Chapter 508 (1/2)

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.