Mu Zi went upstairs and went back to the room, but she didn't see Murong Cheng, she thought about it, turned around and went to the study.

The study was dimly lit and filled with a faint smoke.

Murong Cheng sat on a leather chair, holding a cigarette between his fingers, his thin lips pursed, and his whole person was gloomy and depressed.

He saw Mu Zi come in, extinguished the cigarette in his hand, and then opened the window to let in fresh air and dilute the smell of smoke in the house.

"How's Mom?" He asked.

Mu Zi walked up to him, "It's okay, Aunt Qin said that the osmanthus flowers in the garden are blooming well, and my mother followed Aunt Qin to pick osmanthus flowers, saying that she wanted to make osmanthus candy, and she seemed to be in a good mood." ”

When Murong Cheng heard this, he didn't speak, and looked out the window silently.

Outside the window is the green meadow, and the construction of a flat hedge, the hedge is attached to the towering courtyard wall, beyond the courtyard wall is the road, behind the road is the woods, and then continue to look, the lake behind the trees is sparkling.

Murong Cheng's gaze fell on that flicker.

Mu Zi held the crook of his arm and leaned lightly against him.

Neither of them spoke.

After a long time, Mu Zi asked him out loud: "Do you know what color your mother likes the most?" ”

Murong Cheng lowered his eyes and looked at her, puzzled why he asked.

Mu Zi said: "Just now I suddenly realized that my mother always remembers what food I like to eat and what clothes I like to wear, but I don't know anything about her......

She looked up at Murong Cheng and smiled faintly: "It's very unfilial, isn't it?" ”

Murong Cheng's eyes shone deeply, "Zizi, what do you want to say?" ”

Mu Zi lowered her head and exhaled lightly, "It's nothing...... I just feel that there are some things that my children can never give. ”

"Children can't give it...... Mu Zichuan may not be able to give it! Murong Cheng suddenly became furious.

He didn't want to be angry at Mu Zi, so he took a deep breath, but the burning pain in his heart shattered his reason!

Murong Cheng smashed his fist on the cold and hard windowsill!

The sound was dull, and the green tendons on the back of the hand protruded.

Mu Zi's heart was sour, and she reached out to hold the fist, "Don't be like this......"

He was panting and trembling slightly, "Anyone can ...... But it can't be him, it can't be him! ”

Mu Zi held his hand and didn't speak, she was an outsider, maybe she couldn't care, but Murong Cheng couldn't make up for it.

Mu Zichuan is his brother, Bai Wei is his mother, his brother...... And with his mother! There is not only a shameful relationship between them, but also deception and deception that cannot be ignored!

Bai Wei was deceived by Mu Zichuan! Not voluntary!

Even if she has feelings for Mu Zichuan now, who knows if she is in love with Mu Zichuan as a person, or as a husband?

is like the former old man Mu, what kind of power does he have that has made Bai Wei love for so many years?

Is that really love? Or...... Just a habit? A layer of shackles?

From the beginning to the end, Bai Wei didn't dare to have other thoughts, who she loved, maybe only when her dusty memory was opened, she could know.

Mu Zi gently hugged Murong Cheng.

"Give Mom some time." Mu Zi muttered in a low voice, "Give yourself some time too...... Murong Cheng, we all need time ......"

All the problems that cannot be solved are left to time.

……

At night, Mu Zi had a strange dream.

She dreamed that Bai Wei was getting old.

It was like a momentary withering, wrinkles crept up her face, her eyes were cloudy, her hair was white, her originally girlish and delicate body became thin and thin, and then she closed her eyes and died peacefully.

Mu Zi was taken aback, but the dream did not end, because she herself was getting older.

Time flies, leading everyone to the end of life, the relatives and friends around her died one by one, Xiao Yan died, Sisi died, Murong Cheng also died, and she seemed to be the only one left in the world.

She has become a very old old woman, and the extra gift of time has allowed her to live to the end, but she has also been tortured to the end, suffering the pain of parting again and again, and enduring the torment of loneliness.

Mu Zi woke up from her dream with tears on her face.

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