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When I came out of the ward, I saw grandma fidgeting in the corridor, and walked over, "Grandma, let's go."

Grandma looked at the ward behind him and asked cautiously, "Are you all right?"

"Yeah!" Shi Yan nodded and helped her turn around. Grandma hesitated and asked, "When did he come back? Didn't make things difficult for you?"

Shi Yan shook her head, "No. Don't worry."

"Well. After all, First Young Master Mu once helped us, so we should thank him very much."

"I know, grandma, you don't have to worry about it."

The elevator reached the floor, Shi Yan and the others walked into the elevator, Mu Qing suddenly caught up behind and blocked the elevator door, "Shi Yan!"

Shi Yan pressed the elevator door open button, and when he walked in front of him, Mu Qing put the bank card back into Shi Yan's hand, and quickly said: "This, no need. You take it back. I agree with the breakup, and I won't pester you in the future . Please, please take care of yourselves in the future."

With red eyes, Mu Qing backed out of the elevator, and the elevator door closed with a ding.

In the elevator, Shi Yan looked down at the bank card in his hand, there were still some drops of water left by the tears on it, trembling, he wiped off those tiny drops of water with his fingertips, and raised his fingers in a daze to put them away. On the tongue, salty, bitter.

My heart was empty.

Soon, it took more than a month to complete the handover of the Jinghua project.

During this period, they still lived in Jinghua's company dormitory, and Mu Qing didn't move out, but the two respected each other like guests, and even the most basic relationship like sitting down and eating together at the beginning could never be restored.

Tomorrow is Friday, and there is a charity gala tonight that needs to accompany Mu Chunhao to attend. Shi Yan starts to pack her luggage tonight, and decides to move out the next day after the gala.

As usual, Mu Qing was sitting on the sofa in the living room with his laptop in his hand to work.

Recently, he seems to be less busy and can stay in the country for a long time.

Also, European companies have completed acquisitions, and there should be a period of leisure.

Seeing that Shiyan was busy collecting things, packed them into boxes, put down the coffee cup in her hand, and asked, "Can I help?"

In fact, there are not many large pieces of luggage. The main reason is that several large boxes of books are troublesome. Many of them are rare books and cannot be bumped.

"No, thanks."

Anyway, there is still more time, so we can clean up slowly.

However, moving around like this is really too troublesome, or it would be better to go back to live at home in the suburbs in the future. Mu Mu is getting older and needs more company.

While sealing the box with tape, I was thinking about it in my mind.

Suddenly a pair of big hands reached out to help hold the sides of the carton, looked up and saw Mu Qing took the tape in his hand, and said, "I'll help you seal the box, you go and pack the books."

When the tape was taken over, he accidentally touched his hand, Shi Yan let go of his hand as if being scalded, stood up with a whoosh, blushed and said in a panic: "Well, that's troublesome, Mr. Mu. Thank you."

"Yeah." Mu Qing lowered his head and picked up the sealing tape that fell on the ground, and sealed it side by side.

When Shi Yan came to the bookshelf, she looked at the squatting tall silhouette in a daze. In the past month or so, although she lived under the same roof, since the day when she officially broke up, Mu Qing has been sleeping on the sofa in the living room. Unless necessary, neither of the two will initiate a conversation.

The person squatting at the door suddenly looked up, Shi Yan was startled, and hurriedly stepped on his feet to take the books from the bookshelf, who knew that the action was too fast, and all the books on top of his head fell down with a crash, together with the books on top. trinkets.

"Well!"

The top of the head was hit by the spine of the book, and Shi Yan hugged her head and squatted down with a scream. It was a treatise on economics, and the [-]-[-]-page book weighed three to four catties.

The top book fell, and the ones below fell like an avalanche. When Shi Yan raised his head, his eyes went dark, and he felt that he would be crushed to death by these books.

The body was suddenly pulled up and pushed away, and then amidst a clattering sound, all the books on the bookshelf and ceramic and glass ornaments fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Shi Yan stared at the pile of things dumbfounded, just like acting on TV, this is too exaggerated, just accidentally pulled down a few thick books.

"How is it, is there any injury?" Mu Qing anxiously looked at his head and hands, "Does it hurt? Show me!"

Shi Yan shook her head in a daze, "No, it's fine."

It was rare to see him like this, Mu Qing hooked the corners of his mouth, raised a gentle smile, and pulled him aside: "Go and clean up other things, I'll take care of it here."

Touched by his smile, Shi Yan blushed and whispered: "Thank you!" He quickly left the study and went back to the bedroom.

Seeing him leaving in a panic, Mu Qing sighed sadly, knelt down and started to pick up the books. The sealed cartons were smashed several times by the books and had to be resealed.

First pick up the books and pile them aside, then slowly put them in the box.

After taking away a statistics book, I saw a small dark green brocade box exposed underneath. The lid was opened, and the contents inside were scattered out.

He lowered his head and picked it up. There were two pieces of paper and a ring.

The ring was very familiar, and it was just a pair with the necklace on Mu Qing's neck.

As for the two sheets.

One is a marriage note, and the other is a colored post-it note that has faded in color.

Open it and see that there is a poem written on the lottery paper, which reminded Mu Qing of the scene where he went to an ancient temple to ask for marriage lottery together six years ago.

"Drunk in the bosom of the tortoiseshell banquet, what is the king under the hibiscus tent."

This is the marriage lottery that Shi Yan asked for back then.

Mu Qing was not in a hurry to look up the metaphor of this poem, but opened another piece of paper, and the familiar font came into view.

It was the message he left for Shi Yan before he left. I didn't expect him to still keep it by my side after so many years.

I noticed that a line of beautiful lowercase characters was added under the message, "I love you, Mu Qing, you are the only crazy song in my life."

The handwriting does not look as old as those above, as if it was added recently.

"By the way, I have some—" There were panicked footsteps at the door, and when I looked up and saw Shi Yan rushing in, seeing the note in his hand, his face turned red at first, and then turned pale, "Mr. Do you have a hobby of looking through other people's personal belongings?"

Mu Qing put away the two pieces of paper and the ring in his hand, put them back into the box and handed them to him, saying, "I dropped it on the ground, and I picked it up."

Shi Yan bit her lip and took it, not daring to look at Mu Qing's face, and quickly turned back to the room.

Mu Qing calmly squatted down and continued to pick up books.

At 10:30 in the evening, several large boxes of books were completely sealed into cardboard boxes, and the clothes and daily necessities in Shiyan's room were almost packed. He went to the kitchen to peel two apples, cut them up and put them on the fruit fork for Mu Qing to eat. , as a thank you for his help.

After Mu Qing washed his hands, he sat on the window sill of the study with a plate of fruit and looked at the night sky to eat.

The night is dark, and the apples in my mouth are sour and astringent.

Mu Qing knew that after they separated six years ago, his time, like Shi Yan's, did not flow. They were like stubborn children guarding their innocence and waiting for the moment when they would meet again.

However, the reality is so ruthless, forcing them to leave the pure emotional world, arm themselves, and become vulgar and vulgar.

There was a light knock on the door, Mu Qing turned his head, and saw Shi Yan standing there in pajamas, looking down at the fruit plate in his hand, it was already empty, he didn't know when he finished eating, and he didn't know where it was Sitting on the windowsill for a long time in a daze.

"First Young Master Mu, thank you tonight." Shi Yan looked at him awkwardly and said.

Mu Qing nodded, but didn't get down from the window sill. The night wind was blowing on his face, making him feel cool and comfortable. The hair on the forehead of the man who was like pruning bamboo at the floating door made him look a little illusory under the lights in the night.

"Also, thank you for helping us in the past. That's all, I, I'm going to bed, good night." Embarrassed, Shi Yan quickly ended the perfunctory words like a curtain call speech and left the study.

Mu Qing didn't answer a word from the beginning to the end. After he left, he looked blankly at the empty surroundings and the stacked cardboard boxes on the ground.

Is it over?

Just like the yearning that has been accumulated in my heart for six years, it will finally come to an end, right?

Mu Qing was not sure, even standing under the shower in the bathroom, his mind was still empty, feeling unreal.

After taking a shower, as usual, dry your hair, apply body lotion, rinse your mouth, clean your face, clean the bathroom, turn off the lights, go through the living room, and open the bedroom door.

Shi Yan was already lying down, and there was no light in the room, so Mu Qing came to the bed and lifted the quilt.

The room was full of air-conditioning, Shi Yan stood up with half support, "Eldest Young Master Mu—"

"Shh-"

Mu Qing bullied him and pressed him down, "Don't say anything, Yan Yan, just tonight, don't say anything—"

"Do not--"

His hands were pinned to the top of his head, and his whole body was pressed down. Shi Yan wanted to struggle, but he didn't want to kiss her lips, which were full of salty and bitter tears. Mu Qing hugged him and whimpered softly, "Yan Yan, my Yan Yan— —”

You are leaving me, but I can't even say the words to persuade you to stay.

His hands were released, and Mu Qing hugged him tightly in his arms, knelt on the bed and cried uncontrollably.

They obviously love each other deeply, why can't they come together again?

Shi Yan held Mu Qing's head, raised her head and kissed his eyes and nose tip, her warm and soft lips slid over the corners of her eyes, kissed away the tears that kept pouring out, and then tremblingly kissed Mu Qing's lips, "Mu Qing Qing, don't cry."

Moist lips pressed together, the gentle floral fragrance ups and downs, affectionate and sad.

Between them, it seems that they will miss it after all.

People often say that the family is right, and the family is right, maybe Mu Qing finds someone with the same family background as him, so that he doesn't have to suffer from this kind of distress that is difficult to resolve.

It turns out that in this world, two people really can't come together just because they love each other.

In the darkness, Mu Qing's hot tears fell on his face, making Shiyan shudder, and he wiped away the tears from the corners of Mu Qing's eyes with his fingers, "Mu Qing, I miss you."

Sijun makes people old, and the years are suddenly too late.

Day and night, your name is like a ballad in my heart, echoing from time to time, and I can't help but sing it.

"Yanyan—"

Mu Qing covered the scar on his lower abdomen with his palm, "Yanyan, is it still hurting? Did you bleed a lot?"

Shi Yan sobbed softly in his ear, "You don't want me anymore, you don't even want me anymore, why do you ask these questions?"

"Whether I am in pain or dying, you don't care about it."

"How could I not want you, my beauty. You are my heart and my bones." Mu Qing lamented in a low voice.