Famous family warm marriage: black-bellied husband can't afford to offend

Chapter 222 Are You Jealous? (4)

It would be great if I could find the one my mother liked before, but if I can't buy it, I can only choose what is available here.

Looking at the phonograph in front of her again, Mu Geunge went to the record section.

There are surprisingly many records.

There are songs and operas.

Of course, the quintessence of Peking Opera is among them.

Mu Geunge squatted down, rummaged through carefully, and relied on her memory to find the ones her mother liked the most back then.

At the same time, the ancient lane also ushered in two well-dressed men and women with outstanding looks.

Mu Jinrou never thought that there is such a world in Haicheng.

Looking at Mu Zekai with some surprise and surprise, "Brother, I didn't expect such a good place behind this bustling city."

It's also the first time for Mu Zekai to come here. Although Xu is a father, he has always loved these ancient things.

I heard my father mentioned this place before, but I never had the chance to come.Today, I have lived up to my father, who always remembers it in my heart.

"I'll go find the record that father likes, and you can shop around by yourself." Mu Jinrou nodded, and she was already walking towards the store she valued.

She has been in a depressed mood for the past few days because of the charity dinner, so she should relax after coming out today.

Looking at Mu Zekai, in the eyes of others, she is a shrewd and capable woman, but among the crowd who don't know her, she is just an ignorant little girl.

Human maturity seems to have nothing to do with age.

A young and beautiful face suddenly flashed in my mind.

Standing in the crowd, it is absolutely eye-catching, but it is daunting because of its deep thoughts.

A girl who is three years younger than Jinrou.What kind of experience made her feel more weather-beaten than an old man?

While thinking, Mu Zekai walked towards the shop called "Memories" that his father had mentioned.

Haicheng has entered autumn, without the heat of summer, the sun shining on the body only makes people feel lazy.

Mu Zekai walked into "Memories" under the light from the gap between the houses on both sides.

Compared with the shops seen earlier, the number of people in this shop is obviously much smaller.

There are only a few figures, and there are several rows of shelves in the middle, on which are various handcrafts.

Compared with the exquisite items in the mall, the ones here are particularly simple.

There are even many wooden crafts and iron crafts.

Mu Zekai watched aimlessly, passing through the long item display racks, his eyes swept privately, looking for what he wanted.

It was a place by the window, the glass was extremely bright, and sunlight penetrated the clean glass, casting misty light and shadow, and the matcha-colored figure was shrouded there by the halo.

The girl's back is facing away, she wears a brown cotton and linen dress, her long hair is braided on the side, revealing a little side face, and her lustrous and white nails are like high-grade fat jade. From time to time, she picks up a record to look at it, then puts it down again, and repeats...

That day——

Mu Zekai never expected to see such a painting.

The woman is quiet and beautiful, especially from the back, which makes people stop and stare.

Mu Ge chooses carefully, not knowing that at this moment, she has become a picture in the eyes of others.

When one hand was holding a record with her at the same time, Mu Geunge turned his eyes sideways and touched his face, astonishment flashed across his eyes.

"Mr. Mu."

Looking at Mu Zekai...

He was staring behind his back, but a desire that he didn't know about quietly arose in his heart. He obeyed his heart and placed it by the woman's side, but he failed to attract her attention as he wished.

In his 25 years of life, he has never played a prank.

But on this day, the little devil in Mu Zekai's heart emerged, and when the woman was going to get a record, she pinched the other side at the same time.

When the woman looked sideways, there seemed to be a seed buried silently in her heart.

"Mrs. Huo!" Mu Zekai was also stunned.

That day when the college met by chance, the woman was quiet; when the emperor met later, the woman was gentle; when I saw her today, she was like a white lotus blooming in the sky, so clean and beautiful that no one dared to desecrate her.

She seems to have thousands of faces, and every time she meets, she will give him a different feeling.

Mu Geunge smiled as he agreed, his eyes fell on the record he was holding, and he relaxed.

"Mr. Mu also likes to listen to Peking Opera?" Mu Geunge asked lightly while getting up.

Mu Zekai also stood up holding the record. Hearing this, he looked down at the black and white record, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said with a tactful smile: "My father likes it."

"My father also studied in University A when he was young. He has liked the products of this store since he was a student. He often heard it mentioned by his father when he was a child. Today I have time so I have a look." Mu Zekai handed her the record, "Huo Ma'am, your records."

Mu Ge shook his head, the corners of his mouth curled up happily, not only was it pleasing to the eye, but his heart felt warm, "No, Mr. Mu, take it."

Mu Zekai wasn't too polite, his father had a copy of this record, but it was broken by a servant who cleaned it before, but he didn't expect to find it all at once when he came here today.

"Then I won't be polite." Mu Zekai withdrew his hand, holding the record behind his back, "Few girls like to listen to this?"

This naturally refers to Peking Opera.

"I'm fine." Mu Geunge turned around, arched her body slightly and looked for it again, her beautiful eyebrows and eyes became more and more amazing under the sun, "Just like you, I am my mother who likes to listen to Peking Opera."

Mu Zekai didn't seem to expect this to happen, and then took out the record again, "Then this..."

Even if they were all bought for their parents, there is no reason to give them to him.

Moreover, he was originally "doing bad things" for this record, so he didn't want to get this one at first.Who knew it would be such a coincidence.

Mu Zhenge reached out to push the record back, raised her head and looked directly into his deep eyes, "This is not the one I want to give to my mother, so you don't have to worry about it."

Now that it's all about this, Mu Zekai doesn't delay any longer.

Holding the record, he asked, "Which one does Mrs. Huo want to find?"

Mu Zhenge flipped through the record in front of her, and replied casually, "Farewell My Concubine."

This is a famous song.

Mu Zekai also squatted down, instead of flipping through it like she did, squinting his eyes slightly, his sharp eyes swept lightly, touched a familiar corner, reached out to take it, and then handed it directly to Mu Zhenge, "This?"

Mu Ge followed the prestige, but it wasn't the "Farewell My Concubine" she had been looking for just now.

Just as I reached out to take it, before I could thank you, a voice came over even faster.

"Mrs. Huo, there is another gramophone you want." It was the boss's voice, and Mu Geunge's brows and eyes were unconsciously tinged with joy when he heard it.

I didn't expect it to exist.In fact, she just wanted to try her luck.

Some were overjoyed and hurried over, the boss saw it and said again and again: "Mrs. Huo, wait, wait for me to dust off the top."

Mu Zhenge stopped after hearing the words, and focused her eyes on the gramophone.

It is almost exactly the same as the one at home, but because it has been stacked in it all year round, it has accumulated a lot of dust.

(End of this chapter)