I Love My Sweet Neighbor

Yun Zhuran felt weightlessness. This feeling, Yun Zhuran, who had been feeling dizzy in the car, was not actually feeling dizzy.

Early looked down at the small house through the small window as if he didn't feel anything.

"Mom, these are like toys." The children were filled with curiosity about everything. Looking at such a strange scene, Early also became a hundred thousand why.

Mom, why are those people so young? Are they from the fairytale world?"

"Mom, what's the white stuff around us?"

"We are on a plane now. A plane is a means of transportation in the sky." Yun Zhuran held Early in his arms and explained patiently.

"Transportation means cars, steamers, whatever. In the sky is planes."

"Are we in the sky now?" Early tugged at Yun Zhuran's sleeve and said.

"Yes, we are in the sky now. The white things around us are the clouds that you can see every day."

The mother and son on the plane meant to each other that the mother was talking about things that the child did not know, and the child was listening quietly. The warm scene was frozen.

Mu Qingtian sat in the car and did not speak. Mu Huanjiang had nothing to say in such a low pressure.

Looking at Mu Qingtian beside him, Mu Huanjiang really didn't know what to say, and the man really didn't know how to comfort others.

"Where are you going?"

"Take me home." Mu Qingtian did not turn around, looked out the window and said that he was going to leave too. With the sea of people, he did not want to stay any longer.

"Huan Jiang, I want to discuss something with you." It took Mu Qingtian a long time to say it.

"Okay, where are we going? Let's go to your house." Mu Huanjiang didn't think too much.

Mu Qingtian took a bottle of wine and stood beside Mu Huanjiang.

"Qingtian, what's wrong with you?" Mu Huanjiang felt more and more that something was wrong with Mu Qingtian and began to worry. Indeed, he understood the importance of Yun Zhuran in Mu Qingtian's heart. Now that Yun Zhuran left without a word, it was a big blow to Mu Qingtian, but what could Yun Zhuran do? What else could he do?

Mu Qingtian looked at Mu Huanjiang. "I just want to drink. Will you accompany me?"

"Yes, yes, of course." Mu Huanjiang thought for a moment. It was better to watch Mu Qingtian go crazy.

After three rounds of drinking.

In fact, it was Mu Qingtian who was drinking all the time, and Mu Huanjiang almost didn't drink a cup.

"Huan Jiang, I feel like I've been living in someone else's world all my life." Mu Qingtian finally got what he wanted. He really needed to get drunk now. Before that, he had been suppressing his emotions as if he had to be normal, but his heart, when Yun Zhuran left, was no longer there.

What else could he call himself?

Mu Qingtian's eyes were red as if they were about to burst into tears.

"Qingtian, don't do this." Mu Huanjiang knew how difficult it was for Mu Qingtian to live. Mu Qingtian was responsible for all the big and small things in the Mu family, and Mu Qingtian was responsible for all the things.

"Why do I have to help with everything? Why do I have to listen to Yun Zhuran if they don't let me be with him? Why do they want me to marry Long Yue? I really want to marry Long Yue." Mu Qingtian held the bottle and lowered his eyes, as if he were crying silently.

"Qingtian, calm down." Mu Huanjiang knew these things. Mu Qingtian's heart was a knot, as if it could never be untied, but Mu Huanjiang also knew that only one person could untie these knot, the knot alive, was Yun Zhuran.

"I really don't want Yun Zhuran to take Early alone. Yun Zhuran can't take care of herself.. Why!" The bottle in Mu Qingtian's hand fell to the ground and the glass shattered.

"Qingtian, even if this is the case now, Yun Zhuran will not come back. All the Shanghai you gave him is still there. I can allow you to vent anything. You do need to vent, but I believe you can pull yourself together." Mu Huanjiang was a little angry.

Mu Qingtian did not speak. He lowered his head and did not speak again. His eyes were hurt.

"Mu Qingtian, Yun Zhuran was injured here, you know!" Mu Huanjiang still couldn't bear to see Mu Qingtian like this. She was Yun Zhuran's brother-in-law after all. When she saw Yun Zhuran outside the window, watching Mu Qingtian and another woman in a wedding dress, watching this Mu Qingtian, she really wanted to fight with her.

Mu Huanjiang admitted that at that moment, he felt that the Mu family did not have a number one thing, even including this Mu Qingtian, is not a good thing.

His impression of the Mu family was doomed to be bad from the moment he was born.

But only this Mu Qingtian made me feel at home, but at that moment, I really wanted to tear Mu Qingtian apart.

Mu Huanjiang, get Mu Qingtian up from the ground.

"Mu Qingtian, who do you think will pity you for being such a ghost? Me? Or Yun Zhuran? I'll tell you, no!" Mu Huanjiang was really angry. Looking at Mu Qingtian like this reminded him of his sad childhood. Every time, it was the cute kid who made people like him. It was always the crying kid who was wronged.

Why are these strong children destined to be the children whose songs are always under them?

Mu Qingtian wasn't talking, and Huan Jiang knew he was a little impulsive, so Mu Qingtian put it down.

"Think about it for yourself. Think about what you should do and how you can make up for your own sins. I have nothing to say." Mu Huanjiang then left the room.

After a little drinking, Mu Huanjiang didn't drive and was not in a good mood, so he sat down directly in the neighborhood.

Yun Zhuran was a woman she admired very much. She was so strong that she seemed to be the same person she used to be. She never gave up and never cried.

To be honest, I used to have some feelings of admiration for Yun Zhuran, but I killed it long ago.

Yun Zhuran's departure was actually a good thing in Mu Huanjiang's eyes, so that everyone could gradually return to their own lives.

It was said that Yun Zhuran was cruel and left without saying hello to anyone who cared about him, but Mu Huanjiang knew that Yun Zhuran was protecting these people.

Parting is always sad, so leave it to yourself.