Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

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

The light in the study was dim and filled with faint smoke.

Murong Cheng sat on the leather chair, with a cigarette between his fingers, his thin lips pressed tightly, his whole body gloomy and depressed.

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

"How is mom?" he asked.

Mu Zi walked to him, "It's okay. Aunt Qin said that the osmanthus flowers in the garden are blooming well. Mom followed Aunt Qin to pick the osmanthus, and said to make sweet-scented osmanthus, it seemed to be in a good mood."

Murong Cheng heard the words, did not speak, and looked out the window silently.

Outside the window is lush green grass and flat hedges. The hedges are attached to the towering courtyard wall. Outside the courtyard wall is the road and the woods behind the road. Continue to look at the lake behind the woods.

Murong Cheng's gaze fell into that flash of nothingness.

Mu Zi held his arms and leaned on him gently.

Neither of them spoke.

For a long time, Mu Zi asked him aloud: "Do you know what color mommy likes best?"

Murong Cheng looked down at her, wondering why she asked.

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

She raised her head to look at Murong Cheng, and smiled faintly: "Very unfilial, isn't it?"

Murong Cheng's eyes were deep, "Zizi, what do you want to say?"

Mu Zi lowered his head and let out a sigh of relief, "It's nothing... I just feel that there are some things that children can never give."

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

He didn't want to get angry with Mu Zi, and took a deep breath, but the burning pain between his lungs made his reason crack!

Murong Cheng smashed his fist on the cold window sill!

The sound was dull, and blue veins protruded on the back of his hand.

Mu Zi's heart was sour, stretched out his hand to hold the fist, "Don't be like this..."

He breathed hard and trembled slightly, "Anyone can...but it can't be him, it can't be him!"

Mu Zi hugged his hand and said nothing. She was an outsider, and she might not care about it, but Murong Cheng could not care about it.

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

Bai Wei was deceived by Mu Zichuan! Not voluntary!

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

Like the old Master Mu, what kind of power did he have that made Bai Wei love for so many years?

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

The thought of the end is deeply ingrained, Bai Wei dare not have other thoughts at all, who she really loves may only be known when her dusty memory is opened.

Mu Zi hugged Murong Cheng gently.

"Give Mom some time." Mu Zi murmured, "Also give yourself some time... Murong Cheng, we all need time..."

All problems that cannot be solved are given to time.

...

At night, Mu Zi had a strange dream.

She dreamed that Bai Wei was getting old.

It was like a moment of wilting, wrinkles crawling on her face, her eyes were cloudy, her hair was white, and her original girlish body became thin and huddled. Then she closed her eyes and died safely.

Mu Zi was shocked, but the dream did not end, because she herself was getting old.

Time flies, leading everyone to the end of life. The relatives and friends around her die one by one. Xiaoyao is dead, Sisi is dead, and Murongcheng is also dead. It seems that she is the only one left in the world.

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

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