The bright moon in the sky illuminates the Mujia Cemetery, and from time to time there is a gust of wind blowing through the cemetery, and the rows of trees in the cemetery shake slightly, making bursts of sharp whistling sounds, which looks very strange in the silent night.

The cemetery is very quiet, only a few frogs chirp one after another, and the breeze echoes in the cemetery for a long time.

Mu Yu has actually been living in the cemetery like the Mu family these days, but the Mu family has not found out. He often silently stared at the sinking man, the mist-eyed Wood Folding Star who was drinking wine.

He didn't know what to think of this sunken man.

After Mu Zhexing came to the cemetery, he rarely stayed with his family, but always accompanied by a tomb, often sitting for several hours without moving.

The tomb is very simple, there are no ornate marble carvings, nor any solemn tombstones, only an earthen bag, which is overgrown with weeds, and a slightly old wooden tablet is erected in front of it, on which are written three words: Zhu Qiuqi.

It is the grave of Kiba's biological mother.

This tomb is completely different from the other dead ancestors of the Mu family around it, it has no solemn appearance, it seems to be hastily piled up, without any decoration, it looks very abrupt in the Mu family's cemetery, as if it is not a part of the Mu family at all.

The Mu family has no money to buy wine for Mu Zhexing to drink, but every day Mu Zhexing will always go out alone, and when he comes back, he will hold the wine jar and pour himself into it, no one knows where he got the money to buy wine, and no one has time to care about him.

After coming back, he sat in front of Zhu Qiuqi's tomb and drank wine, looking at the three words on the wooden tablet in a daze, and slept here at night, three meals a day were sent by Mu Xin, who was the most concerned about the fourth uncle.

Ki Yu doesn't have any feelings for his biological father because there is no intersection between them. Mu Yu often looked at Mu Zhexing like a passerby, and seemed very unfamiliar with this man who should have been close.

In Mu Yu's heart, his father will always be a dead wood evergreen, not this intoxicated wood folding star.

The night breeze rustled through the bushes of the cemetery, and heavy and slow footsteps slowly followed the path.

Mu Tianhe's old figure gradually appeared in Mu Yu's field of vision, his steps were very vicissitudes, and every step on the ground was sad. The Mu family no longer exists, and in just a few days, he has become very old, and he does not have the state of spirit in the past.

He walked over to Kozuki and sat down.

Mu Tianhe stared at Zhu Qiuqi's three words, and some strange looks appeared on his old face. Unlike other tombstones around, Zhu Qiuqi's tombstone only has three words written on it, with no other description or identity.

Mu Yu was lying on the branch of a dense poplar tree not far away, also staring at Zhu Qiuqi's tombstone in a daze.

The three of them just looked at the tombstone, and no one spoke.

Lying in the grave is Mu Yu's mother, who has never met, and sitting in front of the tombstone are Mu Yu's father and grandfather, which is a very strange picture.

Strange, but yet plausible.

For a long time, Mu Tianhe held his hands on the ground and stood up with great difficulty. Mu Yu thought he was leaving, but he suddenly knelt down towards Zhu Qiuqi's tombstone!

That kneeling, even Mu Yu was stunned!

Mu Tianhe actually knelt down to the dead Zhu Qiuqi?

Is that a person who values face more than his life, and actually kneels down to his daughter-in-law who doesn't admit it at all?

Mu Yu looked at the somewhat rickety figure, and suddenly felt that an inexplicable emotion came from the bottom of his heart.

Is that really a stubborn wooden crane?

"Zhexing, it's my father's mistake. Mu Tianhe's face was full of melancholy, "If it weren't for Dad caring too much about his face, you wouldn't be like this." Zhu Qiuqi is a good girl, Dad shouldn't have broken you up for his own face. ”

Mu Tianhe looked up at the moon in the sky and sighed: "Xiao Hao has always admired his brother Mu Yu, but today he told me that he no longer expects Mu Yu to help our Mu family, he wants to rely on himself." Xiao Hao, a child as young as he knows how to give up what he is obsessed with, what else can his father not let go of after living for most of his life?"

Mu Zhexing's body was trembling slightly, he was still staring at his wife's tombstone, and did not turn to look at his father.

Go and see the father he didn't admit at all.

Mu Yu was quietly watching the two people from a distance, staring at the two relatives he didn't admit at all.

Mu Zhexing buried his face in the shadow of the moonlight, no one knew his expression at this moment, the wind blew through the corners of his clothes, and the hunting sound.

Mu Tianhe looked at the moon in the sky and was stunned, his eyes became very cloudy, like a helpless old man silently repenting for his actions.

When he was young, he always wanted to save face, and for the sake of those unnecessary faces, he buried his son's happiness with his own hands, and also broke his son's family of three, and even the grandson who should have called him grandpa didn't know where to go.

It was his grandson after all, but he didn't know if it was a boy or a girl, not even his son. It is a ridiculous sin, because of face, he deprives a child of the right to be embraced and raised by his parents.

He knew that the true god apprentice's name was Mu Yu, and it was very likely that he was his grandson, but his previous self-esteem made him not want to go to this Mu Yu for help at all. Mu Hao was right, he abandoned that child and grandson at the beginning, why should people help him now?

"Everything in the Mu family today is caused by me, because I value face too much and do one wrong thing after another. I apologize to you. I've thought about it, and I'll go to Mr. Yan tomorrow and start as a steward. I can't watch you suffer with me anymore, and I should learn to let go. It's all about staying alive. ”

He understood this, but the Mu family had already perished.

Mu Tianhe stood up slowly, and when he stood up, it seemed to take a lot of his energy, making him even gasp a little.

Mu Yu suddenly realized that Mu Tianhe was already so old.

Mu Tianhe's back was sluggish and old in the moonlight, and the wind from the cemetery blew on him, making his figure look very thin, as if he was about to be blown to the ground in the next moment.

This should have been a hateful old man, but Mu Yu had a strange affection for him in his heart.

Mu Tianhe, who let go of his face, touched Mu Yu's heart a little.

"Qiu Qi's tombstone is too discordant, you can find a time to change Qiu Qi's tombstone! ”

Mu Tianhe's voice was a little hoarse, and then he left with staggering steps, his figure dragging long and long in the moonlight, like a bamboo pole, and gradually disappeared at the end of the path.

He used to recognize Zhu Qiuqi as a daughter-in-law because of his face. Let Zhu Qiuqi be buried in the Mu family's cemetery, and it was only because of a little guilt that Zhu Qiuqi could be buried here. But he didn't allow Zhu Qiuqi's tombstone to have the mark of the Mu family like other dead Mu family members, and only allowed Mu Zhexing to engrave the three words "Zhu Qiuqi".

Therefore, Zhu Qiuqi's grave has always seemed incompatible with the other dead people of the Mu family.

Mu Tianhe suddenly felt that it was time to correct this disharmony and make no more special graves in the entire cemetery.

When Mu Tianhe came, Mu Zhexing was indifferent, until the moment Mu Tianhe knelt down, his body trembled slightly, and when Mu Tianhe said to replace Zhu Qiuqi's tombstone with the style of the Mu family, Mu Zhexing was already in tears.

He knew that his father had finally recognized Zhu Qiuqi's identity, and he had waited for this moment for eighteen years!

Mu Tianhe broke up the husband and wife, and eighteen years ago, Zhu Qiuqi abandoned Mu Yu, who was about to be two years old, and came back alone to find her husband, but she died of depression soon after.

The so-called discordant tombstone has existed for eighteen years, and Mu Tianhe has refused to correct this disharmony for eighteen years, until today!

Mu Zhexing stretched out his hand and gently stroked the three words on the tombstone, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. He seemed to be talking to himself, as if he were talking to a tombstone, and his voice seemed so bleak in the cemetery.

"When I used to drink, you would always come and grab my jar in a rage to keep me from getting drunk. Once I drink, you're always tugging at my ears. But now I've been drinking for twenty years, and you've never snatched my jar again. I've been drunk for twenty years, and you don't come to pluck my ears, why don't you leave me alone?" Mu Zhixing muttered in a low voice.

Two years after Konoori was forced to leave his wife, he got drunk for two years. After Zhu Qiuqi returned, he thought that he would always be able to be with his wife, but Zhu Qiuqi died soon after, and he was drunk again for eighteen years.

He had always imagined that Zhu Qiuqi would come over to take care of him, but the girl who made him beloved had already left.

When she is gone, he can get drunk with impunity, but he can no longer be sober.

But when was he drunk?

"I've always been sober, I've drunk so much since you left, but not once. Because you won't get me drunk. Everyone persuaded me that it was time to wake up, but I had never been drunk, so how could I be sober?" Mu Zhexing had a foolish smile on his face.

I've never been drunk, so how can I be sober?

He didn't dare to get drunk because his wife wouldn't let him get drunk. But he had to drink, because only then would his wife take care of him.

But he waited for so many years, but his wife couldn't control him anymore.

But today he suddenly understood something.

"I'll never touch alcohol again. Mu Zhexing stood up and stroked the three words, "He admitted the two of us, you are now my Mu Zhexing's wife, and you are a member of my Mu family, the Mu family should have the form of the Mu family, and there is no need for this wooden tablet to exist." ”

The wooden tablet in Mu Zhexing's hand suddenly turned into powder and drifted away with the wind. He still refused to forgive Mu Tianhe, and he didn't even want to say it.

"You're waiting for me here. ”

Mu Zhexing took a deep look at his wife's grave, and then rose directly to the sky, left the cemetery, and disappeared into the vast night, not knowing where to go.

He's going to clear his wife's name.

Mu Yu looked at Mu Zhexing's distant back, and then looked at Mu Tianhe's rickety figure as he walked away, and a hurdle in his heart seemed to have passed.

One is an irresponsible father, the other is a grandfather who wants to save face, and he has always wanted to find an answer from these two people, an answer that makes him shoot.

Tonight, he seems to have found it.

"Mu Yu, does Mu Tianhe give you an explanation like this?" asked Long Teng.

Mu Yu didn't answer it, just lay comfortably on the treetops, the branches around him gently rhythmic, swaying happily around his body.

He looked at the bright moon in the sky, and realized that the moon seemed to be exceptionally round tonight.

Confess, what is there to confess?

The bright moon shone in the Mu family's cemetery, dispelling a haze and making the dead cemetery a little more vibrant.

Mu Yu reached out and touched a withered yellow leaf, which should have fallen suddenly began to glow green, so vibrant, celebrating its rebirth in the night breeze.

Mu Yu smiled slightly, he could make the dead leaves have life again, and naturally he could also make a certain extinct family stand up again.

He said that the moment Mu Tianhe put down his face, he was a member of the Mu family.