Chapter 666 The Hypocritical Side
Insects sang everywhere at night, and the silver-white moonlight shone into the house, reflecting the mottled shadows of carved roses on the windows, like a magnificent woodcut engraving painted on the floor, with clear black and white and lingering flowers.
Muzi turned sideways cautiously, and touched the crutch beside the bed.
She sat up slowly, trying not to touch the wound on her thigh, and stood up with the help of crutches.
In fact, she can no longer use crutches, but although the surface of the wound has healed, the flesh inside has not grown well. Once she walks, the muscles there will be involved, and the pain will be severe.
Mu Zi was very afraid of pain, so she insisted on using crutches.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, the person sleeping under the bed woke up.
"Where are you going?" Murong Cheng opened his eyes.
"Hush..." Mu Zi put her finger on her lips, motioning him to whisper, "I'm going downstairs to the living room."
Murong Cheng got up upon hearing this, silently picked her up, and went straight downstairs.
He walked slowly, without making any sound, until he carried Mu Zi to the living room downstairs, and then asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do?"
Mu Zi said, "I'll burn some paper for Aunt Ruan."
She was used to calling Bai Wei's mother, and she couldn't open her mouth to call other women's mothers.
Murong Cheng was puzzled, "Why do you get up in the middle of the night to burn paper?"
Even so, he helped her take all the remaining paper money and ingots, and then carried her out.
Mu Zi burned the paper, and Murong Cheng accompanied him.
"Don't stand here..." Mu Zi pointed to the distance, "Go over there and wait."
Murong Cheng was displeased: "Am I not allowed to see people, or am I not allowed to see ghosts?"
He has been disliked by his own mother for the past few days, he is already frustrated, and now he is disliked by Mu Zi again, Murong Cheng can't bear it.
Muzi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and stretched out her hand to push him, "Hurry up, I'll talk to Aunt Ruan for a while, I'll be embarrassed if you stay here."
Knowing that Mu Zi was shy, Murong Cheng felt a little more balanced.
"Don't take too long." Murong Cheng said, and then walked a little further.
Tonight's moon is big and bright, and the moonlight is cold, reminding Mu Zi of the night when she died.
She burned a lot of paper money for Ruan Li.
"...I'm really sorry. I'm not your daughter. Mu Zi is no longer alive. She, like you, chose to commit suicide...She had a bad life and lived in pain every day...Death may be a blessing to her. This kind of relief." Mu Zi whispered, whispering, "Bai Wei treats her very well, but they don't have the fate of mother and daughter, I hope people will have a next life and don't suffer any more in the next life..."
The fire light reflected on her face, flickering on and off, setting off a gloomy and sad look.
She told Ruan Li intermittently everything she knew about Mu Zi, even if she knew, it was impossible for Ruan Li to hear it.
After burning the paper for Ruan Li, she burned another pile of paper money.
This time it was for the original Muzi.
"...I have kept all your things well, but I washed off the paintings on the wall. That was too scary... The man you liked accidentally fell to his death, and died under the window of your room... ...Unfortunately, I didn't know you earlier, and I don't know what your wish is, otherwise I should try my best to help you realize your wish. It seems too late to say this now."
She babbled a lot, until the fire was about to go out, and she said "I'm sorry" with great regret.
Sorry for taking up your body.
I'm sorry, I want to rewrite your life...
Murong Cheng came over and hugged her, with a harsh tone: "Everyone is dead, what else is there to talk about, and people may not be able to hear a word after a long talk."
"You don't understand." Mu Zi said earnestly, "Some things are actually for myself to hear. Only when I say them will I feel at ease."
If you do something wrong and say sorry, it seems that you can be forgiven in your heart. This may be the hypocrisy of human nature.
Mu Zi rested her head on Murong Cheng's chest, thinking: So I'm quite hypocritical.