MTL - Not Spare the Years-Chapter 60

Time flies.

In a flash, five days passed.

Mu Guocheng had already helped Mu Xueyi to buy a plane ticket and packed his luggage. In another day, she will embark on an unfamiliar flight to the city in the north where it is snowing heavily.

Jining.

After that day, she could no longer contact Zhou Zhenyue.

In the past few days, every day she ate, slept, and read, the last words Zhou Zhenyue left her were echoing back and forth in her mind.

- I'd rather...you never like me again.

When Mu Xueyi thought of this sentence, she trembled in pain.

Is this a breakup?

She doesn't understand.

After all, they never got back together. Even if they are separated, they can't use the word "break up".

Although she was in pain, she also knew that when A Yue said these words, the pain in her heart would never be less than her own.

In the previous life, Zhou Zhenyue could choose to end her life because they could no longer be together. Her love for her is engraved into the bone marrow, and she will never change. How could she casually ask her to stop liking her?

However, she would rather she never like herself again, and also want her to live in peace.

When Ayue said this...

It must be the same heart as his own.

Mu Xueyi knew it.

She knew that Ayue felt bad for her.

She also felt sorry for Ayue.

It is because of this that there is absolutely no turning back on this road.

She was sitting on the bay window, with the mobile phone Zhou Zhenyue brought her on her knees.

It was raining lightly outside the window, and the glass was covered with thin rain threads like silver needles. The wind blew in from the gap of the window, and lifted the corner of the gauze tied around her neck.

The severed finger just connected is like a child pulling a hook, straight up, poking the screen with his index finger, and slowly editing the text of the text message.

["Ayue, I'm going to Jining. Jining's Songjin District, Changhu Mountain, the hot spring villa on the mountain."]

["I heard that it is snowing there. I like snow very much, and there is a snow in my name, but it's a pity that I was born in a southern city like Anyang, and I have never seen snow. I'm going to see snow for the first time, I didn't watch it with you."]

["Ayue, I'm sorry."]

With a swipe of her fingertips, she flipped up, she had already sent several pages of messages to Zhou Zhenyue, but she always spoke to herself and could not get a reply.

Every time she sent a text message, it ended with "Ayue, I'm sorry".

Looking carefully, I have already said "I'm sorry" eighteen times.

... eighteen times.

Mu Xueyi smiled thinly and put away the phone.

She sorted out her thoughts, remembered what she had not done today, took out the mobile phone that Mu Guocheng gave her, and made a call.

"Ge Wei Nong, come up."

She is no longer grounded, and Mu Guocheng said that the future heir to the Mu family will naturally go wherever he wants.

Ge Weinong quickly went upstairs, opened the door, and bowed his head respectfully: "Mr. Mu, what are your orders?"

After being in contact with Ge Weinong for a few days, Mu Xueyi found out that this is a woman who is more sultry and cold than Zhou Zhenyue. Very reticent, if she didn't ask, Ge Weilong would never say anything. She has a cold face every day, just like the whole world owes her money.

Mu Xueyi deliberately used the title to embarrass her: "...Didn't my father say that my family is called Second Miss, and I am called Xiao President Mu when I go out?"

Gradwin: "Yes, sorry."

"You can remember everything that Dad personally told you to do. Can you understand what I told you to do another day?"

"...I can, don't worry."

"Then you say, should you call me Mr. Mu, or the second miss?"

"…"

Ge Wei Nong buried her face so low that she couldn't see her expression clearly.

"I listen to you," she said solemnly.

"Okay. No matter where you are in the future, I'll be called Second Miss." Mu Xueyi raised her hand, crossed her little finger, and closed the window tightly, "I haven't touched a single thing in the company, so what is the name of Mr. Mu. "

Ge Weinong bowed his head: "Okay, Second Miss."

Mu Xueyi snorted and said, "I'm leaving tomorrow. Before I leave, I want to see my sister. Do you know which mental hospital my sister is in?"

"I know." Ge Weinong nodded, "But President Mu told you that you are not in good health and have been abused by the eldest lady. Let me pay attention and try to avoid your contact with the eldest lady."

Mu Xueyi did not answer, and was silent for a while.

After a long time, she looked up at Ge Wei Nong and said softly, "A Nong."

When Ge Weinong heard Mu Xueyi calling her like that, he hurriedly lowered his head deeper: "I don't dare."

Mu Xueyi was expressionless, "I'm very curious, are you now mine or my father's?"

Ge Weilong: "...I am naturally the second lady."

Mu Xueyi stared at her, "The second miss wants to see the eldest miss now, do you have any objection?"

Ge Weinong's nails sank into the palm of his hand, "You're too serious, I don't dare."

Mu Xueyi: "Well. Then come here and carry me."

Ge Weinong stepped forward, bent over, and carried Mu Xueyi on his back.

Before she became Mu Guocheng's assistant, she was a bodyguard, but she was promoted to assistant because of her rather cold face. The person looked like a glamorous vase, but he was actually very capable of hitting. He was tall and long, lean and powerful. When he carried Mu Xueyi on his back, every step was solid and steady.

She carried her downstairs, helped her into a wheelchair, and pushed her into the car.

Then, drive to the city mental hospital where Mu Ruqing is located.

mental hospital.

As soon as you enter the door, you are greeted by a gloomy atmosphere.

Ge Weilong had never been in a mental hospital before, and when he looked around, he accidentally made his wheelchair roll a little pebbles. The entire wheelchair turned around with Mu Xueyi.

She quickly retracted her attention, "I'm sorry, Second Miss."

Mu Xueyi didn't care much, she was also looking at the environment here.

I don't know why, although the structure and buildings here are similar to other hospitals, I just feel stuffy and can't breathe.

In the corner of the yard, the few unknown big trees that had not yet produced new leaves were showing their teeth and claws, as if they were going to eat people.

The difference between a mental hospital and an ordinary hospital is that the corridors of the ordinary hospital are clean and unprotected. On both sides of the corridor of the mental hospital, where it connects with the stairs, is a heavy and depressing iron gate.

In a way, this is no different from prison.

Prison at least has a clear sentencing.

And here...

When will it be cured, who can say?

The doctor received them and prepared a separate meeting room for them. It is also like a prison visit, with an iron fence in the middle. The patient is over there, and the family is here.

After Mu Xueyi sat down, she waved her hand and told Ge Weinong and the other nurses to go out.

Mu Ruqing sat beside the iron fence, her hair disheveled and lifeless.

She has been in a daze ever since she entered this door. After sitting in the chair, she was still in a daze, her eyes were fixed, and she didn't know what she was looking at.

"Mu Ruqing," Mu Xueyi called her, "I'm here to see you."

Mu Ruqing regained her senses, and her eyes finally focused on Mu Xueyi's face.

After a long while, she raised her lips and smiled: "You got your wish, and I finally... live a life where people are not people and ghosts are not ghosts."

The smile on her lips suddenly became a bit bitter, and she muttered to herself, "I should have known that, the man who clings to and flattered for the sake of profit will one day, because of profit... , throw it away."

Mu Xueyi knew that she was talking about Mu Guocheng.

Mu Ruqing raised her head and sighed and smiled.

"It really does answer that sentence. All the gifts from fate have already been secretly...the price has been marked."

She was silent for a while, as if there were tears in her eyes, and there was a choked grunt in her throat:

"I'm already like this, it's impossible to go out again, Wanwan's whereabouts... If you don't want to say it, don't say it. I just beg you, tell me, is she... how is she doing now?"

Mu Xueyi's index finger was curled into the palm of his hand, his throat moved up and down, swallowing the unnatural emotions.

"She is living abroad now and is doing well. She sent me a photo two days ago. In the photo, she is feeding pigeons on the park square in the evening, wearing a beige scarf and a long grey plaid skirt. She holds a Pigeon, looking at the camera, smiling happily."

Mu Ruqing smiled with tears in her eyes: "You mean...leave me, she is also doing well?"

Mu Xueyi did not speak.

The acquiescence of not speaking is already the greatest kindness she can give.

Mu Ruqing laughed, with a very grim smile, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Hahahahaha..."

"It turns out that she can live well without me..."

"It turns out that my existence has never meant anything to this world..."

She laughed like she was really crazy, tearing up, hoarse, and pulling the restraint chain on her body with a shrill metallic sound.

Mu Xueyi looked at her and suddenly couldn't remember what she was going to do today.

things to do...

What to say...

It seems to have been forgotten all at once.

She called her softly:

"Mu Ruqing."

Mu Ruqing laughed frantically, talking to herself while laughing and talking to herself that others couldn't understand.

She called her again:

"elder sister."

The other party still ignored her, and almost rolled to the ground with laughter.

Mu Xueyi clenched the armrest of the chair, and unconsciously curled up her little finger, which had not recovered, and a tingling pain penetrated into the brain from the root of the finger.

She suddenly realized very clearly that she had ruined a person's life with her own hands.

No matter whether this person is bad or ruthless, whether he deserves it or deserves it, his whole life has been ruined by her hands.

She lowered her head and looked at her hands. While in plaster cast, while bandaged.

Gypsum is white.

The bandage is clean.

But it seemed to be covered with muddy and dirty ashes and blood.

The smell of disinfectant from the hospital collided in the nasal cavity, her sister's crazy laughter, the screams of other mentally ill patients outside, and the sound of medical utensils touching her ears, as if the tip of a fingernail was scratching the glass surface, which made life out of life. The urge to vomit.

Mu Xueyi's chin trembled slightly and shouted loudly:

"Anon!"

Ge Weinong, who was waiting outside the door, quickly came in and said with his hands down, "Second Miss."

Mu Xueyi closed his eyes: "Let's go."

Gravinong: "Yes."

The meeting ended much sooner than expected.

Ge Weinong pushed Mu Xueyi out of the meeting room without stopping, went downstairs, passed through the more gloomy courtyard in the twilight, and exited the gate.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Mu Xueyi looked back at the dark building and listened to the faint sounds from inside.

She pursed her lips tightly, her lips turning white.

I couldn't help but ask myself.

Where is the bottom line of revenge?

A man with no bottom line...

What's the difference with these lunatics?

The evening wind was blowing, mixed with a little rain that suddenly floated, piercing the skin like needles.

Ge Weinong took out the folding umbrella that he carried with him, opened it, and covered Mu Xueyi properly. Push her to the side of the car, carefully carry her into the back seat, and go around to the driver's seat.

The car started up and drove home.

Mu Xueyi sat alone in the back row, touched her cold arm, her heart was heavy, and she felt lonely.

She suddenly misses Ayue.

I really wish Ah Yue could hug her and whisper to her gently in her ear, the words she once said to her—

"Xueyi, I am your last conscience."

In this way, she can at least be sure.

She's not the same as those lunatics in the mental hospital.

She also...

Undying conscience.

Mu Xueyi took out the secret mobile phone from the mezzanine of the handbag, opened Zhou Zhenyue's information bar for the countless times, and tapped the keyboard with one finger. The fingertips trembled slightly, and the symbols were typed incorrectly several times.

【“Ayue, I want to see you.”】

After writing it, I was about to send it, but my finger stopped in the air, and I couldn't press it for a long time.

His gaze was fixed on the screen. The light in his eyes flickered.

Suddenly laughed.

What did Ayue do wrong, should she work tirelessly and tirelessly to support her this degenerate mythical ghost?

Finally, press the delete key.

re-enter.

["Ayue, I'm sorry."]

Nineteenth time, sorry.

The author has something to say: ["All the gifts from fate have already been marked with prices in secret." from Zweig]

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