Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

Insects cried everywhere at night, and the silver-white moonlight entered the room, reflecting the mottled shadow of the hollow rose carvings on the windows, like a magnificent woodcut engraving painted on the floor, black and white, with blooming branches.

Mu Zi carefully leaned over and touched the walking stick beside the bed.

She sat up slowly, trying not to touch the wound on her thigh, and stood up with the help of crutches.

In fact, she can no longer use crutches, but although the surface of the wound is healed, the flesh inside hasn't grown well. Once she walks around, the muscles involved there will hurt badly.

Mu Zi is afraid of pain, so she insists on using crutches.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, the person sleeping under the bed woke up.

"Where are you going?" Murong Cheng opened his eyes.

"Shhh..." Mu Zi put a finger on her lips and motioned to him in a low voice, "I'm going to the living room downstairs."

Murong Cheng stood up when he heard this, picked her up in silence, and went straight downstairs.

He walked slowly, without making any sound, until he carried Mu Zi to the living room downstairs, he asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do?"

Mu Zi said, "I will burn some paper for Aunt Ruan."

She got used to calling Bai Wei's mother, and asked her to call another woman's mother without opening her mouth.

Murong Cheng was puzzled, "Why get up and burn paper in the middle of the night?"

Having said that, I still helped her take all the remaining paper money ingots, and then carried her out.

Mu Zi burned the paper and Murong Cheng accompanied him.

"Don't stand here..." Mu Zi pointed to the distance, "Go over there and wait."

Murong Cheng was unhappy: "Am I shameless or shameless?"

He has been disgusted by his mother in recent days. He has been very frustrated. Now he is disgusted by Mu Zi again, and Murong Cheng cannot bear it.

Mu Zi couldn't laugh or cry, and stretched out his hand to push him, "Hurry up, I'll talk to Aunt Ruan for a while, I will be embarrassed if you stick here."

Knowing that Mu Zi was shy, Murong Cheng felt a little more balanced.

"Don't take too long," Murong Cheng said, and then walked a little further.

The moon tonight is big and bright, and Yuehui is cold, reminding Mu Zi of the night he died.

She burned a lot of paper money for Ruan Li.

"...I'm really sorry, I'm not your daughter. Mu Zi is no longer alive. Like you, she chose to commit suicide... She did not live well and lives in pain every day... Death may be to her Kind of relief." Mu Zi whispered and murmured, "Bai Wei treats her very well, but they don’t have a mother-daughter relationship. I hope people will have their next life and stop suffering in the next life..."

The flames shone on her face, flickering and dimming, making them gloomy and sad.

She told Ruan Li on and off everything she knew about Mu Zi, even if she knew it, Ruan Li would never hear it.

After burning paper for Ruan Li, she burned another pile of paper money.

This time it was for the original Mu Zi roast.

"...I have all your things well preserved, but the painting on the wall was washed away by me. That's too scary... The man you like accidentally fell to death and died under the window of your room... …Unfortunately, I didn’t know you early, and I don’t know what your wishes are. Otherwise, I should work hard to help you realize your wishes. It seems too late to say this now."

She babbled a lot, until the fire was almost extinguished, and then she said "I'm sorry" very sadly.

Sorry for taking your body.

Sorry, I want to rewrite your life...

Murong Cheng walked over and hugged her, with a mean tone: "Everyone is dead, so what else is there to talk about? If you talk about it for a long time, you may not be able to hear a word."

"You don't understand." Mu Zi said seriously, "Some things are actually told to myself. Only when you say them, you will feel at ease."

If you do something wrong, say a word of apology, as if you can be forgiven in your heart, this may be the hypocrisy of human nature.

Mu Zi leaned his head against Murong Cheng's chest, and thought: So I am quite hypocritical.