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[69 Book Bar - www.] "Sister, when did your taste become the same as mom's?" Mu An's eyes were full of doubts.

Mu Xile curled her lips slightly: "No, I just want to try what it feels like when mom tastes it."

When Mu Anyou heard this, she was stunned. Although the two sisters had completely different personalities, they had always been relatively in tune with each other. She pursed her lips and asked tentatively: "Sister, what are you trying to tell me?" Could it be?

About her mother, or her mother and father... She didn't want to think about it anymore.

"An'an, did you know that mom and dad are college classmates?" Mu Xile looked at her and asked.

"I know." Mu Anyou nodded: "It's still the kind of childhood sweethearts who are in love with each other." This is what makes her the most envious. She always feels that her parents met the most right person in the best time.

So no matter how many obstacles they encountered, they never gave up.

Mu Xile shook his head and smiled a bit bitterly: "I always thought so before, but no, mom is not dad's childhood sweetheart."

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I don’t know how long I sat there, but the coffee had already cooled down, most of the guests had left, and the sky outside was illuminated by the neon lights of the night.

Mu Anyou just sat there calmly, her mind constantly echoing with the things that her sister had just told her that she had never known before.

——An'an, these years, there has always been another woman in my father's heart. That woman is Zhan Aofan's mother. She and her father were high school sweethearts. Later, they were admitted to the same university, and their relationship was mostly the same.

Everyone in my grade knows it, including my mother who is in the same department as my father.

The shocking truth and sudden memories are that the world is too small after all. Mu Anyou could never imagine that the loving parents she had seen since childhood were so incompatible with each other, or was it just her mother's wishful thinking? Is this really like this?

No wonder, when she said she wanted to marry Zhan Aofan, her mother objected so strongly that she was so stubborn that she almost lost the calmness she had always been proud of.

——Uncle Zhan's death was due to a quarrel. He accidentally learned that his wife had never loved him in her heart for so many years. His pride and self-esteem made him unable to accept it, so he questioned, admitted, and quarreled. Uncle Zhan became so angry that he died suddenly.

——No one must know the reason for the quarrel except the person involved. An An, I also accidentally heard it from the conversation between my mother and father. There are so many fools in this world, not to mention how smart my mother is. She can understand it with just a guess.

About.

That was the first time in Mu Xile's memory that her mother had quarreled so loudly with her father, so hysterically, without any aura or calmness, but from beginning to end, not a single tear was shed.

That day was the day before Mu Changjian was taken away by the Discipline Inspection Commission.

"Madam, would you like a refill?" the waiter stepped forward and asked politely with a smile.

Mu An calmed down her wandering thoughts, looked at the half cup of cold coffee left, and then looked at the bottom of the cup that her sister sitting across from her had already finished. She opened her lips and spat out to the waiter: "Give me a clear cup."

Coffee, by the way, add a packet of salt powder."

The waiter was obviously very surprised that these two beautiful guests had such special hobbies, but after all, he was used to seeing all kinds of customers, so the surprise was only for a moment. The next moment, he nodded politely and left. After a while, he took the dishes.

Came over with the coffee Mu Anyou ordered.

"Please use it slowly."

"Thanks."

Mu Anyou picked up the coffee cup and imitated her mother and took a sip of the clear coffee. It was very bitter and astringent, and it penetrated the heart and lungs. She even felt nauseous, but she had to hold back and not spit it out.

After tasting it one by one, I poured in the fine salt powder. The strange thing was that it was not as hard to swallow as I imagined. The saltiness of the salt powder neutralized the bitterness and astringency of the clear coffee. Slowly, I tasted it.

The original strong aroma of coffee.

No wonder, after finishing the drink, her sister sighed at her: An An, mom is the one who understands best.

At this moment, Mu Anyou stared intently, looking at the whirlpool of the silver spoon, and murmured in her heart, is this like this? For so many years, the sadness and grievance in her mother's heart has never been inflicted on the two sisters and their father.

, a person silently endures and swallows, just expecting and waiting for the strong fragrance after the bitterness...

Biting her lower lip, Mu An burst into tears, hating the truth, feeling sorry for her mother's grievance, and sad for the fragrance she had not expected for a long time...

At this moment, Mu Changjian's tall image in Mu Anyou's heart suddenly collapsed.

Dad, you owe Mom more than just an apology?

When I was halfway through the meal, my phone rang.

Mu Anyou looked at the caller ID, picked up the call, put it to her ear, and called out softly: "Mom." It was long and soft, with a feeling of distress.

The person on the other end of the phone didn't notice the strange tone of her little daughter's voice, and just asked: "An'an, where are you and your sister now? Mother Zhang has made dinner, why haven't you come back yet?"

"Mom, I have something to do and I have to go back to the company. I'll be home soon. Don't worry." He added at the end to reassure the other person.

I hung up the phone, crossed the street, and planned to take a taxi back across the street.

In City B at night, the traffic flow continued, and Mu Anyou walked slowly through it. From time to time, the sound of vehicle horns mingled in her ears, which made her thoughts suddenly clear, and she subconsciously murmured: "Hui Hui,

Be careful, there's a car coming." He stretched out his hand, intending to hold the little person beside him, but what he felt on his fingertips was the flowing evening breeze and cool breath.

There was a sudden feeling of suffocation in my heart, oh, by the way, that little guy has gone to a very far away place, and it will probably be a long, long time before I can see him again.

Stepping, walking, suddenly thinking, confused expression, blurred vision did not see the red light on the sidewalk.

The harsh sound of brakes, the dazzling car lights, thoughts and memories are fragmented at this moment...

When her consciousness suddenly returned, what Mu Anyou thought about was, would she be able to see her little baby now?

…

Zhan Aofan was suddenly pleasantly surprised while he was intoxicated. He shook off the splitting headache caused by drunkenness and stared blankly at the clock on the wall. It was nine o'clock in the evening.

He got up, walked to the balcony, lit a cigarette, and then seemed to think of something. He put it out again, and held it on his fingertips. The coldness that swept through his body made his body tremble uncontrollably. His chest ached, as if he had been beaten.

What to grab tightly.

I took out the mobile phone in my pocket and tried to dial the number I knew by heart. It trembled a few times but failed to dial.

She said, don’t disturb her life anymore. She said, there is no time limit. She said, goodbye is also a stranger!

Strange road...

Strange road!

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