After the top stream rejected me, I wanted to break the mirror and reunite

Jiang Zhuohan made the worst plan, he booked the ticket as soon as he received it, and the earliest one he couldn't get was the next morning.He took advantage of this time to check the escape route around the address, the location of the police station and the phone number, and even sent a message to Yan Huai before boarding the plane, saying that if he didn't contact him in time, he would call the police.

However, he just forgot to check the weather. Before he set off, he was spending autumn. When he got off the plane, he seemed to be back in summer. It was almost noon when he landed, which was the hot time.

He didn't bring any luggage, took off his coat, put on sunglasses and a hat, and headed out of the airport.

The roadside at the airport exit was full of people picking up the plane one after another. He lowered his head and didn't look at anyone, but suddenly he heard someone calling him.

"Senior brother."

Mu Xing ran over immediately when he saw Jiang Zhuohan, but he was too conspicuous, even though only his eyes were covered, there were still several lines of sight looking over him, full of probing.

He rushed to Jiang Zhuohan without squinting, grabbed Jiang Zhuohan's hand and ran out.Both of them have long legs, even if someone realizes "who does this seem to be", it is already too late to catch up.

The co-driver who was stuffed into the car by Mu Xing exhaled Jiang Zhuohan. He took off his sunglasses and hat, and looked at Mu Xing in the driver's seat next to him.

He thought about the worst-case scenario, and it turned out that Mu Xing had nothing to do, and he was able to come to the airport alone, and instantly felt that he was useless.

He was speechless for a while, and finally only asked: "How do you know what time I will arrive?"

Mu Xing started the car and drove out before saying, "I don't know. Mu Zhensheng said you called me and said you would come. I've been waiting here since the earliest flight."

Jiang Zhuohan couldn't help but replied, "Won't you call me and ask me?" Mu Xing drove the car, and after a long drive, he glanced at Jiang Zhuohan from the corner of his eye, "I'm afraid...you won't come."

Jiang Zhuohan was speechless for a while, and after a moment of stupefaction, he asked: "If I don't come, have you been waiting here?"

Mu Xing frowned, just in front of the traffic light, he stopped the car, turned his head to look at Jiang Zhuohan seriously and said, "I'll go find you, I won't wait any longer."

Jiang Zhuohan gave him a "not stupid enough" look in his eyes.

When the red light ended, Mu Xing turned back and continued driving. The two of them remained silent on the road after that, until Mu Xing stopped the car.

When Jiang Zhuohan looked out, it was an old residential area, not like a place where people on the world's richest list would live.

Mu Xing got out of the car first, walked around to the co-driver and opened the door for him, "Here we are, this is my grandpa's house."

grandfather?

Jiang Zhuohan was a little puzzled, the gossip post did not mention Mu Xing's grandfather, he didn't know what grandfather Mu Xing did and why he lived here.

But he didn't ask much, got into the car and climbed up the next stairs with Mu Xing.

The house is a bit old, the stairwell is full of damage, the light is not enough, and the street lights are not on.

Jiang Zhuohan looked around, kicked the pistol accidentally, and rushed forward unexpectedly.Mu walked in front of him, turned around and caught him, but he overreacted a bit and hugged him whole.

At this time, someone from upstairs happened to come downstairs, saw two men hugging each other in the dark stairwell, snorted contemptuously, and missed them and left.

Only then did Mu Xing ask, "How is it? Did you kick your foot?"

He said he wanted to squat down to look at Jiang Zhuohan's feet, but Jiang Zhuohan kicked him away.

"□□It's not as stiff as mine, let's go."

"Oh."

Mu Xing replied obediently, grabbed Jiang Zhuohan's hand naturally, and walked ahead to lead the way.

Jiang Zhuohan looked at the hand held by Mu Xing, but he didn't break free in the end. When he reached the door, Mu Xing touched the key with one hand, but he couldn't find it after a long time. He couldn't help saying, "Let go first!"

Mu Xing seemed to have just remembered that he had two hands. He looked at the hand he was holding on the two floors, let it go reluctantly, took out the key, opened the door, and led Jiang Zhuohan in.

The house is not big, with two bedrooms and one living room. It is an old house of the last century. The living room is small. There is an old wooden sofa and a thick solid wood coffee table, opposite to the TV cabinet.

On the cabinet was still the old-fashioned TV with a "big back of the head". Jiang Zhuohan hadn't seen this kind of TV for many years, so he walked over to touch it curiously.

"This TV may be broken. It has not been turned on for many years."

Mu Xing opened his mouth to explain, and Jiang Zhuohan took the opportunity to ask, "Have you lived here before?"

"Well, I stayed here." Mu Xing replied and skipped the topic, "I don't know when you will arrive, the porridge is warming up early in the morning, are you hungry?"

"Alright." Jiang Zhuohan ate some casual breakfast at the hotel, and he was really hungry, so Mu Xing immediately went to the kitchen to serve porridge.

He took the opportunity to look around. The furniture in the room was neatly arranged and spotless, but there was a woody smell that had not been lived in for a long time.

Then, Mu Xing brought out the porridge, and put it directly on the coffee table without a dining table. There were also two small dishes, which were very homely.

Jiang Zhuohan sat on the sofa, and Mu Xing moved a small bench to sit next to him, served him porridge, and handed him chopsticks.

When he received it, he seemed to have returned to his youth, when he and his father lived in such an old house. Every day when he came home from school, he and his father sat around the coffee table, watching TV while eating.

Seeing that he was not moving, Mu Xing stabbed his knee with his fist, "Eat, Zhuo Han."

Jiang Zhuohan came back to his senses and said, "Seeing you reminds me of my dad."

Mu Xing's brows furrowed, "Am I like your father?" If Jiang Zhuohan really regarded him as "Dad", he could directly hit him to death.

"Don't take advantage of me! My dad doesn't talk as much as you do."

Jiang Zhuohan glanced at Mu Xing, paused, and then continued, "He doesn't know how to cook like you, and his cooking is terrible. At that time, I ate pickles and rice with soy sauce every day. If I ate better at that time, I would definitely be able to eat again." A few centimeters taller."

He also thought it was funny after he finished speaking, smiled and said: "He often doesn't make a pair of socks, I suggest him to buy all the same color, so that he doesn't always wear different socks. Parents of other people are worried about their children. My grades are not good, but he always takes me to go skiing when he is on vacation, quit smoking when he has no money, and saves money to take me there. He loves snow mountains more than I do!"

"next time--"

Mu Xing turned to face Jiang Zhuohan, and said seriously and carefully, "I will accompany you next time."

Jiang Zhuohan stared at Mu Xing for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "I don't want to hear about the next time, there is no next time in life."

"Then this time."

"Do you want to eat or not? It's going to be cold."

Jiang Zhuohan picked up the bowl to eat, but Mu Xing didn't move, and continued talking on his own.

"When I was young, I was often beaten, and I fled here every time after I was beaten. Grandpa is a very nagging person. He would talk about his dislike of food, he would talk about eating too much, and he would talk about eating less. He He also taught me how to sing, I don’t like it, but he said I sing well. He also took me fishing, and made fish for me every time he came back from fishing. He likes to ride a bicycle and wear a straw hat when he goes out, and he doesn’t give me a straw hat. Dai, said that boys should be tanned. At that time, I was very white and hadn’t been exposed to the sun. Later, when I got tanned, he said that I became ugly and couldn’t sing Huadan anymore.”

When Jiang Zhuohan heard about fishing, he suddenly remembered the set of fishing rods in his car, "Did Yuan Hang return the fishing rods to you?"

"What fishing rod?" Mu Xing asked back.

Jiang Zhuohan thought about the situation that day, Yuan Hang might not have a chance to return it, and the fishing rod should still be in his car.

He said, "Go back and bring it to you."

"Yeah." Mu Xing didn't ask what it was, he moved the small bench to Jiang Zhuohan's feet, picked up some food for Jiang Zhuohan, took the opportunity to stick Jiang Zhuohan's exposed calf, Jiang Zhuohan directly bumped him with his knee .

They finished eating like this, when Mu Xing was washing the dishes, someone knocked on the door suddenly, Jiang Zhuohan didn't know who it was, so he went directly to open the door.

A man in his 60s stood outside the door, looking at him lovingly and respectfully.

"Are you Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Zhuohan gave the other party a strange look, and the other party introduced: "You can call me Lao Cheng, Mr. Mu asked me to pick you up and the young master."

Jiang Zhuohan suddenly had goosebumps all over his body, as if the feeling of returning to the feudal society made him very uncomfortable, he subconsciously asked, "Where are we going?"

"Miss Cen's funeral."

Jiang Zhuohan thought of who "Miss Cen" was. Mu Xing walked out at this moment, glanced at Lao Cheng and refused, "I said I would go, but I won't run away. You don't need to keep an eye on me."

Old Cheng was not angry, twisted up two paper bags and handed them over, "These are the clothes Mr. prepared for you."

Mu Xing didn't answer, "No need, go out."

Lao Cheng had no choice but to back out, and Mu Xing closed the door behind him.

People usually wear black to funerals, especially those from the Mu family who are more particular about it, so they specially brought clothes for them.

Most of Jiang Zhuohan's clothes were black, white and grey, but this time he happened to be wearing black, which was quite suitable for attending the funeral.

He couldn't help looking at Mu Xing. Mu Xing was young, and his positioning was youth fashion, so most of Mu Xing's clothes in private were casual sports with bright colors.Just like now, the lake blue baseball and light-colored jeans seem to be going out to take pictures on the street.But Mu Xing didn't intend to change, probably there is no change of clothes here either.

Mu Xing really planned to go like this, he turned to Jiang Zhuohan and asked, "Do you want to go with me? If you don't want to go, you will wait for me here, I will be back soon."

Jiang Zhuohan felt that it would not be so easy for Mu Xing to come back, so he replied, "Mr. Mu invited me."

"You don't need to care about him. Although he is a piece of trash, he won't do anything to people who have nothing to do with him. Don't worry."

"Really? Then you remember to tell Yan Huai that he is afraid that Mu Zhensheng will block me, and he will choke on me."

Mu Xing frowned, and looked at Jiang Zhuohan with the look of "he dares to quarrel with you".

Jiang Zhuohan said dissatisfiedly: "Don't look like I'm always bullying him! Have you finished washing the dishes? When are you leaving?"

"After washing, when did you say to leave?"

So, the two set off, still driving the previous car, and Jiang Zhuohan noticed that the car was also getting older, and the cheap scooter seemed very out of place when driving to the villa area among the seaside and mountains.

But Mu Xing drove straight all the way, and finally the car drove into a wrought iron gate.

Jiang Zhuohan saw the wreath of elegiac couplets after entering the door. Generally, there are very few people holding funerals in the house, so he was a little surprised.

Mu Xing parked the car on the side of the road casually, and Bin Yi, who was picking up the guests, came over to look at their car first, and then looked at Mu Xing who got off the car, and handed him a notebook for Mu Xing to sign and register with some disgust.

Mu Xing didn't answer, and went straight in when Jiang Zhuohan came over.

Binyi wanted to call Mu Xing to stop, but someone next to him stopped him and reminded him in a low voice, "That's Mr. Mu's own brother, uh... that's own son."

"What?" Bin Yi's eyes widened in shock, "Then why is he dressed like that?"

"The relationship is very complicated, and it's hard to describe it in one word. In short, just pretend you didn't see it."

Bin Yi looked over curiously, and Mu Xing had already entered the house.

The house is actually not just a building, but more like a manor. Besides the main house, there are side buildings, and the mourning hall is located in a side building.

But Mu Xing didn't go to the mourning hall, he took Jiang Zhuohan into the house and went straight up to the second floor of the main house.

Jiang Zhuohan found that there was almost no one on the way, Nuo Da's house was very deserted, and the whole funeral was very deserted.

"Little Master."

Lao Cheng, who was going to pick them up just now, suddenly appeared, stopped in front of Mu Xing and said, "Sir and Madam are in the back hall."

Mu Xing immediately turned the direction, made a gesture to go and then stopped. He felt that Jiang Zhuohan should not be allowed to run around with him, so he said, "Zhuohan, do you want to rest here and wait for me?"

Jiang Zhuohan's eyes rolled around, the house was so quiet that it was uncomfortable, he replied: "Farewell."

"Then let's go." Mu Xing subconsciously pulled Jiang Zhuohan's hand, but only touched it before letting go, and then walked side by side with Jiang Zhuohan.

There were a little more people in the back hall, and they got together in twos and threes. When Jiang Zhuohan and Mu Xing walked in, someone looked at them, but they only glanced at them. No one greeted Mu Xing, as if they didn't know each other at all.

Mu Xing didn't even look sideways, and went straight to the innermost compartment, where there were several people sitting on the sofa.

Jiang Zhuohan immediately saw Mu Zhensheng sitting in the middle, next to a beautiful woman, and opposite them were a young man and a woman, the man was Mu Xun whom he had seen in the hospital.

He guessed that this should be Mu Zhensheng's family, but Mu Zhensheng's wife can accept Mu Zhensheng's lover and still hold a funeral at home?

When Mu Zhensheng saw Mu Xing, he first frowned at Mu Xing's clothes, and then asked, "Old Cheng, didn't you deliver the clothes?"

Old Cheng lowered his head, not daring to answer.

"Mu Zhensheng."

Mu Xing said directly, "Since Mu Xun is useless, I can also talk to you. I can give you the shares. My condition is Zhengyi, and besides—"

Mu Zhensheng looked at Mu Xing carefully.

Mu Xing continued, "—From then on, the Mu family has nothing to do with me. If any of you die, you don't need to inform me. I won't come back."

Mu Xun couldn't hold back the words, "Fuck, who are you calling useless! If it weren't for—"

Before he finished speaking, Mu Zhensheng glanced at him lightly, and he immediately fell silent.

Mu Zhensheng looked at Mu Xun again, "Why do you have to be Zhengyi?"

Mu Xing replied decisively, "It has nothing to do with you."

Mu Zhensheng chuckled, "It has nothing to do with me? I can disagree."

"You don't have to agree, I can also sell the shares to others." Mu Xing did not show any weakness, and looked at Mu Zhensheng threateningly, "If I sell for [-]% off, I believe many people will grab it."

"Mu Xing, you're crazy—"

Mu Xun couldn't help but ask again, 15.00% of the shares are worth tens of billions, and they are sold at a [-]% discount. Should it be a market for selling vegetables?

But he only looked at it, without Mu Zhensheng glaring at him, he consciously shut up.

Mu Zhensheng remained calm, and agreed after a while: "I promise you, on the condition that you go and keep her spirit overnight."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Mu Xing quietly.

Everyone was quiet for a while, and the people outside the cubicle pretended to look in inadvertently, and secretly looked at Mu Xing, thinking that Mu Xing would fight Mu Zhensheng.It would be the biggest joke in the wealthy circle this year if it spread. Many people would be happy to see Mu Zhensheng being beaten, and it was the son of the woman who became his father and his lover.

Especially Mu Xun, he was looking forward to and afraid at the same time, imagining Mu Zhensheng being stepped on the ground like Mu Xing beat him up, he was secretly excited.

However, after a while, Mu Xing calmly agreed, "Don't break your promise."

Mu Zhensheng raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, he felt that Mu Xing seemed to have changed, he was no longer as rampant as before, and he was no longer facing everyone with his teeth and claws.

He couldn't help turning his gaze to Jiang Zhuohan, and said, "If Mr. Jiang feels tired, you can go to the room to rest."

Mu Xing immediately stepped in front of Jiang Zhuohan, staring at Mu Zhensheng vigilantly, "No need."

Mu Zhensheng thought it was funny, so he laughed out loud, "I just let him rest, can I still eat him?"

Jiang Zhuohan pushed Mu Xing away and said, "It's okay, you can go."

"But--"

"How can there be so many but, do you want me to go with you to guard the spirit?"

Mu Xing really shook his head, and said, "Be careful, call me if you need something."

"You're really long-winded." Jiang Zhuohan replied, and Lao Cheng walked up to him and held out his hand.

"Mr. Jiang, this way please."

Jiang Zhuohan followed Lao Cheng, looking around the house as he walked, and finally Lao Cheng took him to a room in another side building.

Old Cheng said, "This is the young master's previous room."

Jiang Zhuohan was a little curious when he heard this, he opened the door and went in, the inside was quite spacious, not as dark and suffocating as he imagined.He walked in, and Lao Cheng followed, and introduced the layout of the room to him one by one. The cloakroom and bathroom were all complete.

He looked around, and finally fixed his eyes on a whip hanging on the wall of the room. It looked worn out from overuse, and the dark spots made him feel like it had been stained with blood. Mu Xing was less than 20 years old when he left home , It's really strange to hang such a thing in the boy's room.

He couldn't help asking: "Why is there a whip?"

Old Cheng hesitated for a moment and replied: "When the young master was young, Mr. Mu often took him to learn opera, but if the young master did not learn well, Mr. Mu would beat him."

"With a whip?" Jiang Zhuohan frowned suddenly. Mu Xinglai said before that he was beaten when he was a child. He was also beaten when he was a child. At most, his father beat him with a broom and clothes hanger. With marks all over his body, he thought that no matter how badly he was beaten when he was young, it wouldn't be too bad.

But he had never been whipped before, and he couldn't imagine the feeling of being whipped. Normally, no one would whip his own child, and it wasn't Lu Zhenhua.

Old Cheng nodded, "Young master is also stubborn, every time he is beaten, he will bear it hard, and he doesn't know how to cry, and the adults will always soften their hearts when they cry."

Jiang Zhuohan accidentally bumped into the cabinet, and the decoration on it fell to the ground with a loud bang.Lao Cheng quickly picked it up, staring at the whip on the wall and asked again: "Why did you hang this in his room?"

"The young master hung it up by himself. Later, old Mr. Mu didn't take the young master to the theater, so he returned it to Mr. Mu. The young master hung the whip on the wall without saying why."

Jiang Zhuohan was very surprised when he heard the words "return to Mr. Mu". Just as he was about to ask, Mu Zhensheng walked in suddenly.

And seeing that Mu Zhensheng was not surprised, Mu Zhensheng called him here alone, he must have something to say to him, but he didn't want Mu Xing to hear it.

Mu Zhensheng glanced at Lao Cheng, and Lao Cheng left the room knowingly, then he sat on the sofa in the room and asked bluntly.

"Do you love Mu Xing?"