Wu Shang

Shang Zhiguo didn't see him except for having a meal with them. Although Shang Zhiguo still didn't show any good looks towards Wu Zhichao, Wu Zhichao could clearly feel that Shang Zhiguo didn't dislike him at all. She still takes care of him a little bit, and always moves good dishes to him on the table intentionally or unintentionally.Wu Zhicuo fully accepted Shang Zhiguo's secret and arrogant overtures, not only because of Xiao Mo but also because he was an elder.

After dinner, Shang Mozhi took Wu Zhichao to his room, saying that this was the first time Wu Zhichao had seen this room, and this room was as big as his own family!

"You grew up here since you were a child." After washing, Wu Zhicuo sat beside the European-style retro big bed with his legs crossed in a bathrobe, looking at the room leisurely.

"That's right." Shang Mozhi rushed forward after drying his hair.

Although Shang Mozhi spared no effort to rush towards Wu Zhichao, he still couldn't bear his weight and fell on the bed with his people. Wu Zhichao lay in a big shape and stared aimlessly at the high curtain on the top of the bed: " It’s so big, wouldn’t you be afraid to fall asleep when you were young?”

"I'm afraid," Shang Mozhi rubbed against Wu Zhicuo like a puppy in love with his master, "I'm even more afraid when there is thunder and lightning. Every time I can't help but run to my mother's room, but my mother I was not allowed to sleep with her, and she said that a man has to overcome his fears by himself. But every time she will send me back, and give me a kiss before leaving, which makes me feel at ease."

Wu Zhicuo quietly listened to Shang Mozhi telling his story, while gently stroking his soft hair.

"Uncle, do you know?"

"Ok?"

"Your arms are sometimes like my mother."

"Where is it like?"

"So soft and warm."

"Tch," Wu Zhichao smiled, "I also have abs."

"Oh, really?" Shang Mozhi stretched out his hand restlessly and pinched it, "Why haven't I felt it yet?"

"Go to hell." Wu Zhicuo smiled and clapped his hands away.

Shang Mozhi grabbed Wu Zhicuo's hand, so he couldn't pat him away, and continued to speak slowly: "When I was young, I admired my mother very much. Although she couldn't walk and always relied on a wheelchair, no matter what happened at home She handles the affairs of the company in an orderly manner, and she is always smiling and strong in front of me, except when she died, I did not see a single tear fall from her gentle eyes."

"Xiao Mo," Wu Zhicuo felt distressed when he heard this, "Your mother is a great person. Where's your father?"

"My father," Shang Mozhi's tone changed, as if he was referring to a familiar stranger, "he... loves us very much, it should be said that he loves this family very much, and has been trying his best to be a son, a husband and a family. The role of father, I didn’t like him very much before, because I couldn’t feel the temperature of his love, but after I met you, I suddenly understood, and now I think it’s enough for him to do that.”

"Why?" Wu Zhicuo didn't understand what Shang Mozhi said that he would understand after meeting him.

"Uncle," Shang Mozhi kissed him on the lips, "I'm tired, let's go to sleep."

"Yeah." Wu Zhicuo, who Shang Mozhi didn't want to talk about, tried his best not to ask. What he wanted to do was to be Shang Mozhi's most reliable and gentle embankment, no matter where he struggled with the torrent, he could catch it He, the wounds he doesn't want to mention can be healed with generosity.

Wu Zhicuo woke up early the next morning and saw no one around him. He checked the time on his phone and it was only seven o'clock. Shang Mozhi is not a person who has the habit of getting up early.

Wu Zhichao had washed up, just in time to arrange breakfast.

"Sister-in-law!" Wu Zhicuo heard this familiar and energetic voice just as he went downstairs.

"Yi Zijing?" Wu Zhicuo was pleasantly surprised to see this energetic and shining young man again, "Why are you here?"

"Yesterday I heard that you were here and I hurried over. I was in a hurry to go to your territory last time. This time you came to my territory, of course I have to come to express my welcome." After finishing speaking, he held another large bouquet of roses.

"Ah," Wu Zhichao took the rose, "Thank you."

Wu Zhicuo looked around and was thinking about where to put this. The maid on the side took the flowers, bowed slightly, and left holding the flowers.

"Zijing likes to give flowers to others." Wu Zhicuo remembered that he also gave himself a bouquet of flowers last time.

"Of course, flowers are the most romantic things in this world. Every flower has its own language. Every flower contains the sincere love of the sender. Sending someone with such a lovely thing is a happy event. It's something." Yi Zijing's clean eyes twinkled with stars when he was painting flowers, very beautiful.

This is very similar to Shang Mozhi, Wu Zhicuo couldn't help smiling slightly: "You really match flowers well."

After the breakfast was set up, the maid at the side came over and said, "Mr. Wu, Master Zijing, let's have dinner."

"it is good."

After Wu Zhicuo and Yi Zijing sat at the dining table, Wu Zhicuo found that this huge dining table seemed to be prepared only for the two of them.

"Where is Monk Mozhi?" Wu Zhicuo asked the maid beside him.

"Grandpa is upstairs and won't come down to eat today. Master Mo Zhi is out today."

"Huh? Went out?" Wu Zhicuo looked suspicious, "Where did he go, why didn't he tell me?"

"Sister-in-law," Yi Zijing said while eating breakfast, "Don't you know what day it is today?"

"Huh?" Wu Zhichao thought about it carefully and suddenly found something.

"Today is Aunt Yilan's memorial day, that is, my brother's mother."

Wu Zhicuo murmured in his head, that's right, isn't it today after four days?How could I forget!Wu Zhichao was full of annoyance.

"Did Xiao Mo go to the cemetery today?"

"Yes."

"Do you know where it is?" Wu Zhicuo asked without leaving any space.

Yi Zijing put down his knife and fork and opened his mouth: "I know, but I'm not sure if it's okay to tell you, brother always stays alone in front of Aunt Lan's grave all day at this time of year."

"The past was the past," Wu Zhizuo held his hand tightly, before he was not by Shang Mozhi's side but now he is by Shang Mozhi's side, no matter what happens he will not let Shang Mozhi suffer alone, "you can tell me he Where? I'm going to find him."

Yi Zijing hesitated for a while and got up: "Sister-in-law, come with me."

Wu Zhicuo hurriedly got up and went out with him.

Yi Zijing walked and said, "Aunt Lan's grave is on the wide lawn at the end of the forest behind the villa. Aunt Lan loved it most when she was alive. Did you tell me how Aunt Lan and Uncle Shang were killed?"

"Well," Wu Zhicuo nodded and said, "Vendetta."

"Well," Yi Zijing sighed deeply, "People who don't know about it are accidents, people who are a little closer know it's a vendetta, and only the core people of our Yi family and the Shang family know the whole thing, but I think I probably don’t have the courage or the strength to tell you the whole story. This is such a big pain that no one can tell it in person, but I think I need to tell it all. you."

"After all," Yi Zijing turned to look at him, "you are the person he cherishes the most."

Wu Zhicuo has always known that although Shang Mozhi told him about the general incident, there is always something hidden. If Shang Mozhi doesn't want to tell him, he is unwilling to poke his sore spots, but he has always been eager to know all his sore spots himself Even if it doesn't heal, even if it hurts together.

"The Yi family and the Shang family are family friends. For several generations, there are both business acquaintances and in-laws," Yi Zijing continued, "So the relationship between the two families has long been as close as one. It is natural that Aunt Lan and Uncle Shang have been together since childhood. Just kidding, their relationship can probably be described as childhood sweethearts, so people from the two families always like to joke about them, saying that Aunt Lan will be the daughter-in-law of the Shang family and Uncle Shang will be from the Yi family. Son-in-law. It’s been a long time since I’ve said this for a long time. If it’s not true, then I’m going to take it seriously. In addition, Uncle Shang’s outstanding looks can also be seen from my brother. She has always regarded herself as the prospective daughter-in-law of the Shang family, and has strict requirements on herself. Whether it is academics or business, she has become the best among the rich young ladies and young masters at a young age. But Uncle Shang is not like this. The people in the circle are different. They are quiet and gentle, and have the temperament of a poet who only loves to play with his literature alone. He has a very different personality from his brother, so he never shows his sharpness. It stands to reason that Aunt Lan and Uncle Shang complement each other so well. It is a match made in heaven. Intentional but ruthless, Uncle Shang has always regarded Aunt Lan as his own sister, and directly rejected Aunt Lan's affection. But Aunt Lan is a strong woman, and she is not affected by rejection at all. She likes to pursue and pursue Uncle Shang. It is his business not to agree, but Uncle Shang has never changed his attitude."

"Then how did they get together?" Wu Zhicuo wondered how a person with such a firm attitude changed his attitude and gave birth to Shang Mozhi.

"Guilty." Yi Zijing said these two words sadly.

Wu Zhicuo had a very bad premonition in his heart, it seemed that all the source of Shang Mozhi's pain came.

"Mr. Shang was already dissatisfied with Uncle Shang's dull, stubborn, and ignorant of business. Coupled with the fact that he failed Aunt Lan's wishes many times, he finally couldn't sit still. The old man burned all the classics collected by Uncle Shang and forced him to go to the company. To add to his ordeal, he ended up sending him to a branch office in Colombia. Do you know what kind of country that is?"

Yi Zijing looked at Wu Zhicuo and then answered himself: "A gangster occupies half of the country, so if you want to operate normally there, you must cooperate with the gangster, and Uncle Shang is responsible for the boss of the largest gangster in the area—— The Chinese name Gu Yi is easy to make friends with. A young master like Uncle Shang who grew up under the protection of his family, facing a person like Gu Yi who really grew up living a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife, can imagine the difficulty You know, this is also the old man's blow to Uncle Shang. But the fact is very surprising, the two get along very well, so good that Gu Yi is basically helping to take care of Shang's branch, and Uncle Shang can't help it. Free time for studying ancient books."

"The old man felt that the exercise was almost done, so he called him back. This time he came back and asked Uncle Shang to get engaged to Aunt Lan. Uncle Shang still firmly refused and said that he already had someone he liked. The old man was very shocked. When Uncle Shang found out that the person he liked was Gu Yi, he was so angry that he almost beat him to death. Fortunately, Aunt Lan arrived in time to stop the old man when Uncle Shang was unconscious. Uncle Shang was stubborn and no one could stop him. After I got well, I ran away from home and went to Columbia. I don’t know many things after that. I only know what happened after a long time. Gu Yi sent people to kill the old man and Aunt Lan. There was something wrong with her legs and Aunt Lan lost her legs and was permanently disabled. After that, Uncle Shang came back and proposed to Aunt Lan full of guilt. Aunt Lan finally agreed to the marriage proposal. Uncle Shang became a good son, husband and father as he promised, but he lost himself. Many years passed until my brother was eight years old. All peace was broken again, and the rest is as you know."

After listening to it, Wu Zhicuo didn't know what to say for a moment. There were too many stories behind it and no one was qualified to make any judgments, but he really felt sorry for his Xiaomo.

Passing through the fir forest, Yi Zijing stopped and pointed ahead: "That's right there."

Wu Zhicuo looked forward, and there was a tombstone on a small flat hill rising from the endless grass, and a lonely figure was sitting in front of the tombstone.

Yi Zijing patted Wu Zhicuo on the shoulder and turned to leave.

Wu Zhicuo approached Xiao Pingqiu, put his hand on Shang Mozhi's shoulder and sat quietly aside.

"Uncle, you are here." Shang Mozhi held Wu Zhicuo's hand.

"Well, here I am."

A gust of wind blows, and the green waves are truly beautiful.Shang Zhi looked up at the sky: "There is no sun today."

"Well, it was a cloudy day," Wu Zhicuo looked at the tombstone and held Shang Mozhi's hand tightly, felt the gentle wind blowing on his face, and sniffed the fragrance of grass mud, "but it was very comfortable. "

Shang Mozhi also looked at the tombstone and smiled slightly: "Well, this place where mother is is very comfortable."

"Shang Mozhi," Wu Zhicuo turned his head and Shang Mozhi also turned his head, and the two looked at each other for a long time, "Teach me how to use a gun..."