The Rebirth of the National Goddess

But at this moment, Mo Zhixuan was lying on her bed, but he rarely fell asleep, and he slept very peacefully.

After sleeping for two hours, Mo Zhixuan slowly opened his eyes.

After waking up, Mo Zhixuan didn't stay too long in the villa, but went to the king.

This is the company that Chu Jin created with all her painstaking efforts. Therefore, even if Mo Zhixuan left the secular world, he never gave up on the king.

The person in charge of the company is still Qin Zhenglin.

In just one year, Qin Zhenglin has developed TheKing into the world's top ten companies. His only regret is that he failed to let Chu Jin see this grand occasion.

Although Mo Zhixuan never told him where Chu Jin had gone, he could feel that Chu Jin's situation would not be very good, otherwise, she would not have shown up for a whole year.

The phone calls are not answered, and QQ and WeChat are never online.

Although the former Chu Jin did not show up for a long time, such problems never occurred.

At least, she replied to QQ and WeChat.

"Mr. Mo, please go upstairs." At this moment, Qin Zhenglin was walking upstairs to meet Mo Zhixuan respectfully.

"Well, what's the situation in the company recently?" Mo Zhixuan asked in a low voice with a slow tone.

With a height of 1.9 meters and long legs, he was more than a head taller than Qin Zhenglin. His imposing manner made the employees of the company look back again and again.

No matter where he goes, Mo Zhixuan will always be the one that attracts everyone's attention.

In fact, the reason why Qin Zhenglin was able to develop the king so well, apart from his personal efforts, was also inseparable from Mo Zhixuan's help.

With the Mo Group under their cover, even if Chu Jin is not around, no one dares to provoke them. of

Qin Zhenglin pressed the button of the elevator one step ahead of Mo Zhixuan, "It's fine, you don't have to worry."

"That's good," Mo Zhixuan nodded slowly, "If there is any accident, you can contact Mo's at any time, and they will help you as soon as possible."

"Well, I know Mr. Mo," Qin Zhenglin continued, "By the way, Mr. Mo, I haven't seen Brother Jin for so long. May I ask... where is she?"

In fact, Qin Zhenglin wanted to ask this question for a long time, but he kept it in his heart and didn't ask it.

Mo Zhixuan glanced at him, and said with a normal expression, "She's at home, you don't have to worry."

At just the right time, the elevator door opened, Qin Zhenglin respectfully stretched out his hand to press the elevator door, letting Mo Zhixuan go out first.

"Okay, I see, then I will wait for her to come back at the king."

In Qin Zhenglin's heart, Chu Jin will always be his elder brother Jin. If Chu Jin never comes back, he will stay in the king all his life and wait for Chu Jin's return.

"Yes," Mo Zhixuan slightly nodded, "She will come back."

The two of them walked into the office while talking.

"Mr. Mo, sit down," Qin Zhenglin pulled out the rotatable boss chair, and stood beside Mo Zhixuan himself.

Mo Zhixuan leaned over to sit at the main seat, picked up the financial statements and planning plans on the table, and looked at them.

Both he and Chu Jin have a common characteristic. They are very serious when looking at these plans, with thin lips tightly pressed, and the right hand holding the pen. If they find something unreasonable, they will correct it immediately.

Moreover, the corrected content is very reasonable and has the finishing touch.

In the past year, Mo Zhixuan would come to the king every two months or so.

In fact, Chu Jin did not formally hand over the king to Mo Zhixuan for management, but the strange thing is that Qin Zhenglin did not resist Mo Zhixuan's leadership. For Mo Zhixuan, Qin Zhenglin was convinced.

About half an hour later, Mo Zhixuan finished correcting all the documents.

Qin Zhenglin pondered his words in his mind, and said hesitantly, "Mr. Mo... tell me, Brother Jin... Is something wrong with her? Why hasn't she come to the company?"

He was still a little worried about Chu Jin.

It has been a year, except for that Weibo post, there is almost no news from Chu Jin.

"No," Mo Zhixuan raised his head from a pile of documents, no expression could be seen in his deep phoenix eyes, "how could something happen to her so powerful? She didn't come to the company because she didn't have time, don't think about it so much , manage the king well, and wait for Ah Jin to come back."

Qin Zhenglin believed in Mo Zhixuan's character, hesitated for a while, and said very firmly, "Okay, I believe in you."

Mo Zhixuan stood up, patted Qin Zhenglin's shoulder, and said in a slow tone, "Keep working hard, maybe...Ah Jin will come with me next time."

Hearing this, Qin Zhenglin's eyes flashed brightly, and he looked up at Mo Zhixuan, "Mr. Mo, are you serious?"

Mo Zhixuan wasn't talking, and the corner of his mouth showed a slight arc, and he turned and left the office immediately.

Qin Zhenglin immediately got up and saw him off.

After leaving the king, Mo Zhixuan put on sunglasses and walked on the bustling street. He deliberately hid his appearance, so not many people noticed him.

The city hasn't changed much from a year ago.

The pace of passers-by is still hurried.

There was music from the shops on either side of the road.

"Wait until the autumn leaves are finally golden, and when the flowers are quietly gray, we will meet in the old place..."

Hearing this familiar voice, Mo Zhixuan subconsciously stopped in his tracks.

Although he didn't know the name of the song, he knew that it was a song sung by Ah Jin's favorite male singer.

Mo Zhixuan had listened to all the singer's albums, but he hadn't heard this song alone.

Come to think of it, this is his new song.

Mo Zhixuan paused for a moment, then continued to walk forward.

On the big screen of a skyscraper, a news is being broadcast, and the young female anchor has a standard but warm smile on her face.

"Today is the fourth anniversary of the writing of Gurengui, the queen of the literary world. In the past four years, Gurengui's first masterpiece has achieved a miracle of selling over 100 billion in the literary world..."

Then there is the picture of the cover of "Flowers Like Brocade", the live broadcast of the signing event that year.

The man on the screen was dressed in white and black trousers, with clear eyebrows, every frown and smile were so eye-catching.

As soon as the screen changed, it switched to the young female anchor.

"Actually, I am also a fan of the old friend's return. The old friend's return has satisfied all my imagination of the goddess. I believe that everyone, like me, has had a period of trough and confusion. During those gloomy days, it was the old friend's return." Words have brought hope and color to my life..."

The hostess spoke slowly, her voice was almost choked, her voice was so contagious that even the passers-by standing below the big screen turned red in their eyes.

Unknowingly, more and more people gathered under the big screen. They didn't speak, but looked up at the big screen intently.

As the news gradually came to an end, the female anchor said in an impassioned voice, "It's the first year that the old man stopped writing. I look forward to the goddess returning to the literary world, going international, and creating greater glories!"

Although Chu Jin has not appeared in front of the public for more than a year, no one has forgotten her.

She is still like a ray of light, illuminating people's way forward.

No matter how long it takes, she still lives in people's hearts.

The crowd at the bottom of the screen still didn't disperse until a piece of news was finished.

Mo Zhixuan walked out of the crowd slowly, and he came to Capital University.

Another graduation season.

The campus was very lively, and there were students wearing academic uniforms everywhere, with youthful and lively smiles on their faces.

Mo Zhixuan walked slowly, in a daze, he saw her figure again among the group of students.

One year ago today, she was also wearing a bachelor's uniform like this group of students, shuttling among the crowd.

It is a very romantic thing to take off the school uniform and wear a wedding dress.

However, Mo Zhixuan never thought that this romantic affair would eventually turn into a desperate one.

If it had been expected that there would be such consequences.

Then, he would not be in a hurry to marry her.

It can be said that the word 'wedding' left a heavy shadow in Mo Zhixuan's heart.

Mo Zhixuan walked slowly on the campus.

In the past, she was always by his side.

But today, he was alone.

Unknowingly, Mo Zhixuan walked near the bulletin board.

Chu Jin's seven-inch photo was still posted on the bulletin board.

Next to the photo is Chu Jin's personal information and the various awards she has won during her four years in college.

Some people even mentioned words on the side.

[After Chu Jin, there is no school belle. 】

There are many students surrounded by the bulletin board.

"Idol!"

"Oh my god! Is this still human? It doesn't matter if he is good-looking, but his literary talents are still so good."

"Sister Chu Jin is simply my goal in life!"

"Do you know? I have liked my old friend's sister since I was a sophomore in high school, because of her I was admitted to Capital University."

"Me too, me too, I also worked hard to get close to Capital University for the sake of the goddess."

"It turns out that my goddess really graduated from Beijing University."

"The passport photos are so beautiful, there is really no one else!"

"Xiaolan, help me take a photo here, and remember to take the photo of the goddess as well." A girl who just graduated from high school handed her mobile phone to her companion.

"Okay," the girl took the phone and posed for a professional photoshoot, "Look at the camera, one, two, three, eggplant."

Chu Jin's popularity in Capital University has never been lowered. Indeed, she has left too many miracles in Capital University.

Although he is a student of the Chinese Department, he has won many awards from the Medical Department.

He is obviously a writer with excellent literary talents, but with his own ability, he established a company and created a miracle in the history of science and technology.

She is obviously a little girl who is ignorant of the world, but she has become a well-known national goddess.

She was obviously a waste of money for 18 years, but she became a master of Jinkou's magic calculation.

...

Mo Zhixuan stood aside, looking at this group of students, the expression in his eyes gradually turned warm.

Until, suddenly, a gentle female voice from behind interrupted his thoughts, "Mr. Mo?"

Mo Zhixuan looked back, looked at the girl in front of him, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Yin... Wu?"

"Yes, it's me," Yin Wu nodded, "Mr. Mo, why are you here? Where is Ah Jin? Did she come with you?"

After graduating from university, Yin Wu did not leave, but stayed in school for postgraduate study.

Immediately, she will graduate two.

Mo Zhixuan has a high position and authority, and the two of them have not met a few times, Yin Wu never expected that he could still remember his name.

What Yin Wu didn't know was that as long as it was about Chu Jin, Mo Zhixuan remembered everything very clearly.

Hearing this, Mo Zhixuan said with a normal expression, "Passing by here, come and have a look, Ah Jin didn't come with me."

"Oh," Yin Wu nodded thoughtfully, and then asked, "I haven't seen Ah Jin for a long time, how is she doing recently?"

Mo Zhixuan said concisely, "Very good."

"That's good," Yin Wu continued, "By the way, Mr. Mo, there is a party in our dormitory at the end of next month. If Ah Jin has time, please help me tell Ah Jin that she must come if she has time. join."

Since graduation, Chu Jin has cut off contact with them, and WeChat and QQ have not been posted.

The four groups of people on WeChat are still lively every night, sharing or complaining about what happened during the day, but Chu Jin is missing.

Chu Jin didn't even post on Weibo.

No one knew where Chu Jin had gone.

"En." Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly.

After saying goodbye to Yin Wu, Mo Zhixuan walked towards Mo's house again.

when passing an intersection.

Mo Zhixuan saw a familiar fortune telling booth.

The stall owner is a very young girl.

About 14-5 years old.

Wearing a ponytail, wearing the school uniform of Nanqiao No. 2 Middle School, full of youth.

She has exquisite facial features, fair skin, and a pair of big eyes that are as agile as a deer. She is very beautiful and eye-catching. She is about 1.6 meters tall, like a two-dimensional girl who came out of a comic book.

This is.

Little loli, Mo Pengpeng.

A few years have passed, and the little Lolita has grown into a symbolic little girl.

"Excuse me, are you Master Chu?" An old man stepped forward and asked.

In the capital, everyone knows Master Chu who is Jinkou's magical fortune teller.

Moreover, Master Chu became famous at this crossroads.

Little Lolita smiled slightly, "Grandma, I'm not Master Chu, but Master Chu is my master, and also my dearest person in this world. If you have any questions, just ask me."

"Okay," the old man said with a smile, "I can rest assured that I am Master Chu's apprentice. I want to ask about the fortune of the house."

"Okay, just wait a moment." After the words fell, the little Lolita began to shuffle the cards quickly.

The deck of tarot cards seemed to have life in her hands, changing various tricks.

Same technique.

Indistinctly, Chu Jin's shadow could be seen from her body.

Little Lolita is commemorating Chu Jin in a special way.

She believed that one day Brother Jin would show up here and see such an outstanding her.

She wanted Brother Jin to see that she could be on her own now.

Even if everyone believes that there is no more Chu Jin in the world.

But little Lolita still didn't believe it.

She knew that Brother Jin must still be alive, and Brother Jin must be reluctant to part with such a lovely her.

Mo Zhixuan watched behind the camphor tree for a while, feeling his eyes getting hotter and hotter, and finally left here.

Almost everywhere he went, he could see Chu Jin's shadow.

Mo family.

It was Mo Zhixuan who was received by the old housekeeper.

This was the first time Mo Zhixuan stepped into Mo's house in the past year.

before.

He always has no courage to come here.

Because Chu Jin was buried here.

The old housekeeper was very excited when he saw Mo Zhixuan's return, "Master Ninth, you are back."

"Uncle Wang." Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly.

Uncle Wang welcomed Mo Zhixuan into the room with a smile, "Ninth Young Master, how are the old lady, Mrs. Tong, and miss?"

Mo Zhixuan took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, "They are all very well, don't worry, Uncle Wang."

Since Chu Jin left, Mo Zhixuan's addiction to smoking seems to have become even greater. Smoking has become his spiritual sustenance.

Only in this way can he numb himself and stop thinking about her.

"Then..." Uncle Wang hesitated, and then asked, "Any news about Mrs. Ninth?"

Uncle Wang knew he shouldn't ask, this would only make Mo Zhixuan more sad.

However, his health was getting worse and worse, and he was afraid that one day he would stretch his legs and miss the good news.

He didn't want to leave with regrets.

"Well, yes," Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly, "Uncle Wang, take good care of yourself. Next time, I will bring Ah Jin back to see you."

"Ninth Young Master!" Uncle Wang looked at Mo Zhixuan excitedly, "What you said is true? There is really news about Ninth Madam."

Mo Zhixuan slowly exhaled a smoke ring, "Really."

Uncle Wang still felt like he was in a dream, a little overwhelmed.

He was happy for Mo Zhixuan, and also for the Mo family.

He knew that Mrs. Nine was so kind, and she and Young Master Nine were a perfect match, and she would not die early.

After chatting with Uncle Wang for a while, Mo Zhixuan came to the back garden.

The solitary grave is still there.

"Tomb of my wife Chu Jin" is engraved on the tombstone.

There was a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone, presumably someone had visited her before him.

Can come to Mo's house quietly.

Apart from Mo Qianjue, there is only Xuanyuan Shangchen.

However, it doesn't matter who came here now.

Mo Zhixuan stood in front of the tombstone, slowly took off his sunglasses, no expression could be seen in his deep phoenix eyes.

Suddenly, Zi Qi's words echoed in his mind, Mo Zhixuan grabbed a shovel from the air, and after bowing in front of the grave, he began to shovel away the dirt on the grave one by one.

Mo Zhixuan dug for a long time and dug a deep hole in the ground, but he still couldn't dig out the ice coffin that he personally buried a year ago.

No human bones were found either.

Rather.

The further you dig down, the wetter the soil. If you listen carefully, you can clearly hear the sound of the river rushing.

This is.

Underground river?

Mo Zhixuan frowned slightly, picked up a handful of soil and sniffed lightly at the tip of his nose.

That's right.

This is the underground river. From the sound of the river, it is flowing eastward.

The power world is to the east.

Mo Zhixuan has lived here for nearly twenty years, and this is the first time he knows that there is actually a dark river under the old house of the Mo family.

It must have been a coincidence that the ice coffin floated away along the water of the dark river.

At that moment, Mo Zhixuan had already firmly believed in Zi Qi's words.

Since she cannot be found in the secular world, she will definitely appear in the Hundred Flowers Conference.

Thinking of this, Mo Zhixuan jumped up, jumped to the ground, and filled back the soil he had dug out.

With a slight wave of his hand, the grave immediately returned to its original state, as if it had never been dug.

**

supernatural world.

The day of the Hundred Flowers Conference is getting closer and closer, and the streets are getting more and more lively.

These days, the price of flowers is also soaring all the way.

There are also ornamental flowers that can be seen everywhere on the road.

People in the supernatural world are very qualified and have a strong awareness of environmental protection. Even if the flowers in the store are expensive, they will not randomly pick flowers on the roadside.

"Xiao Jinjin, you must not have lunch yet. See what I prepared for you?" Bai Ruyu suddenly walked out from behind Chu Jin, and put the lunch box in her hand on Chu Jin's table.

It was lunch time, and no one came to divination, so Chu Jin was free at the moment.

She was watching TV with her legs crossed.

Crossing one's legs is not an elegant movement, but when done in Chu Jin, it gives people a different kind of beauty, which is pleasing to the eye.

"Do you know that people scare people to death?" Chu Jin looked at Bai Ruyu and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Bai Ruyu touched her face, "How can someone so beautiful scare you to death! Xiao Jinjin, you really know how to joke."

"Hehe." Chu Jin sneered.

Although Bai Ruyu looks pretty good, she definitely can't use the word "beautiful" to describe him.

Compared with the person deep in his memory, he is still far behind.

Although, Chu Jin has been unable to see clearly the true face of that person deep in his memory.

However, I feel that he should be much prettier than Bai Ruyu.

"Xiao Jinjin, hurry up and eat, look at the meals I prepared for you." After speaking, Bai Ruyu lifted the lid of the lunch box, and immediately, a tantalizing smell wafted out of the lunch box.

Xiao Hui stood up excitedly from the ground.

It's so delicious.

"Thank you, but take it back," Chu Jin raised her eyes lightly, and said in a flat tone, "I've already eaten."

Chu Jin still understands the truth that if you don't have anything to do, you can either rape or steal.

Those were the meals that Bai Ruyu cooked with her own hands.

It means too much.

She simply can't accept it.

Although Chu Jin has lost her memory, she is not stupid. She knows that the purpose of a man taking the initiative to give a woman something is not as simple as wanting to make friends with you.

The countdown is on.

We are going to meet.

Just ask if you are excited or not.