know the enemy

Chu Yue and Mu Wencheng stayed until the New Year's Eve, and Mr. Mu even called them to his hometown to celebrate the New Year's Eve.

It can be seen that the old man really likes this grandson. As soon as Mu Wencheng arrived, he dragged his grandson to chat about the housework.Chu Yue was also drawn to talk by various relatives whom she didn't know, and everyone cared about her life in recent years, either genuinely or pretendingly.

Instead, Mu Wenran, who brought them here, was left alone, and was alone, closing his eyes on the sofa to catch up on sleep.

When Mu Xian just got home and saw this scene, he was overjoyed, and he walked up to Mu Wenran and whispered, "Hey, your mother is really back, I thought it was a joke."

Mu Wenran opened his eyes and saw that he didn't have a decent second uncle: "Yes."

"Your brother is back too?"

"Well, in the back room."

"Are you really going to remarry?"

"do not know."

Mu Xian let out a long sigh, and the meaning of gossip was very obvious: "Oh, what do you think?"

Mu Xian is still the same as many years ago, his personality has not changed, and his appearance has not changed much. There is always a smile in his eyes. He always smiles when he encounters everything, and cares about his nephew without any trace.

"I don't have any ideas." The past has passed, and making up for it can only make up for the future, and Mu Wenran has no expectations for the future, and thinks that the present is more important. He has to be optimistic about Lu Jia's homework these few days, otherwise the group will be in a few days I have to stay up all night to make up for it.

Mu Wenran got up and asked Mu Xian, "What about you, when do you plan to get married?"

Mu Xian was choked. He has been urged to get married by Mr. Mu these few years. It's no wonder that he is 38 years old but never married. He shook his head and said with a smile: "You will poke my sore spot."

Mu Zhangcheng was the last to arrive. He and Chu Yue looked at each other with mixed feelings.The relatives helped to smooth things over and asked the two to sit down and eat for a while and have a good chat.

Only then did the old man know that they hadn't met before, he was very dissatisfied, and blamed Mu Zhangcheng: "Don't think about your crappy job all the time, when you get old, don't those companies and money have to be left to the children? You have to worry less, and they will have room to play in the future."

Mu Wencheng twitched the corners of his mouth and rubbed his nose in embarrassment. Mu Wenran was unmoved, and picked up vegetables to eat without being disturbed by his surroundings.

After eating for a while, Chu Yue and Mu Zhangcheng left the table early, saying they were going outside for a walk.After everyone had finished eating and moved away from the table, neither of them came back. Mu Wencheng said to go out to look for it, but was stopped by Mu Xian.

"Wen Ran, you go." Mu Xian winked at Mu Wenran, who needed to communicate with his parents more than Mu Wencheng.

Mu Wencheng understood immediately, stopped and stood still.

The night is bitterly cold, firecrackers are constantly ringing around, and taxis are still driving on the streets. The joy of the festival has nothing to do with people running around.

Mu Wenran found Chu Yue in the small courtyard not far from home. She was sitting in the cold gazebo, and when she saw Mu Wenran coming, she hurriedly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and forced a smile: "Wen Ran, what are you doing?" coming?"

"Come to see you." Mu Wenran looked around, but did not see Mu Zhangcheng, "Where are the others?"

Chu Yue's eyes dodged: "Your father has something to do, so go back first."

Mu Wenran didn't ask further: "It's too cold here, let's go home first."

Chu Yue said: "I heard people tell a lot about your childhood today..."

Mu Wenran didn't think those relatives paid so much attention to him: "Don't believe it too much, it's probably made up."

Chu Yue wiped her face again, and said in silence for a few seconds, "Are you blaming me?"

Mu Wenran looked at his mother: "Why do you ask such a question suddenly?"

Chu Yue smiled wryly: "Mom thought about it for a long time, but never dared to ask. Today I talked with your dad..."

Mu Wenran replied: "It doesn't matter anymore."

There may have been blame before, but it doesn't matter now.

Chu Yue nodded, she wanted to smile, but more tears fell down her face. At this moment, she was much older, and she looked like a mother more than ever before.

There was no love between Chu Yue and Mu Zhangcheng, they got married only because they belonged to each other, and the family members agreed.Even when they had children later, it was Mr. Mu who wanted to have a grandson, so they gave birth to the twins.

The only time she made a decision for herself was when she divorced Mu Zhangcheng and left with her youngest son.She also thought about what to do with the eldest son who was left behind in the Mu family. Whenever the night was quiet, she would cry so hard that her heart ached like being pricked by a needle when she thought of her own child.

But compared to children, she chose freedom after all, and besieged herself in freedom.

She was a failure as a mother.

On the day she left, she even said to Mu Wenran: "Don't blame mom, mom really can't help it, mom can't bring the two of you together..."

Everything is justification.

In this family, no one suffers.

You can leave, but why do you pray for forgiveness and let the people left behind bear your "no way".

Chu Yue knew that she couldn't fill in the blank in those long years, so she might as well just keep silent.

On the way back, Chu Yue said in a relaxed tone as much as possible: "Wen Cheng will start school in a few days, and we should go back."

"Ah."

"You..." Chu Yue still stopped, and when Mu Wenran looked back at her, she said, "Take good care of yourself."

When Mu Wenran returned home, Mu Zhangcheng was in the living room. When he saw him come back and stand up, he stood up for a long time, but in the end he just said: "I'm not at home tomorrow, so you can make a bite for yourself."

Mu Wenran responded lightly.

Chu Yue should come tomorrow, but Mu Zhangcheng was avoiding her.These two people are indeed not suitable. When they don't meet, they can expect to get back together. But when they meet, they can only be defeated by reality.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the first thing Mu Wencheng said when he entered Mu's house was: "I heard you pushed that kid from the Chen family downstairs before? Awesome." Chu Yue pushed him from behind.

Mu Wenran showed no expression: "Who?"

"Chen Yi, he came to the house yesterday, he's a bit hunchbacked."

"When did this happen?"

"I don't know here." Mu Wenran rubbed his neck, "You said it was your birthday, it was several years ago, right? Twelve or thirteen years old?"

Mu Wenran thought for a while, and had a little impression that at his 12th birthday party, a boy did fall down the stairs in front of him, and he did apologize for it.But he didn't push the person, it was the fool who said bad things about him and he bumped into him, so scared that he stepped on the air and fell down.

The reason why I didn't explain it at the time was because I knew that Mu Zhangcheng would never listen.

"No." It was the first time Mu Wenran told the truth about this matter.

Mu Wencheng turned his head and repeated loudly on purpose: "He said he didn't push."

Chu Yue was startled, she lowered her head and went into the kitchen to cover herself, and said to cook dumplings for them.

Mu Wencheng turned his head with a smile, shrugged and said, "Mom insisted on me asking."

Probably what those relatives said to Chu Yue yesterday, she guessed wildly there again, thinking that she was responsible for this kind of thing, and it was her departure that made Mu Wenran like this.

Why bother to ask again.

Since she asked Mu Wencheng to ask, it meant that she believed the words of those relatives and believed that he was the one who pushed them down the stairs.

There was the sound of firing in the kitchen, and Mu Wencheng was sitting in the living room knocking sunflower seeds, not taking his eyes off the TV: "She and Dad got into a fight last night, it seems that it was because of what I said just now."

"Should I push people downstairs?" Mu Wenran said that after so many years, he didn't feel much of it anymore, so he let the flow take its course.

"Well, I don't know exactly what happened, but it's not difficult to guess. They will blame each other." Mu Wencheng bared his teeth and gloated, "Mom said you are less talkative than before, and I am worried that you have a flawed personality. Let her not worry, after all you do have."

Mu Wenran glanced at him.

"It's no use for them to remarry." Mu Wencheng leaned on the sofa and stretched, "It seems that there are some things that need to be discussed in person."

"What about you?" Mu Wenran asked, "Aren't you going to talk to him?"

This "he" naturally refers to Mu Zhangcheng. When Mu Zhangcheng saw his youngest son last night, he only said three words: grow up.

"There's nothing to say." Mu Wencheng sneered, "Isn't he always like that?" After speaking, he quickly put away his expression and said another thing, "It's the second uncle, why is he still single? I thought he was married long ago, and his appearance hasn't changed much, which surprised me."

"I didn't find the right person." Mu Wenran responded casually, "You talk a lot, can you calm down for a while?"

"Ah?" Mu Wencheng pointed to himself, clicked his tongue, and was blocked for a few seconds before replying, "...you have been beaten a lot since you grew up?"

After eating the dumplings, Mu Wenran wanted to go back to the room directly, but was stopped by Chu Yue: "Mom is leaving soon, don't you want to talk to Mom more?"

Mu Wenran didn't care: "What did you say?"

Chu Yue froze, her smile froze on her face.

Mu Wencheng was still eating dumplings, laughing while eating.He finally understood that Mu Wenran's choking was completely unintentional, and it was a sincere question that made it impossible for people to answer.

In the end, Mu Wenran stayed in the living room.

After chatting for a while, the doorbell rang, and Mu Wencheng looked up at the entrance: "Come to pay New Year's greetings?"

Mu Wenran shook his head: "Usually, I would go directly to my hometown."

He went to open the door and saw Lu Jia who was wearing a white padded jacket and black scarf outside the door: "Are you glutinous rice balls?"

"What?" Lu Jia tucked half of his face into the scarf. It's really cold today, and it's already spring, how can it be so cold!

"Sesame stuffed?"

"I don't know." Lu Jia pushed Mu Wenran, "It's too cold, please let me in first."

When Lu Jia entered the door and saw Chu Yue and Mu Wencheng, he immediately called out cleverly: "Happy New Year, Auntie, Happy New Year, Brother..." The hat was pulled back, and Lu Jia turned his head, looking at Mu Wenran suspiciously.

Mu Wenran: "Don't call him."

Mu Wencheng stretched his neck, what do you mean, why are you treating him differently?

Mu Wenran patted Lu Jia on the head: "Sit anywhere."

"No, I'm here to pay New Year's greetings, and I'll be leaving in a while."

"is it?"

Um?isn't it?Luke turned his head in doubt.

"But you didn't say 'Happy Chinese New Year' to me."

"..."

Mu Wenran: "Just kidding, sit down."

No, I think you are serious.

Luke sat down very anxiously, completely forgetting that he was just visiting and had to go home soon.

While Chu Yue was going to get the fruit plate, while Mu Wencheng turned his head to watch TV, he secretly poked Mu Wenran: "Hey, talk to me." He pulled out the red strip in his pocket, "Here you are."

"what?"

"Red envelope."

This time Mu Wenran was speechless.

Lu Jia approached Mu Wenran and whispered in Mu Wenran's ear, "It goes without saying that the Chinese New Year is happy, right? They don't have this, I just give it to you."