Chapter 508

The bright moon lights up the Mujia cemetery. From time to time, there is a gust of wind blowing through the cemetery. The rows of trees in the cemetery sway slightly and emit sharp whistling sounds. It seems very strange in the silent night.

The cemetery is very quiet, with only a few frogs chirping one after another, echoing with the breeze for a long time in the cemetery.

Muyu has been living in the cemetery like the Mu family these days, but the Muyu family hasn't found it. He often silently watched the fallen man, the dim wood folding star drinking wine.

He didn't know what to think of the fallen man.

Muzhexin seldom stayed with his family after he came to the cemetery. Instead, he was always in front of a tomb. He often sat there for several hours without moving.

The tomb is very simple. There is no magnificent marble carving, nor any solemn tombstone. There is only one earthen bun, which is covered with weeds. In front of it is a slightly old wooden stele with three words: bamboo and autumn.

It is the tomb of Muyu's mother.

This tomb is totally different from the other tombs of the dead ancestors of the Mu family. It has no solemn appearance. It seems that it is made of grass without any decoration. It seems that it is not a member of the Mu family at all.

Mu family has no money to buy wine for mu Zhexing, but mu Zhexing always goes out alone every day. When he comes back, he will hold the wine jar and pour himself. No one knows where he got the money to buy wine, and no one has time to take care of him.

After he came back, he sat in front of Zhu Qiuqi's tomb and drank wine. He looked at the three words on the wooden tablet in a daze. He also slept here at night. Muxin, who was most concerned about the fourth uncle, would deliver three meals a day.

Muyu has no feelings for his own father, because there is no intersection between them. Muyu often looks like a passer-by looking at the wood folding star. He is very strange to the man who should be close to him.

In Mu Yu's heart, his father is always the dead tree evergreen, not this intoxicated wood folding star.

The night wind rustled through the bushes in the cemetery, and heavy and slow footsteps came slowly along the path.

The old figure of wooden crane gradually appears in Mu Yu's vision. His steps are very vicissitudes, and each step on the ground makes people sad. The wooden family no longer exists. In just a few days, he has become very old, not in the state of old days.

He went to the wood folding star and sat down.

The wooden crane stares at the three words of Zhu Qiuqi, and some strange looks appear on his old face. Unlike other tombstones around her, Zhu Qiuqi's tombstone has only three words, no other description and no identification.

Muyu lies on a thick poplar branch not far away, also staring at the tombstone of zhuqiuqi in a daze.

They looked at the tombstone like this, and no one spoke.

In the tomb lies Muyu's mother, who has never met before. Sitting in front of the tombstone are Muyu's father and grandfather. This is a very strange picture.

It's strange, but it's taken for granted.

For a long time, the wooden crane stood up with his hands on the ground. Muyu thought he was going to leave, but he suddenly knelt down on the tombstone of zhuqiuqi!

That kneeling, even Mu Yu was stunned!

Does the wooden crane kneel down to the dead bamboo Qiuqi?

That's a man whose face is more important than his life. How could he kneel down to his daughter-in-law whom he didn't admit at all?

Mu Yu looked at the figure with some rickets, and suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion from the bottom of his heart.

Is that really a stubborn wooden crane?

"It's dad's fault to break the star." The wood Sky Crane is full of melancholy, "If father is not too concerned about his face, you will not be like this. Zhu Qiuqi is a good girl. My father should not have broken you up for his own face

Mu Tianhe looked up at the moon in the sky and sighed: "Xiao Hao has always worshipped his brother Muyu, but today he told me that he no longer wanted Muyu to help us. He wanted to rely on himself. Xiao Hao is such a small child who knows how to give up his persistent things. What can't be left behind after his father has lived most of his life? "

Mu Zhexing's body was trembling slightly. He was still staring at his wife's tombstone and did not turn to look at his father.

To see the father he didn't admit at all.

Muyu is quietly staring at the two people in the distance, staring at the two relatives he does not recognize.

The wood folding star buried his face in the shadow of the moonlight. No one knew his expression at the moment. The wind was blowing through the corner of his coat and hunting.

Mu Tianhe is staring at the moon in the sky, his eyes become very muddy, like a helpless old man silently repenting for his behavior.

He always wanted face when he was young. For the sake of those unnecessary faces, he personally buried his son's happiness and made his family broken. Even the grandson who should have called him grandfather disappeared.

After all, it was his grandson, but he didn't know whether it was a boy or a girl, not even his son. This is a ridiculous crime, because face, he deprives a child of the right to be hugged by his parents.He knew that the disciple of Zhenshen was Muyu, and he was probably his grandson. But his self-esteem made him not want to go to Muyu for help. Mu Hao is right. At the beginning, he abandoned his son and grandson. Why should people help him now?

"I made everything in the wooden family today, because I value face too much and do one wrong thing after another. I apologize to you. I have thought about it. I will go to Mr. Yan tomorrow and start as a steward. I can't watch you suffer with me any more. I should learn to let go. Living is the most important thing. "

He understood this, but the wooden family had already perished.

The wooden crane slowly stood up. It seemed that he spent a lot of energy when he stood up, which made him even pant.

Muyu suddenly realized that he was so old.

The back of the wooden crane is bleak and old in the moonlight. The wind from the cemetery blows on him, making his figure look very thin. It seems that he will be blown to the ground next moment.

This should have been a hateful old man, but mu Yu's heart gave birth to a strange feeling for him.

Mu Yu's heart was touched by the wooden crane, which put down his face.

"Qiuqi's tombstone is too discordant. You can change Qiuqi's tombstone sometime! We set up tombstones in the way of our wooden family, just like the tombstones around us. "

The wooden crane's voice was a little hoarse, and then he walked away with a halting pace. His figure dragged very long in the moonlight, like a bamboo pole, and gradually disappeared at the end of the path.

Because of his own face, he never admitted the daughter-in-law of Zhu Qiuqi. Zhu Qiuqi was buried in the Mu family's mausoleum, but only because of a little bit of guilt and concession made it possible for her to be buried here. However, he did not allow zhuqiuqi's tombstone to have the same mark as other dead wooden family members. He only allowed muzhexing to engrave "zhuqiuqi".

Therefore, Zhu Qiuqi's tomb has always been incompatible with the rest of the wooden family.

The wooden crane suddenly felt that it was time to correct the disharmony and make the whole cemetery no longer have special graves.

When the wooden crane came, muzhe star was indifferent, until the moment when he knelt down, his body trembled slightly. When the wooden crane said to change the tombstone of Zhu Qiuqi into the style of Mu family, Mu zhe Xing was already full of tears.

He knew that his father finally recognized the identity of Zhu Qiuqi, and he waited for this moment for 18 years!

Mu Tianhe broke up their husband and wife. Eighteen years ago, Zhu Qiuqi abandoned Mu Yu, who was about to be two years old, and came back alone to find her husband. But soon she died of depression.

The so-called inharmonious tombstone has existed for 18 years. For 18 years, Mu Tianhe refused to correct this disharmony until today!

Mu Zhexing reached out and gently stroked the three words on the tombstone, shaking all over his body. He seemed to be talking to himself and talking to a tombstone. His voice seemed so desolate in the cemetery.

"Before, when I was drinking, you would come and grab my wine jar in a rage, and you wouldn't let me get drunk. Once I drink, you will always hold my ear. But now that I've been drinking for 20 years, you've never robbed my wine jar. I've been drunk for 20 years, and you don't come to pull my ear. Why don't you care about me? " Murmured the wood folding star.

Mu Zhexing was forced to leave his wife two years later, and he was drunk for two years. After Zhu Qiuqi came back, he thought he would always be able to stay with his wife. However, Zhu Qiuqi soon died, and he was intoxicated again for 18 years.

He had always imagined that Zhu Qiuqi would come to take charge of him, but the girl he loved had already left.

When she left, he could get drunk without fear, but he couldn't wake up again.

But when did he get drunk?

"I've always been sober. I've drunk so much since you left, but I've never been drunk. Because you don't make me drunk. Everyone has advised me to wake up, but I've never been drunk. How can I be sober? " Wooden folding star's face showed a silly smile.

Never drunk, how to be sober?

He didn't dare to get drunk because his wife wouldn't let him get drunk. But he wanted to drink, because only in this way would his wife take care of him.

But after so many years of waiting, his wife could no longer control him.

But he suddenly understood something today.

"I'll never touch wine again." Mu Zhexing stood up and stroked the three words, "he admitted that we are two. You are my wife and a member of my family. The wooden family should have the form of a wooden family, and the wooden tablet does not need to exist."

The wooden tablet in the hand of Mu Zhexing suddenly turned into powder and drifted away with the wind. He still refused to forgive the wooden crane, and even his father was unwilling to say anything.

"You wait for me here."

Mu zhexin took a deep look at his wife's grave, then rose directly into the sky, left the cemetery, disappeared in the vast night, and did not know where to go.

He's going to correct his wife's name.Muyu looks at the far away back of muzhe star, and looks at the rickety figure of wooden sky crane. It seems that a ridge has passed in his heart.

One is an irresponsible father, the other is a face saving grandfather, he has always wanted to find an answer from these two people, an answer to let him.

Tonight, he seems to have found it.

"Muyu, wooden crane, is this an explanation for you?" Long Teng asked.

Muyu didn't answer it, just lying on the top of the tree. The branches around him moved gently and swayed happily around his body.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, he found that the moon tonight seemed to be extremely round.

What can I do for you?

The moon shines in the Mu family's cemetery, dispelling the haze, making the dead cemetery more angry.

Muyu reached out and touched a yellow leaf. The withered leaf that should have fallen suddenly began to turn green and full of vitality, celebrating its rebirth in the night wind.

Muyu smiles, he can let the dead leaves have a life again, naturally can also let a family of extinction stand up again.

He said that the moment when he put down his family's face was yanmu.

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