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Mu Zichuan suddenly stopped. Yang Ruoqing walked too fast and was too busy talking and organizing words in her mind.
Without warning, it hit his back directly.
"Ouch!"
She rubbed her forehead and took two steps back.
Muzichuan had turned around, his eyes and brows full of anger.
"Can we stop talking about this topic?" He asked in a deep voice, suppressing his anger when he heard this tone.
Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment and looked at him in confusion.
He said: "Do you really don't understand or are you pretending not to understand?"
"Do you have to let me say it?"
"The reason why I haven't gotten married at this age is because there is a person living here."
He threw the umbrella in his hand to the ground, raised his hand and pointed to the left side of his heart.
"In your opinion, perhaps starting a family means finding a similar woman to sleep with, eat, and have children with."
"As long as it's about the same, we can make do with it."
"But, in my opinion, my life and my other half cannot be compromised."
"Because of you, because I met you first and fell in love with you before that, so you have become the only reason why I can't make do with you in this life."
"Now, do you understand?"
He said sentence after sentence, questioning her one after another.
That look saw the heat, desire, and deep obsession in her soul.
The loss and unwillingness to get what you want but not get.
Her mind went blank, and her ears were buzzing.
She took a deep breath, turned around and ran over there to pick up the umbrella that was about to be blown away by the wind.
"Are you sick?" She frowned and stared at him.
"Even if the bull hits the wall, he knows how to turn around. You and I only had a little relationship when we were children. Why do you want to get so deep into the bull's horn?"
Yang Ruoqing asked, opening the umbrella and stuffing it back into his hand.
"After so many years, my love for you has never changed." Mu Zichuan said again.
These words were originally meant to continue to rot in my stomach and let them ferment.
But today, it was all about talking about it, and he wanted to go all out to say it happily.
"I know that you are Feng Tang's wife and the mother of my child. Even if I like you again, I will never have the chance to be together in this life."
"I never feel that I am inferior to Feng Tang. My efforts are no less than his."
"He is a general, and I am the third flower. I have a place among the array of princes, nobles, civil and military ministers in the court."
"The only thing where he is better than me, or the only thing where he is luckier than me, is that he has your favor..."
"Muzichuan!"
Yang Ruoqing interrupted him impatiently.
"Can you please stop mentioning those old sesame and rotten millet things in the past? Can you please stop complaining and blaming others?"
"You have never been involved in the ups and downs that Tang Yazi and I have experienced together, so you don't understand our feelings at all."
"I am now the wife of Tang Yazi, Mrs. Luo, and the mother of two children."
"I am not standing in this wind and snow today to listen to your confession."
"I was entrusted by your mother to come here to talk to you. If you listen to your mother's voice, you will be calm when you go back and plan the rest of your life seriously."
"If you still insist on being stubborn, you have to raise me, Yang Ruoqing, so high, and you will miss your life because of me."
"Then I'm sorry, I won't bear the blame, and I can't bear it either."
"I don't have the ability to clone myself. My feelings, body, marriage, and the rest of my life are all left to Tang Yazi."
"I am very happy and satisfied now. As a friend and your mother's goddaughter, I kindly and sincerely advise you to get married as soon as possible and live a normal life. I don't deserve it and I don't need you to be alone for me. A life of loneliness.”
"I'll take this umbrella away first, and I'll ask my sister Xiaohua to deliver it to your house tomorrow. You can go back, I don't need you to deliver it!"
After saying this, Yang Ruoqing turned around and left, never looking back.
Muzichuan didn't call her. He stood there, watching her figure walking faster and faster, and finally just running, his hands hanging down feebly.
The umbrella was blown away by the strong wind again, and snowflakes fell on the top of his hair and shoulders.
He just stood like this, watching her disappear.
But he stood there like a clay sculpture, unable to regain consciousness for a long time.
Widow Liu had prepared dinner, but Mu Zichuan had not returned. The woman was a little worried, so she hurried out to look for her without even taking off her apron.
On the way, he met Mu Zichuan who was like a zombie. Widow Liu shouted to him from a distance, but he ignored her.
He lowered his head and looked at his feet.
Until Widow Liu came to him and hugged his arm, "Zichuan, what are you doing to my child? Why don't you answer my mother's call?"
Mu Zichuan just raised his head and looked at Widow Liu, his gaze was straight, and the light in his eyes seemed to be taken away.
Widow Liu was even more worried, "My child, what's wrong with you? Tell your mother!"
Mu Zichuan raised his hand and held Widow Liu's hand, his eyes passing over the new strands of white hair on the woman's temples.
"Mom, these years have made you tired. From now on, my son will respect you well," he said.
"Ah?" Widow Liu was startled.
Mu Zichuan continued: "Mom, I will take you to the capital after the New Year, and you can help me choose my favorite daughter-in-law, okay?"
Widow Liu thought she had heard wrongly, but when she realized it, her whole body was shaking with excitement, and her mouth was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth.
"Really? Zichuan? You didn't say that on purpose to make your mother happy, did you?"
Mu Zichuan shook his head, "It's true. After the New Year, we will go to the capital together."
"I will let go of the past, have a good family, and live a good life."
"Okay, okay, in the past few years since you passed the imperial examination that year, my mother has been the happiest with this one."
"Come on, let's go back quickly. I want to have a good talk with your father at the memorial tablet so that he can be happy too."
Widow Liu pulled Mu Zichuan and walked quickly towards home.
When Mu Zichuan saw the smile on the woman's face, the corners of his eyes became moist, and guilt surged in his heart.
He turned his head, quietly wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, and once again glanced at the road behind him at the entrance of the village.
Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it.
Qinger, from this moment on, please forgive me for gradually letting go of you and downplaying you.
Mu Zichuan turned around and his steps became firmer.
However, at this moment, if he could predict what would happen next, he would know,
In this world, what you can't get is always the best and what you miss the most.
He would not have predicted that a legendary prime minister would appear in the history of Daqi.
He is full of knowledge, talent and good looks.
He was once a popular man in the streets and alleys of Beijing, but because of a woman, he never married...
In the end, he failed to cross his own heart.
After all, I live a lonely life with no regrets.
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