Listening to the "noise" that rose and fell, Mu Chujin smiled helplessly, wiped the tears that flowed from the corners of his eyes, and turned around and walked out the door.

The busy back kitchen was crowded with busy people, Mu Chujin staggered to a wooden pillar, leaned on it, closed his eyes, and there was an indissolate sorrow between his eyebrows.

If she can be as busy as they are, busy for life, wouldn't she be able to forget all her worries? If she could be as mediocre as they were, wouldn't she be able to have so many worries less?

"Hello boss!"

"Hello boss!"

The people who passed by one after another kept saying hello to Mu Chujin. Mu Chujin nodded helplessly. When I became the boss, I suddenly felt the boss's shelf.

How nice would it be if she was just the owner of Fengyue Tower?

Thinking like this, Mu Chujin looked at the frivolous flowing clouds in the sky, and his eyes were blue.

He didn't come to her, and she didn't go back?

They might just break it off!

Closing his eyes, the emotions under his eyes are inexplicable.

Wheels - Wheels -

The sound of wheels rolling over the ground, mixed with the intermittent friction of ruts, was a little harsh in Mu Chujian's ears.

When I opened my eyes, there was a man in a coarse numb sweatshirt pulling a row of cars in front of me, the rough rope was tied to the back, leaving a series of slender and rough cuts on the dark back, some of which were dark in color, and it seemed that they should be old wounds, and they were a little older. I don't know if it's an illusion, Mu Chujin felt that some of the wounds were not rope marks, the thick and wide scars could not be sharpened by a slender rope, and they looked more like knife scars.

The man stopped the car, untied the hemp rope from his back, picked up the grain sack on the car and walked to the kitchen, his movements were neat, Hao was not struggling, his steps were steady and vigorous, his tall figure was a little unlined with the heavy sack on his shoulders, and it should be better to carry a gun like that.

Mu Chujin was secretly thinking, his eyes were fixed on the man in the short cloth shirt, and his eyes were full of interest.

"Hey! You're new here, young man! Why haven't I seen you! The aunt who was washing the vegetables in the kitchen asked.

The man smiled shyly, scratched his hair, and said in an inappropriate accent: "Auntie, I'm new, hehe......"

"As soon as I heard you speak, I knew that you were not a local, and I seemed to have heard this accent somewhere......" The aunt put down the dish in her hand, wiped it on her apron, and patted her head, "I remember, your home should be in Qingcheng!" It's close to the frontier! I heard that there is an army of General Murong stationed in Qingcheng, and General Murong is deeply loved in that area! ”

"Uh......" The man was stunned, his dark face suddenly stiffened, he couldn't smile anymore, his eyes seemed to be a little dodgy, and he hesitated for a moment, and the man hurriedly waved his hand and denied: "I'm not from Qingcheng, my hometown is in Seoul." ”

"Oh...... Could it be that the old student is mistaken? But it can't be! Where is my cousin? The aunt shook her head in confusion, lowered her head and washed the dishes, muttering something in her mouth.

Seeing that the aunt no longer asked, the man seemed to be relieved, raised his head, and inadvertently bumped into the suspicious gaze cast by Mu Chujin, and his expression couldn't help but be stunned, and then he didn't know how hot it was, raised his arm and wiped the sweat on his forehead, covering Mu Chujian's gaze.

Watching the rows of cars gradually moving away, the eyes of the rhinestones under the mask slowly narrowed.