100 styles of Sheng Shao's wife

Chapter 2022 The Feeling of Missing Someone

Seeing this scene, Mu Yijun was a little moved. He couldn't help squatting down, stretched out his hand and stroked its soft fur, the Papillon looked back at him, wagged its tail at him, and then looked sadly again. Looking at the tombstone once, the small mouth rubbed against the tombstone.

This Papillon is called Lele, and it was my mother's personal pet during her lifetime.

After her mother left, she was so sad that she shed tears and didn't eat for many days. It was the housekeeper who asked the veterinarian to give her nutritional injections to maintain her life.

Mu Yijun caressed this sensual puppy, his handsome brows were slightly frowned, and his heart was serious.

A gust of night wind blew in... Mu Yijun knelt on one knee in front of the tombstone, and the surroundings were so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The night was so bleak, and the little blue stars in the sky blinked mysteriously, so far away from him, like a mother who had already left.

Uncle Wen walked this way in a windbreaker. He also just woke up and found that the lights were on in the corridor, so he went downstairs, only to find that the lights were on in the living room, and then he came out...

I didn't expect the young master to be in the backyard.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Mu Yijun, who was squatting on the ground, turned his eyes. In the warm yellow light of the street lamp, his eyes met with Uncle Wen's.

"Mr. Mu." Uncle Wen took off his windbreaker and put it on him, because he was wearing a thin nightgown.

Mu Yijun stood up and put the windbreaker on him again, "You wear it yourself, I'm not cold." After all, Uncle Wen was old.

The world was so silent, and the eyes of the two converged.

"Sorry to bother you." Mu Yijun felt sorry, it was the first time he stayed here overnight, but he didn't let him sleep well.

"You mustn't say that." Uncle Wen's voice was gentle, and he was no longer sleepy. "It's windy outside, why don't you go back to your room?"

"Yeah." He turned around and hugged Lele from the tombstone, "Let's go."

In this way, Mu Yijun followed Uncle Wen. The yard was very big, with no flowers, but lush green plants. Before, my mother would be allergic to pollen, so there were no flowers in the garden, which seemed a bit cold.

Lele's whole body was soft, and she leaned in Mu Yijun's arms very well.

The two of them didn't walk fast, and they felt like walking. After a while, Mu Yijun said, "Uncle Wen, you can live with me from now on." He wanted to find a sense of security. After all, apart from his mother, Uncle Wen is the most familiar person.

"Is it convenient?" Uncle Wen turned his eyes and stared at his profile.

"As long as it's convenient for you, it's absolutely convenient for me." This was his answer.

Uncle Wen didn't think about it, and gave the answer directly, "Okay."

"Fire all the servants at home tomorrow." He didn't want to see many people.

Uncle Wen didn't answer, and everything respected him.

When he was about to reach the living room, Uncle Wen said softly, "Mr. Mu, don't close yourself up, try to come out." He frowned slightly, and Mr. Mu seemed to be a different person during this time.

Mu Yijun pursed his thin lips lightly. He thought for a while and asked, "Can you understand what it's like to miss someone...you'll never see again?"

How do you know if you haven't experienced it?

Bitterness spread in Mu Yijun's heart, "You wish to be immersed in a dream, and once you wake up, you will feel that your entire heart has been hollowed out. This feeling is worse than death."

"..." Uncle Wen sympathized with him, but he couldn't help him, feeling powerless.

To get out of this kind of sad emotion, it takes not only time, but also another emotional sustenance.

This made Uncle Wen think of Tang Tang unconsciously. When Mr. Mu was with her, he was quite relaxed and happy.

But she took 12 days of annual leave, which is so long...

"Mr. Mu, each of us will have a very difficult time. If we can get through it, then our future life will suddenly become clear. Even if we can't make it through, time will teach you how to shake hands with them. Therefore, Mr. Mu, One day you will come out." There was a trace of unique tenderness in Uncle Wen's eyes, "No matter who it is, it will experience the pain of life and death, this is life."

When the two entered the living room, the corners of Mu Yijun's lips lifted slightly, "Okay, I understand, you should go to bed earlier."

"Aren't you going upstairs?" Uncle Wen saw him walking towards the bathroom on the first floor with his butterfly dog ​​in his arms.

He stopped, turned his eyes and said, "I'm going to take a bath for Lele."

"Let me wash it." He followed.

"no need."

Mu Yijun went into the bathroom, turned on the warm water, and started working.

"President Mu, let me come."

"It's really not necessary, you go to bed early, there will be an early meeting tomorrow."

But Uncle Wen didn't leave, he stood by the bathroom door to accompany him.

Mr. Mu is really a patient and warm man. Lele was put into the warm water. He gently washed it and put on some shower gel for dogs. Lele enjoyed it very much and closed his eyes trustingly.

"Uncle Wen, go to sleep first."

"I'll wait for you, I'm not sleepy anyway."

After bathing Lele, Mu Yijun personally dried it and carried it into the master bedroom.

This lovely dog ​​slept with him tonight.

The next morning.

Mu Yijun called all the housekeepers and cooks into the living room, paid each of them double wages, and then fired them.

Everyone understands the young master's feelings. In the past, the servants in the family took care of the seriously ill wife. Now that the wife is gone, the young master doesn't need so many people to wait on him.

And seeing them, it is always easy to think of the past.

He may need some quiet time.

Everyone said some farewell words, and the housekeeper even hugged him...

After everyone left, Uncle Wen drove him to the company. Mu Yijun sat in the co-pilot, and he turned his eyes to look out the window, a little distracted.

Today is another beautiful day, the wind and the sun are beautiful, and the budding buds outside the window are covered with crystal dew, which looks full of vitality.

The car drove towards Mu's Group.

The United States, New York, due to the time difference, it is already evening.

In Banpo Xiaozhu, Yang Tongtong was with Ning Yan in the living room and had just fed her milk.

Zhang Ling'er was busy in the kitchen and was used to living a pampered life. It was the first time she was cooking, and even though she was very careful, her hands were always scalded by the frying oil in the pan, but she refrained from talking about it.

She is in a much better mood these past few days. Of course, this is compared to before, when she really wanted to die.

The yard is small and the environment is quiet. She has never been in contact with the outside world, nor has she read the news on her mobile phone or computer.

There is a feeling of keeping one's ears out of the window, so the mentality will change accordingly.

She didn't know about Shen Yixia's death, but Yang Tongtong kept it a secret.

If she knew, she would probably go crazy.

Sons and daughters have flesh on the palms and backs of their hands.

Jiacheng, at noon...

In Yuanjiang County on the edge of the city, Tang Tang was helping her aunt look at a clothing store. She was dressed very plainly, a yellow T-shirt and a denim skirt, her hair was tied in a high ponytail, she was in a good mood, and she seemed to be chatting with customers. Very skilled, not at all like the little girl who looked back at the store.

(End of this chapter)