Chapter 954

With the answer of Mu Xue, Mu Qiu starts to find his father again. He first comes to Mu's old house and wants to go to the room where his father used to live. Maybe there will be some clues.

My father's room has not been occupied for a long time. Even if there are servants cleaning it regularly, it is still a little less popular.

There are many kinds of books in the room. It can be seen that my father must have been a man of erudition and talent at that time. He gradually drew a picture of an elegant scholar in his mind.

Looking carefully, eager to see something about the diary and so on, he finally found it. However, the diary was locked, and he didn't know the password, so he had to take a chance.

The first is my father's birthday. I tried, but I was wrong. It's wrong to lose his own birthday again. Then it was my mother's birthday. It was open. He should have thought that his father loved his mother so much.

Slowly open the old diary, the above diary is from the meeting mother began to write.

September 1, 1978

Today is the opening day of the University, I am full of expectations to walk alone on the road of reporting, I worked hard for three years, and finally admitted to my dream school, everything is the ideal.

When I signed up, I saw a girl, a very beautiful girl, she has a lot of temperament. I could see it at a glance in the crowd. I couldn't help looking at her more.

After that, nothing special happened. After the report, I left school. I didn't choose to live in school. After all, it's not as free as outside school.

September 3, 1978

Today is the time of formal class, I found that the girl with temperament and I are in the same class, she and her friends around are talking, don't know what to say, looks very happy.

I looked at her smile, but also can't help mouth slightly up, it's really a pleasant morning, I think.

When I introduced myself, I paid special attention to her name, Qiumo, which is also very nice. When it was my turn to introduce myself, I took a look at her as if I could make her pay attention to me and remember me.

September 30, 1978

National Day is coming soon. I will not see her for a week, so I am not happy. I may like her, I realize.

Never like a girl, I don't know what to do, so I asked a good friend for help. He didn't look surprised when he heard that I liked the girl.

Don't you believe it? I asked him, and he said he had guessed it long ago. As far as my usual performance is concerned, a fool can see it. Am I that obvious? Others have guessed it. Has she also guessed it?

I suddenly feel a little flustered. If she guesses it, but refuses to give me a response, is it that she indirectly refuses me?

October 1, 1978

Today is the first day of the holiday. I miss her so much. If only I could find her. Or you'd better go and tell her earlier so that you can see her every day.

I told my friend about my early confession, but he didn't agree with me. He said that I would take advantage of the holiday and let me have a good look at my heart. Maybe I just like her. If you really fall in love with her, it's not too late to advertise after class.

I think about it, OK!

There was a lot of ink on the exclamation mark behind. My father must have been very tangled at that time.