Non-Human Sub-district Office

Lin Mu nestled on a chair in the studio, staring at the photo album spread out on the table in a daze.

There is no news about her family in the albums and records that my mother left at home, and no relevant information was left for him.

Lin Mu always felt that the reason why her mother didn't leave any information was because she had torn face with the family, and there was no need for more contact with the family.

For more than ten years, although the mother and son have not lived well, and many things need to be cost-effective before buying, at least they can eat enough and wear warm clothes.

If the living requirements are not so high, there is indeed no need to contact grandpa.

My mother can bear even rolling in the wild, so naturally she can also bear this kind of ordinary life. After so many years, whether it is hard or tired, she lives happily.

It is true that I have never encountered any difficulties that I have to contact my grandfather.

So Lin Mu has always regarded himself as having no other relatives.

It doesn't affect him anyway.

Lin Mu was in a daze, and the phone on the table vibrated slightly.

He turned his gaze to glance at the phone screen, and found that the message pushed on the screen was a message from the big boss.

Lin Mu picked up his phone and unlocked it, only to find that the big boss had placed an order for three pots of cyclamen with him again.

Lin Mu paused, tapped the screen several times with his fingertips, got stuck for two seconds, then deleted a large string of words he typed, and then replied with the word "OK".

Before he had time to put down his phone, the big boss sent another message.

He asked Lin Mu: Is there anything else you want to ask?

Lin Mu flicked his fingertips on the screen for a while, some didn't know how to answer.

He wanted to ask a lot.

But when I think about it, I actually reacted.

Why does Uncle Zhao, who is so rich, always place orders with him for potted plants after half a year?

Let’s not talk about whether those flowers and plants are easy to grow, even if they are difficult to grow, when the flowering period comes every year, which one is not all types of flowers can be bought in flower and bird markets and various flower exhibitions?

Even Lin Mu himself would hold the well-raised flowers and plants to join in the fun. He even won an award at the flower show and won a sum of money.

Not to mention some bosses who want to buy flowers because of this.

But this kind of boss will never ask him to order flowers a year and a half in advance, and even ask for two or three pots a month.

Lin Mu called Uncle Zhao the Big Boss because he provided too much business.

To what extent, almost a quarter of the flowers sold by Lin Mu in a year, except for small orders from some high-end places, were handed over to Uncle Zhao.

They said they ordered it for friends, wanted it for themselves, gifted it to elders, and all kinds of names.

Now that I think about it, it seems like I was sending him money on purpose.

Lin Mu paused with hesitant fingers on the screen, typed a string of words, hesitated, deleted the word Lin Hongsheng, and changed it to little uncle.

After a while, the little uncle was deleted and changed to a pronoun "he".

Lin Mu asked the big boss: Is that what he meant when you asked me to buy flowers?

Lin Hongsheng on the other end of the phone looked at the reply, with a bitter face, and turned his head to look at the pot of rhododendron that Lin Mu sent over with admiration, his friend who looked like he couldn't put it down.

"How do I reply to this?"

Uncle Zhao took a look, took the phone over, and replied very seriously: I like flowers. He introduced that no other flower except yours can go through three rounds under my hands.

Lin Mu looked at this reply, and was stunned for two seconds. Thinking of the tragedy he saw when he first went to the view room of the big boss's house, he couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled.

He once suggested to the big boss to hire a special gardener to take care of it, but the big boss was very stubborn and always thought he could do it.

In the end, it was still up to him to go once a month or two to help take care of it a little.

Lin Mu looked at the phone, resting his chin and thinking for a while, thinking about how to reply, when he sent a long message one after another.

Talked about some family affairs on my mother's side.

After turning through the trees slowly, he was not moved by his two uncles in his heart.

Just two ordinary people.

Unwilling to accept the risks and losses of breaking away from the family completely, but trying to pursue their own life while enjoying resources.

Some parents will choose to indulge their children, give them a piece of the sky, and then let them grow freely, while others will strictly control them, treat their children as their own property, and not allow them to step outside the path they set take a step.

The grandfather is obviously the latter, and for the two uncles who want to fly but don't have the courage to break free, it's just that things don't go their way.

The eldest uncle is a coward. After he failed, he pinned his hopes on his younger brothers and sisters.

The little uncle was pampered and protected by his siblings, so he was obviously very timid about confronting his grandfather.

The two uncles are both over 45 and the other over 50, and they are still living under the shadow of their grandfather. Even for trivial matters such as attending the funeral of the sisters and taking care of the nephew who lives outside, they have to sneak around to see other people's faces, and the two of them have no success. .

Mom simply left, and she seemed to be living the most comfortable life.

Lin Mu looked at the chat records that he dragged down to the end, and there was no wavering in his heart.

People live in this world, who doesn't have a few stories?

But one size fits all.

Although I didn't feel much about their affairs, I should repay them for the convenience they gave me.

Lin Mu tapped on the screen of his mobile phone, thanked him, and thought about how to repay the kindness of the two uncles that he hadn't been able to discover all these years.

He finally knew who he was following his vengeance.

He just said, the father in the dream looks gentle and gentle, and he doesn't seem to have a grudge personality.

Turns out it was inherited from my mother.

Now that I think about it, my mother asked him to call my grandfather to collect the body. Apart from the intentional elements, maybe I still hope that the two brothers can come here for a visit and take care of him in the future.

In particular, my mother has lived on the edge of City A for so many years and has not seen a few relatives, probably because my grandfather is doing something in the middle.

After all, City A is not that big. They have lived in the suburbs for so many years and even bought a house here. How could Grandpa not know about it.

But for so many years, Lin Mu has never seen any relatives from his mother's side-let alone a visit from relatives, and only a few friends and mentors will even call.

It's just that the mother in my memory is always very gentle, and I really can't see how rebellious she is in her bones.

Lin Mu put down his phone and closed the photo album, turned his head and glanced outside the window, the second floor happened to be able to see the tip of the glass room under construction.

A few little monsters were carefully putting the glass on, applying waterproof glue and a protective coating, and turning their heads to look into the room from time to time.

Little Mimosa, who was quietly aiming at the room, met Lin Mu's eyes, froze for two seconds, showed a shy smile at Lin Mu, and waved the brush in his hand happily.

With a wave, the glue on the brush was thrown out, sticking to the little potato next to him all over his head and face.

Lin Mu and the little monsters were startled, they didn't care whether they were sad or anything else, they jumped up from their chairs, and rushed out of the room in a hurry.

Aggrieved, Little Tudou turned back to his original form, and asked Lin Mu to help him wipe off the glue on his body.

The little Mimosa who did something wrong apologized repeatedly, her eyes were red with anxiety, and she looked like she was about to cry in a second.

The big mimosa was comforting the two little friends. Seeing that the comfort seemed to be useless, he also sucked his nose and burst into tears.

The ginseng doll hurriedly brought out several bowls of Shuangpi Nai from the house, and comforted several friends in a soft voice, each with a bowl of Shuangpi Nai.

But the little friend couldn't coax him well, and the little ginseng also blushed anxiously, sniffing and holding the bowl, looking at the trees eagerly.

forest:"……"

He pondered for a while before asking: "You don't have a name yet, do you? Do you want to think of a name for yourself?"

When the little monsters heard this, they all stopped their twitching movements.

Yan Xuanjing wandered around outside, and when he came back with a cage of cooing pigeons, he saw Lin Shu squatting next to the water well at the entrance of the courtyard, cleaning with a potato. .

Surrounded by three little ones, two mimosa trees are digging up the double-skin milk spoonful by spoonful, but Lin Mu can't make a move, so the ginseng doll feeds him spoonful by spoonful with sparkling eyes.

Looking at the little ginseng's blushing face, it seems to be very intoxicated with feeding the trees.

Yan Xuanjing looked at Lin Mu's expression and felt that Lin Mu's state didn't seem to need consolation.

He walked over, glanced at these little guys, and said, "Eat potatoes today? I brought pigeons over."

The three little monsters paused together with the trees, and turned to look at the big monster carrying the pigeon.

The ginseng doll trembled a little while holding the double-skin milk, and said in a stuttering voice: "You, you...don't eat Lin Tuduo, he has just become a sperm, no, it's not delicious."

Lin potatoes?

Yan Xuanjing was at a loss for a moment.

"The names they just picked." Lin Mu explained, pointing to Yan Xuanjing one by one, "Lin Ginseng, Lin Tudou, Lin Daxie, Lin Xiaoshou."

"..."

It can be seen that the name can only be obtained without reading the book.

Yan Xuanjing glanced at the potato in Lin Mu's hand, only then realized that it was not an ordinary potato, but that little monster.

no way.

Lin Mu likes to eat potatoes, and it's time for dinner again. Seeing him cleaning the potatoes so seriously, he didn't pay attention for a while.

"Don't eat him." Yan Xuanjing said, putting the pigeon in his hand aside.

Lin Mu glanced at the pigeon: "Want to eat?"

Yan Xuan nodded.

Lin Mu said good, and wiped off the last bit of glue on the little potato. As soon as he let go, the little potato rolled into the soil, hiding and unwilling to come out.

The little ginseng put away the bowl, pulled two mimosa plants, and also squatted aside to observe Yan Xuanjing who had just made a terrible speech.

Lin Mu went into the house to boil water, Yan Xuanjing looked at his back for a while, bent over and grabbed a pigeon out of the cage, and wrenched the pigeon's neck with a "click", and made quick and precise strikes, trying to make the pigeon fly in the shortest possible time. Time to hang up, then cut the bird's neck and let the blood out.

A few little monsters who were secretly observing next to him whimpered in unison.

In fact, they often saw Yan Xuanjing's vicious and sharp hand reaching out when he was fighting with Lin Mu, but after all, Lin Mu can still be alive and kicking very quickly.

They had never seen Yan Xuanjing slaughtering animals.

"Good, so fierce." Little Mimosa sniffed.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu." Little Ginseng nodded.

Little Tudou leaned over and muttered, "Why didn't I see you talking about it when Lin Mu killed him?"

Little Ginseng was taken aback, and immediately performed a double-standard scene: "Can it be the same!"

Hearing what he said, the other three little monsters shook their heads in unison after thinking for a while.

Different.

It is indeed different.

Lin Shu is gentle and beautiful, not as scary as this nine-tailed fox.

Yan Xuanjing could clearly hear the small movements in the corner, and didn't bother to care about it, but turned his head to look at the trees coming out of the house.

Lin Mu waved his hand at him and said happily, "It's Dahei who came here!"

Yan Xuan nodded, not surprised.

Lin Mu ran over and pressed the speakerphone.

Dahei is here to report to Lin Mu that he is safe and to talk about the progress of the task.

This kind of mission still needs to be known by a third person, otherwise the mission records will disappear completely if they die.

Dahei said that they dispatched four monsters and three humans this time, but when they got there, they were trapped by the formation set up by Diwu.

"We were fished out by a new big monster, but Diwu didn't mean to kill us." Dahei looked at the villas in the resort and said, "The ingredients and finished foods left in the refrigerator, drinking Water and fruit are enough for those few humans to eat for a month."

It turned out to be the case.

Now Lin Mu understood what he meant when he called Diwu earlier when the other party said he didn't care.

Dahei muttered: "I think Diwu doesn't seem to want to touch us, but just wants to hold us back."

"That's good, you don't have karma in your body." Lin Mu said happily.

"Well, this is indeed good news, but after we came out, we received two bad news." Dahei felt a little headache when he thought of the news just received, "The emperor's house brought another Taoist temple, and as usual digging three feet to kill Not even the fish in the pond are spared, this is one of them.”

"..." Lin Mu opened his mouth and closed it again, "What about the second one?"

"In that Taoist temple, besides the aura of the Diwu, there is also the aura of Dixiu." Dahei said, "Did you know Dixiu? One of the ancient sacred trees, it is at the same level as the Diwu. It is said that they have a good relationship , I don’t know the details…”

Dahei was still chattering over there, but Lin Mu was completely dazed on the spot.

Yan Xuanjing looked at Lin Mu bewilderedly, only to find that Lin Mu's eyes were red, and some tears welled up.

The vixen was slightly startled, and looked at Lin Mu who was about to cry in a daze. After a while, imitating Lin Mu's way of comforting little ginseng before, he patted him on the head.

"You didn't wash your hands." Lin Mu was crying a little when he spoke.

Yan Xuanjing looked down at his hands which were still stained with pigeon blood: "..."

Lin Mu thought of Yan Xuanjing's identity as a nine-tailed fox, and thought that Yan Xuanjing's father was once one of the great monsters guarding Dixiu's Valley, so he sniffed, "You already knew, didn't you? Dixiu...about my father .”

Yan Xuanjing was stuck for two seconds, hesitated, and nodded.

Lin Muhong stared at Yan Xuanjing who had admitted, but was speechless for a moment.

Seeing Lin Mu's angry and sad look, Yan Xuanjing pursed his lips slightly in thought, looked at Lin Mu for a while, suddenly revealed a dazed expression, took two steps closer under Lin Mu's stare, and slightly bent over Lin Mu's forehead kissed.

When he opened his mouth, his voice softened slightly, like the cold snow on a high mountain turned into a flowing spring under the sun.

"Do not cry."

He said.