Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

This punch made Ji Zhilun feel like his head was going to fly out. He couldn't feel the pain, but his numb cheeks. He turned his face and looked at Qi Zhijie in astonishment: "You hit me? Brother, you Hit me?"

With a cold face, Qi Zhijie punched him hard again: "Ji Zhilun, is this how I asked you to give things back then?"

Ji Zhilun was already in a daze when he was crushed by Mu Xun's men, but these two punches directly beat him to the point where he couldn't stand, kneeling on the ground as if he was about to pass out at any time.

Blood oozes from the corner of his mouth, he opened his eyes that were a little lax, and cried: "I don't think I did something wrong, brother, look at yourself, as long as you have contact with this evildoer, you will It's like going crazy, I don't want anything, let down Zehua, let down grandpa..."

"Ji Zhilun, don't criticize me from the commanding heights of morality." Qi Zhijie grabbed his collar, his movements and expressions were exactly the same as Mu Xun's just now, "After so many years, I can say with a clear conscience, who am I?" None of them failed, except Mu Xun."

Looking at his cold and distant eyes, Ji Zhilun could clearly feel the anger of the man in front of him.

"Ji Zhilun, I am a person, a living person, I am not Zehua's money-making machine, nor a tool for consolidating the honor of the Ji family, I have my own thoughts, my own likes and dislikes, and my own No one can dominate me in my pursuit, including grandpa." He had wanted to say these words a long time ago.

Sometimes he even wonders if he is being too selfish.

But since he talked with Ji Shu last time, he has figured out a lot.

Life is for oneself.

Why should you be influenced by others.

As Ji Shu said, do what you want.

What's more, he gave back all the glory that Zehua gave him.

"But you are Zehua's heir, brother, you will always bear the glory of Zehua and even our whole family." Ji Zhilun had no strength to struggle anymore, letting the man grab his collar, looking like a broken can The appearance of falling.

Qi Zhijie has always been a person who can hide his emotions well, and has never been angry in front of Ji Zhilun.

Ji Zhilun has always thought that Qi Zhijie's temperament has always been like this, his emotions and anger are invisible, and he is supercilious.

But now he understands.

What joy and anger are indistinguishable.

What superciliousness.

Just because they don't care.

If you don't care, naturally there will be no mood swings.

As for Mu Xun, his elder brother was always extremely sensitive and excited.

For no other reason.

But just being concerned is messed up.

That's why now he is such a noble and indifferent person, so he is furious and strikes at him.

Qi Zhijie stared coldly, gradually loosened the collar of the man's wrinkled shirt, and calmed down: "It's not anymore, I spent three years betting on it, and I won the bet. Grandpa promised that I would give it to me." free."

The man kneeling on the ground slowly got up, with a hoarse voice: "Freedom? Brother, a family like ours will not have any freedom. Grandpa will never let you go."

"Ji Zhilun, this is not something you should worry about." Qi Zhijie straightened his clothes, and said in a cold voice, "I never thought that what happened back then was an accident on your part. I trust you, but you Trample my trust under your feet."

Ji Zhilun knew that Qi Zhijie was angry, even though he had calmed down, he still couldn't help but make people shudder: "I took advantage of your trust in me, brother. But I still feel that only by doing this can I live up to my expectations." Brother's trust in me."

The man sneered: "So, I still have to be grateful to you? Ji Zhilun, do you know that because of you, I have killed A Xun for three whole years."

Mu Xun's crying words still linger in his ears, how can he not feel distressed.

If it weren't for the fact that the culprit was Ji Zhilun, his own uncle's son, and his cousin who had been by his side since he was a child, he would have had someone throw him into the wild to feed the dogs.

"Go back to Lanjing and think about your mistakes behind closed doors, and let me see you come out to make trouble... I won't give you face if your father comes to beg me."

"Brother, you said such things to me for him." Ji Zhilun's eyes were filled with tears, and he was extremely wronged.

It's a pity that Qi Zhijie didn't even want to give him another look, and retreated indifferently to the gate, leaving a sentence at the moment the gate closed: "Go back."

After that day, Mu Xun did not see Ji Zhilun in Fudong again.

Similarly, he has never seen Qi Zhijie.

In fact, the relationship between them has already drawn a long-delayed full stop.

However, Zai Muxun found out that Qi Zhijie didn't leave without saying goodbye on purpose, nor did he want to use money to send himself off.

Not to mention that he didn't bring him by his side because he felt that he wasn't worthy of him. Afterwards, his heart began to become chaotic.

Very messy very messy.

He didn't know what to do with this relationship.

He began to be reluctant to part with Qi Zhijie.

This feeling reached its peak when he received the old box from Qi Zhijie.

In the box, apart from the repaired white jade pendant, there are also the piece of violet jade and three postcards.

The broken corner of the white jade pendant was glued and repaired with soft gold. It is not like the soft gold pasted to glue the horns. It looks like the decoration on this jade ornament, which is a bit more expensive than before. gas.

As for the three postcards.

It was the New Year's card he wrote to Mu Xun in the past three years.

first slide:

Axun, it’s snowing again in Lanjing this year, and it’s snowing heavily. I hope I can build a snowman with you earlier.

the second one:

Axun, how are you doing in Fudong? Are you happier than in Manhe? Wait for me, maybe I can come to you in advance.

Third sheet:

A Xun, I'm sorry, the estimate for a project has not been met, so I can't come back early to find you, are you still waiting for me?Would you blame me?

strange?He didn't even know who to blame.

Lu Zhizhou beside him could feel Mu Xun's absent-mindedness recently.

But he didn't ask too much.

He knew that there were many memories of that old man in Mu Mu's heart, even now, it was still the same.

He is not in a hurry to completely drive Qi Zhijie out of Mu Xun's mind, he has always believed in the saying that water flows forever.

So, in mid-June, he proposed a plan to go skiing in Hokkaido.

But Mu Xun only wanted to go back to Manhe.

His heart was very disturbed, and he always felt that only in Manhe could he settle down, and at the same time, he could think clearly about Qi Zhijie.

"I want to go to Manhe. I haven't been back since I went back years ago." Mu Xun said, declining Lu Zhizhou's proposal.

The man's expression remained the same, his brows and eyes were still very gentle: "Okay, I'll go with you. I've been hearing you talk about the mountains and rivers of Manhe, but I haven't had a chance to take a good look at them."

"But Manhe's summer is hotter than Fu Dong's. Don't you want to travel to escape the heat?" Mu Xun knew that Lu Zhizhou was afraid of the heat, and almost every summer he would go abroad to escape the heat.

Lu Zhizhou scratched his head: "It's okay, it's boring to watch the snow all the time."

look at the snow.

Mu Xun's eyes were involuntarily covered with mist.

He couldn't help thinking of Qi Zhijie.

He didn't seem to be able to see the snow scene with Qi Zhijie.

Lu Zhizhou didn't know what he said wrongly, Mu Xun's expression changed, and he blinked: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, let's go together." Mu Xun regained his composure.

"it is good."

Although the two agreed, it was already the end of June when they officially set off.

Because Mu Xun still had a project to finish, and Lu Zhizhou also had a game to finish.

It was a sunny day when we returned to Manhe.

When he got off the plane, Lu Zhizhou was sweating from the scorching temperature of Manhe River.

Mu Xun took him to Uncle He's antique shop.

In front of the gate, Mu Xun dropped the suitcase and Lu Zhizhou and went straight to the courtyard to find Uncle He.

Erhuang was of course the first to greet him.

Erhuang wagged his tail, shook his head and hummed at him.

But there was no Uncle He in the courtyard, but Aunt Cheng, the neighbor.

"Xiao Xun is back."

"Where's Uncle He?" Mu Xun was a little surprised.

"He has bronchitis again, and he's been in the hospital for the past two days. I'll come over to help him feed Erhuang every day at noon." Aunt Cheng said, putting down the iron bowl containing the bones in her hand.

"What?" Mu Xun's eyes widened. He called the old man two days ago and said he was fine.

So, Mu Xun hurried to the Central Hospital in Manhe again.

Unknown why, Lu Zhizhou just sat on the rattan chair in the yard to enjoy the shade, when he saw the wood xun "squeaking" like a gust of wind and came out of the yard, he shouted helplessly: "Where are you going, ancestor."

When he arrived at the door of the ward panting heavily, he bumped into Qi Zhijie who came out with a hot water bottle.

The two blurted out almost at the same time: "Why are you here?"

Qi Zhijie stood in front of the door of the ward, turned his head to look at Uncle He who was sleeping soundly, and signaled Mu Xun to go outside the door to speak.

They stood in front of the end of the hospital corridor, the golden light outside the window reflected on their faces, a little hot.

"What's going on, why are you here?" Mu Xun frowned slightly, "How's Uncle He, is it serious?"

"Fortunately, the doctor said to observe for a few more days. Anyway, you can't smoke any more." Qi Zhijie replied, suddenly remembering that there was still a pack of cigarettes stuffed in his pocket, and he felt guilty, "Uncle He gave me a few days ago. I only found out after calling and asking me to find someone to watch the store, but he was stubborn and refused to tell the truth, and I found him in the hospital as soon as I came back."

"Why is this little old man always like this?" Mu Xun sighed.

This is what he is most afraid of. He Jing is getting old, and he always hides any discomfort from himself.

"He won't let me tell you, so..." Qi Zhijie said, his throat suddenly felt itchy, and he coughed a few times.

Mu Xun could smell the smoke on his body immediately, but it was not strong, it was faintly mixed with the woody scent on his body.

It's just that the scent of muxun on his body is too familiar, so the slight smell of smoke here is particularly obvious to him: "Are you smoking too?"

Qi Zhijie turned sideways subconsciously, and put a little distance away from Mu Xun: "No."

With a sullen face, Mu Xun reached into the pocket of Qi Zhijie's coat, and took out a pack of cigarettes: "It's okay, Liqun has a hard shell, and he still lives in Fuchun Mountain, Qi Zhijie."

He doesn't smoke, but he knows this cigarette because Mu Liangqi occasionally smokes it.

"Someone gave it to me, and I just stuffed it in my pocket." Qi Zhijie touched the tip of his nose.

For some reason, he just didn't dare to let Mu Xun know about his smoking.

As if he had done something heinous.

"Qi Zhijie, it's not like you to lie." Mu Xun lifted the lid of the cigarette case and took a look.

Well, half the bag is gone.

"How old are you, Qi Zhijie? When you are young, smoking and lying, you want to lie here like Uncle He in the future." Mu Xun was very angry, and threw the pack of cigarettes to the side angrily. In the trash can on the bed, "Do you still have anything on you?"

"No more." Qi Zhijie lowered his head, and obediently turned out his pocket to show Mu Xun, there was only one lighter left in the pocket.

Mu Xun confiscated the lighter and said, "No one will take care of you in the future."

"Won't you take care of me?"

"It's a beautiful thought." He picked up the thermos bottle that had been left on the ground and went to the tea room.

Qi Zhijie looked at Mu Xun's back, lowered his eyes and smiled lightly.

Mu Xun took the hot water and went back to the ward.

Uncle He has already woken up, seeing Mu Xun walking in, he was very surprised: "Why are you back?"

"If I don't come back, you plan to hide it from me until you are discharged from the hospital?" He poured out half a cup of hot water from the thermos, mixed it with some room temperature water, and handed it to He Jing.

He Jing slowly got up from the bed, and took the glass filled with hot water: "Did that guy tell you, I told him not to tell you, let you run for nothing."

"What is running in vain? I said little old man, how many times do you want me to tell you? Tell me if you feel uncomfortable. You keep it from me every time. If you do this again, I will tie you up and send you to the east. Trapped in the house, you are not allowed to open a shop, but let you lie down every day." Mu Xun was not joking, if He Jing did this again, he really planned to pull him back to Fu Dong to take care of him under his nose.

He Jing swallowed the hot water. Because of bronchitis, his breathing was particularly heavy, and he even had difficulty speaking: "I'm fine, and I didn't let you come back because I was afraid that you would make a big fuss."

"Listen to your voice, or should I make a fuss?" Mu Xun angrily knelt on the edge of the bed.

Qi Zhijie just entered the ward at this time.

He Jing, who was drinking hot water on the bed, caught him and scolded him: "Why are you so talkative."

"I didn't say anything." Qi Zhijie spread his hands and hurriedly separated the relationship.

Mu Xun took the glass from He Jing's hand: "I came back to see you, but I didn't expect to see Aunt Cheng."

He Jing was so busy panting for breath that he didn't have time to speak.

He can't even speak long sentences now, his chest is tight and short of breath, and he feels out of breath when he speaks.

Mu Xun worriedly patted his back to give him comfort.

The nurse came in and hung a big bottle of amino acid on He Jing, and he lay down again to get ready for sleep.

After He Jing fell asleep, Mu Xun remembered Lu Zhizhou who he had forgotten in the antique shop.

"I'm going to settle down with Lu Zhizhou, come here later, please look at Uncle He." He glanced at his phone, there were several missed calls from Lu Zhizhou.

When Qi Zhijie heard the name Lu Zhizhou, his face froze.

Has Mu Xun developed with this zebra to the point where he can bring it back to see Uncle He?

"He's here too?"

"En." Mu Xun replied, not noticing Qi Zhijie's stiff expression, and hurried out of the ward.

Lu Zhizhou in the antique shop has already played with Erhuang all afternoon, if Mu Xun doesn't come, he will fall asleep on the wicker chair.

"The small hotel near here is not very clean, there is a small villa farther away, I will take you to live there." Mu Xun, sweating from running, stood at the gate of the courtyard and waved to Lu Zhizhou.

Lu Zhizhou got up from the rattan chair, nodded and stretched his waist: "Is Uncle He sick?"

He once heard Mu Xun mention He Jing.

"Well, I went to see him in the hospital just now." Mu Xun walked over and picked up his suitcase.

"Don't you live in the villa?" Lu Zhizhou saw that he didn't take his suitcase.

"The villa is too far away from the hospital, it's inconvenient. You stay there first, and I'll come and play with you when I'm less busy in a few days." Mu Xun made an appointment for a car at the door.

It was a commercial vehicle, a very common brand, which made the pampered Lu Zhizhou feel uncomfortable.

Of course, the residences in the villa couldn't compare with those in Fu Dongli, but they were considered to be the best accommodation conditions Mu Xun had seen in Manhe.

After Lu Zhizhou settled his luggage, Mu Xun was about to leave: "I brought a set of Nanjiang Jade and a few boxes of saffron. Are you going to the hospital now? I'll go with you to see Uncle He."

"In two days, the little old man has a very strange temper, and he is even less willing to see others when he is sick. Wait for him to recover." He Jing is very strong, and he definitely can't stand others visiting him with a fruit basket of supplements .

What's more, Lu Zhizhou who has never met before.

"Ok."

After Mu Xun left the villa, he rushed to the hospital again.

For the past two days, he and Qi Zhijie took turns looking after Uncle He. Originally, he planned to find a nurse, but He Jing's weird temper, let alone a nurse, sometimes even Mu Xun couldn't stand it, so he put it aside The idea of ​​letting someone else take care of him.

What's very tacit is that neither he nor Qi Zhijie mentioned what happened back then.

Mu Xun didn't know why, but he was a little afraid to mention it.

At night, Uncle He fell asleep, the bed in the hospital was very small, and Mu Xun was not used to sleeping, so he got up and went to the hospital door to blow air.

He even saw Qi Zhijie smoking at the door.

The man didn't expect him to come out, he obviously went in just now and saw that Mu Xun had already laid down and slept.

He hastily threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, stepped on it with his left foot and stamped it out.

Mu Xun walked towards him aggressively: "Move your feet away."

The man touched the tip of his nose with his hands, lowered his eyes guiltyly, and moved his feet away: "Ah... Mu Xun."

He wanted to call him Axun, but then remembered that he had said that he would not call him that anymore.

"Still smoking? Qi Zhijie, can't you quit?" Mu Xun didn't understand why Qi Zhijie became addicted to smoking. He has always been a terribly self-disciplined person. The old man who regretted his life would fall in love with smoking.

Qi Zhijie knew that if he wanted to quit, of course he could, but he didn't want to.

The shredded tobacco melted into his throat and esophagus from the breath, stimulating, spicy, and sinking.

Most importantly, only at this moment can he forget that Mu Xun is no longer his axun.

"Are you dumb?" Mu Xun was anxious, frowning.

The evening wind in July still carried a bit of warmth, blowing over the faces of the two of them.

Qi Zhijie shook his head, his whole body was like an eggplant beaten by frost, sluggish: "I don't want to quit."

"why?"

"Because I can temporarily forget when I smoke."

"Forget what?" Mu Xun was confused.

Qi Zhijie didn't answer him right away, and remained silent for a while, his answer was mixed in the wind and reached Mu Xun's ears: "Forget that you are already with someone else."

This time it was Mu Xun's silence.

Qi Zhijie's expression was too gloomy and sad, he didn't dare to look at it.

"Muxun, if, I mean if." Qi Zhijie thought for a while, and finally asked, "If you had known about the existence of that letter earlier, would you have given me a chance?"

He knew that it would be useless to ask these questions now, no matter what the answer was.

But he still wanted to know.

Mu Xun looked at him, heaved a long sigh of relief, his eye sockets hurt a little, he thought, it must be blown by the wind: "Qi Zhi Jie."

"Ah."

"If, if I knew the existence of that letter, I would give you a chance, and I would even wait for you willingly." He tried hard to control his emotions, not to let his voice tremble.

Such an answer really made Qi Zhijie feel extremely regretful.

He should be happy.

Glad that Mu Xun was willing to give himself a chance, and even waited for him willingly.

However, there is an if in all of this.

A gust of wind came from afar again, and there was a sense of regret in it.

"Qi Zhijie, you said in the email that you love me, so do you think, I love you?" Mu Xun stared at him, staring at him with those foxy eyes undisguised.

Qi Zhijie was stopped by his question.

Does Mu Xun love him?He also wanted to know.

"You should have loved me very much." The man smiled, his peach eyes were full of regret and bitterness: "It was my fault that I lost you."

"You clearly know how much I loved you, so why didn't you ask me if I would accompany you to a city that is frozen all year round? You never asked me, so you made the decision for me."

The author says:

In the past two days of military training, my old life is gone, so I took the time to code this chapter~ I have been waiting for a long time.

It’s been a long time since little angels irrigated (crazy hint~)