Chapter 1140 Time

Mu Zi went upstairs and returned to her room, but she didn't see Murong Cheng, she thought about it, then turned and went to the study.

The study room was dimly lit and filled with faint smoke.

Murong Cheng was sitting on the leather chair, with a cigarette between his fingers, his thin lips tightly pressed, his whole body was gloomy and depressed.

When he saw Mu Zi come in, he put out the cigarette in his hand, and then opened the window to let fresh air pour in, diluting the smell of smoke in the room.

"How's Mom?" he asked.

Mu Zi walked to his side, "It's okay, Aunt Qin said that the osmanthus flowers in the garden are blooming well, Mom followed Aunt Qin to pick the osmanthus flowers, and said to make osmanthus candy, it seems that she is in a good mood."

When Murong Cheng heard the words, he didn't speak, and silently looked out the window.

Outside the window is the lush green grass, and the well-built hedges. The hedges are attached to the towering courtyard wall. Outside the courtyard wall is the road. Behind the road is the woods. If you continue to look out, the lake behind the woods is sparkling.

Murong Cheng's eyes fell on that flickering emptiness.

Mu Zi held his arm and leaned against him gently.

Neither of them spoke.

After a long time, Mu Zi asked him aloud: "Do you know what color my mother likes the most?"

Murong Cheng looked down at her, puzzled why he asked this.

Mu Zi said: "Just now I suddenly realized that my mother always remembers what food I like to eat and what clothes I like to wear, but I don't know anything about her..."

She looked up at Murong Cheng, and smiled faintly: "It's very unfilial, isn't it?"

Murong Cheng's eyes narrowed deeply, "Zizi, what do you want to say?"

Mu Zi lowered her head and let out a light breath, "It's nothing... I just feel that there are some things that children can never give."

"Children can't give it... Mu Zichuan may not be able to give it!" Murong Cheng was suddenly furious.

He didn't want to get angry at Mu Zi, so he took a deep breath, but the burning pain in his lungs made his reason crack!

Murong Cheng slammed his fist on the cold window sill!

The sound was muffled, and the veins on the back of his hand were protruding.

Mu Zi's heart ached, she stretched out her hand to hold the fist, "Don't be like this..."

He was panting heavily and trembling slightly, "Anyone can...but it can't be him, absolutely not him!"

Mu Zi hugged his hand and said nothing, she was an outsider, maybe she could ignore it, but Murong Cheng couldn't ignore it.

Mu Zichuan is his brother, Bai Wei is his mother, his brother... and his mother! There is not only a shameful relationship between them, but also deception and deception that cannot be ignored!

Bai Wei was tricked by Mu Zichuan! Not voluntarily!

Even if she has feelings for Mu Zichuan now, who knows whether she is in love with Mu Zichuan or her husband?

Just like the former Master Mu, what kind of power does he have that made Bai Wei love him for so many years?

Is that really love? Or... just a habit? A layer of shackles?

The single-minded thought is deeply ingrained, Bai Wei dare not have other thoughts at all, who she really loves may only be known after her Feng Chen's memory is opened.

Mu Zi gently hugged Murong Cheng.

"Give Mom some time." Mu Zi murmured in a low voice, "Give yourself some time too...Murong Cheng, we all need time..."

All unsolvable problems are left to time.

...

At night, Mu Zi had a strange dream.

She dreamed that Bai Wei was getting old.

Like a momentary withering, wrinkles climbed onto her face, her eyeballs were cloudy, her hair was snow-white, her originally slender figure became thin and hunchbacked, and then she closed her eyes and died peacefully.

Mu Zi was taken aback, but the dream didn't end because she was also getting old.

Time flies, leading everyone towards the end of life, relatives and friends around her died one by one, Xiao Ya died, Sisi died, Murong Cheng also died, it seemed that she was left alone in the whole world.

She has become a very old old woman. The extra gift of time made her live to the end, but she was also tortured to the end, enduring the pain of parting again and again, and also endured the torment of loneliness.

Mu Zi woke up from the dream with tears all over her face.