than 20 years, and said with a relieved smile: "I'm very happy to have your mother." But I can't vain Gu Jia's selfless dedication to you for more than 20 years. Your mother, with you, I am ashamed of it, and with them, I have no place to be ashamed. In the future, it is enough for me to call my aunt. ”

"They don't care, my mother told me when I was eighteen. I've been looking forward to meeting you for many years, and that day Muyang told me that you came to me, but he just wanted to see me from afar. I am not reconciled, standing in front of you, but you ignore me! Why? Why? Mu Yun heard that his mother asked him to call him aunt. Anger cannot be suppressed. I couldn't help but shout angrily.

"I care! They are so kind to me, how can I brazenly deprive them of their sons when you are an adult and famous. ”

Mu Yun was stunned, yes! She is my biological mother, but the family that has raised her for more than 20 years. How innocent are they? I couldn't help but look deeply, at the woman who was slumped on the table like a deflated balloon, at a glance. Kneeling down and kowtowing three times. Thank you for your kindness in giving birth in October.

Thank you again, for my careful planning, so that I can meet such a good family.

Three thanks, don't recognize the grace of meeting. So that I will not be saddled with the name of ingratitude.

Mu Cheng and his wife, who were separated by a door, were moved. Mo Wuman has been worried since he knew that Mu Yun's mother had come to look for him. It's fake to say that you don't get angry, it's like a watermelon that you raised by yourself, and when it finally ripens, others say it's picked up. Although we didn't recognize each other that day, there will be a day. Mo Wuman was ready for pain. But what she heard was that she didn't recognize him. For a while, I was not happy, I just felt uncomfortable. Empathy, how sorry should she be?