Mu Zi found that Bai Wei really had deep feelings for that dead old master Mu.
When the paper was burned just now, everyone was scowling, only Bai Wei's eyes were red.
The hurt brought about by death tends to fade with the passage of time, and it has been more than ten years since the old master Mu passed away, and Bai Wei can actually still be hyung in front of the tombstone, so you can imagine how deep the feelings were in the beginning.
But ... in that case, Mu Zi is even more puzzled.
Bai Wei was just twenty years old, how could she fall in love with an old man who was over half a hundred years old?
And Bai Wei so cowardly character, actually will be in order to be together with the old master Mu, at the expense of breaking with the family, Mu Zi can not imagine.
...
After leaving the cemetery, the appearance of a peaceful family was broken, showing a clear-cut situation.
Murong Cheng and Mu Zi a car, while Mu Rongxuan, Mu Zenin, Mu Yun in another car.
Mu Zi sitting in the car can not help but think, in previous years to sweep the tomb, there is Mrs. Mu and Mu two young, a large family lively, now sweep the tomb more than a year cold, Mu old master's ghost if it is in the vicinity, I do not know what will see how to think?
The world is certainly a ghost, she has experienced, have to believe, just do not know, this ghost can exist in the world how long?
Will it go up in smoke?
If it can exist for a long time, she would like to visit her grandmother who died of illness.
Mu Zi's thoughts turned, thinking: in two months is the anniversary of the grandmother, I should also go to the grandmother's grave, I do not know that I now look like this, grandmother can not recognize ...
Mu Zi's grandmother, buried in his hometown Xiushui, that is a beautiful scenery of the town, from the Qingjiang City is very far away, there is no airport nearby, can only take the train to arrive.
Once this idea sprouted in the back of her mind, it immediately took root and became more and more tangible.
Mu Zi decided to make a trip back to her hometown after her final exams were over, it happened to be winter vacation then, so not only could she sweep the graves, but she could also stay for some more days.
After returning to the Mu residence, the family members were each busy for a while, and then it was time for lunch.
On the anniversary of the death of the day of the lunch must be eaten together, no matter how busy, no matter what grudges and festivals, the family must sit at the same table to eat without any problems.
So Mu Zi is very rare, to the front of the villa gorgeous dining room to eat.
Bai Wei returned before lunch.
Everyone sat around the table together, raised their wine glasses together, and with a light touch, there was a very amiable and harmonious atmosphere.
Mu Zi ate absentmindedly, she was thinking about going to her grandmother's grave during winter vacation, what preparations she needed to make, exactly how many days she would go, and how she should hide it from Bai Wei.
Mu Zenin poured wine for Mu Yun, and saw that Mu Zi's hand was a cup full of coconut milk, thinking that it was not good for her to drink alcohol at her young age, so he smoothly gave her a piece of sweet and sour pork.
Mu Zi was thinking about things in her mind, not caring about these small trivialities, and picked up the bowl of sweet and sour pork and ate it.
Murong Cheng on the side saw it in his eyes, his dark eyes were immediately colored with haze, dark and heavy like layers of dark clouds in the coming storm.
That piece of spare ribs dipped through his chopsticks but ate into Mu Zi's mouth.
It was too obtrusive!
Murong Cheng raised his wine glass and poured down the rest of the brandy in the glass, his lungs on fire, burned by the flames of jealousy.
Even if he knew that Mu Zi probably didn't even notice who pinched that piece of ribs, he hated it just as much! He loathed these two having any contact!
Murong Cheng suddenly grabbed Mu Zi's left hand under the table and clutched it tightly, as if in a silent declaration of sovereignty.
Mu Zi inexplicably glanced at him, thinking: sick again?
At this time, Mu Zenin's soup spoon fell.
He bent down to pick it up and saw the entangled hands of the siblings clasped under the table.
Mu Zenin's breath stuttered.
Remembering the warmth of the two last time, in an instant, Mu Zenin's anger flared!
It was fine for Murong Cheng to play with things and not do his job all these years, but he even messed with his own sister!
That was his sister! If this were to spread, how would outsiders view the Mu family? What will people think of Mu Zi?
Does he want to jeopardize Mu Zi!
Mu Zenin stood up violently!