My Little Mom is the Richest

After getting Mu Xue's answer, Mu Qiu began to look for his father without any scruples. He first came to the Mu family's old house, hoping to see the room where his father lived before, maybe there would be any clues.

No one has lived in my father's room for a long time. Even though there are servants cleaning it regularly, it still lacks a bit of popularity.

There are many kinds of books in the room. It can be seen that my father must have been a learned and talented man back then. The image of an elegant scholar gradually formed in his mind.

He searched carefully, eager to see something like a diary, and finally he found it. However, the diary was locked and he didn't know the password, so he had to try his luck.

The first is my father’s birthday. I tried it, but it was wrong. It would be wrong to lose his own birthday again. Then it was my mother's birthday. He should have thought of it, his father loved his mother so much.

Slowly open the old diary. The diary above was written from the time when I met my mother.

September 1, 1978

Today is the first day of college, and I am walking on the road of reporting alone with great expectations. I have worked hard for three years and finally got admitted to the school of my dreams. Everything is as expected.

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

Nothing special happened after that. I left school after the report. I did not choose to live on campus, after all, it is not as free as living off campus.

September 3, 1978

Today is the official class time, and I found that the very elegant girl was in the same class as me. She was talking to her friends around her, I don’t know what she said, and she looked very happy.

I looked at her and smiled and couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth slightly. It was such a pleasant morning, I thought.

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

September 30, 1978

The National Day is coming soon, and I won't be able to see her for a week, and I feel very unhappy. I may have fallen in love with her, I realized.

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

Don't you believe it? I asked him, and he said that he had already guessed it, and even a fool could see it from my usual behavior. Was I being that obvious? Everyone else has guessed it, so has she guessed it too?

I suddenly felt a little flustered. If she had guessed it but refused to give me any response, was she indirectly rejecting me?

October 1, 1978

Today is the first day of vacation. I miss her so much. It would be great if I could go find her. Why don't you confess your love earlier so that you can see her every day?

I told my friend that I was going to confess my love as soon as possible, but he didn't agree with me very much. He said that it was just a holiday for me to take a closer look at my heart. Maybe I just had a crush on her. If you really fell in love with her, it wouldn't be too late to confess your love after class.

I thought about it, okay!

There was a lot of ink on the exclamation point at the back. My father must have been very confused at that time. . ,,.