My Little Mom Is The Richest Man

After receiving Mu Xue's answer, Mu Qiu started to find his father without any scruples. He first came to the old house of Mu's family and wanted to go to the room where his father lived. Maybe there would be any clues.

It's been a long time since my father's room has been inhabited. Even though there is a servant who cleans it regularly, it still lacks a bit of popularity.

There are many kinds of books in the room. It can be seen that his father must have been an erudite person back then. He gradually sketched an image of an elegant scholar in his mind.

Looking carefully, eager to see something about the diary, he finally found it. However, the diary was locked, and he didn't know the password, so he could only try his luck.

The first is my father's birthday. I tried it, but it was wrong. It was also wrong to lose his own birthday again. Then it was mother's birthday, and it was opened. He should have thought that his father loves his mother so much.

Slowly opened the old diary. The diary on it was written when I met my mother.

September 1, 1978

Today is the opening day of the university. I walked alone on the road of reporting with anticipation. I worked hard for three years and finally got admitted to the school I dreamed of. Everything was what I had hoped for.

When I signed up, I saw a girl, a very beautiful girl, she was very temperamental. I could tell at a glance in the crowd, and I couldn't help but glance at her a few more times.

Nothing special happened afterwards, and I left school after the report. I did not choose to live on campus, after all, there is no more freedom outside of campus.

September 3, 1978

Today is the official time for class. I discovered that the very temperamental girl was in the same class as me. She and her friends around her were talking, not knowing what she said, and looked very happy.

When I watched her smile, I couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth. It was a pleasant morning, I thought.

When I introduced myself, I paid special attention to her name, Qiu Mo, which is also very nice. When it was my turn to introduce myself, I gave her a look, as if it would make her pay attention to me and remember me.

September 30, 1978

National Day is about to be celebrated. I will not see her for a week, and I feel very unhappy in my heart. I might like her, I realized.

I had never liked a girl before, and I didn't know what to do, so I asked a good friend for help. He didn't look surprised at all when he heard that I liked the girl.

Don't you believe it? I asked him, and he said he had guessed it a long time ago, and as far as I usually behave, fools can see it. Is my performance so obvious? Others have guessed it, so did she guess it too?

I suddenly felt a little flustered. If she guessed it, but refused to give me a response, did she indirectly reject me?

October 1, 1978

Today is the first day of the holiday, I miss her so much, if only I could find her. Why don't you go to confess earlier so that you can see her every day.

I told my friend that I was going to confess earlier, but he didn't agree very much. He said that just taking advantage of the holiday, let me see my heart clearly, maybe I just have a good impression of her. If you really fall in love with her, it's not too late to confess after class.

I thought about it, so good!

There was a lot of ink on the exclamation mark at the back. Presumably my father was also very entangled at that time.

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