C45

A bowl of rice porridge, four pancakes, and a small stack of pickled radishes were presented.

"Thank you." Mu Dongfang's voice was still low, but there was a subtle hint of gentleness in it.

"Eat first. If there's not enough, then call me." Xia Mu replied.

"Alright." The man responded with a slight smile that softened his entire face.

Looking at the man's face, Xia Mu's face turned red. He uncomfortably took off his apron and was about to speak when the people who came to eat their breakfast interrupted them.

Xia Mu gave a faint smile towards Mu Dong before walking away.

Compared to before, Mu Dongdong's eating speed had slowed down. He sat at the table facing Xia Mu, and under the cover of his meal, he would occasionally glance at Xia Mu. Actually, he wasn't sure what position this girl held in his heart, but that strange palpitation was real.

As a result, he couldn't help but come here once more just to see her and catch a few glances.

Xia Mu swiftly scooped the pancake out of the frying pan and put it into a bag, handing it to the waiting customer. Then, he scooped up a bowl of flour paste and spread it evenly on the bottom of the pot.

She repeated this countless times, but today, it was a little bit different, as if there was someone looking at her somewhere. She did not even dare to raise her head, her heartbeat became faster and faster, and she kept on telling herself in her heart, Xia Mu, stop daydreaming, he's just here to eat, and he doesn't even know her name.

Mu Dongfang finished his breakfast, but he didn't leave in a hurry. He sat there quietly, watching Xia Mu as he busied himself with his work. However, his gaze couldn't be ignored.

The contest between men and women started from here.

Only, Xia Mu was that impatient person.

Xia Mu put away the shovel in his hand, stood up and walked towards the table, asking softly, "Have you eaten?"

The girl stood at the opposite side of the table with a slight smile on her delicate and pretty face. Because she was busy, her cheeks were slightly red, just like the red stamen blooming in April.

"Mu Dongfang."

"What?" The girl asked curiously.

"I am Mu Dongfang." She must not know her name.

The girl understood, and continued smiling, "Summer, summer's summer, foam foam."

"Xia Mu." The man's deep voice was spat out from his lips. It was clearly an ordinary word, but when it came out of his mouth, it had a tinge of magical power.

Mu Dong...

It turned out that Mu Dong was his name. However, the surname 'Mu' gave Xia Mu a bad connection. However, Xia Mu secretly mocked himself in his heart. G City was so big, so how could it be related to someone with the same surname? These two people were completely different people.

Sensing the girl's absent-mindedness, Mu Dongfang stood up. His thick eyebrows moved across the small square table and he asked, "Xia Mu?"

"AHH!" Xia Mu regained his senses and looked at Mu Dong with a slightly flustered expression. He was very tall, and Xia Mu was standing opposite him. He had to raise his head to see his eyes. "You called me?" Unconsciously, Xia Mu used honorifics again.

Mu Dong discovered that from the first time he met the girl, she seemed to be in a trance. The first time he met her, they had met on the street, and the last time they had eaten here, she had also looked like this. However, the confused look in her eyes caused a crack to appear in Mu Dong's cold heart.

"You can call me Mu Dongdong. We should be friends. We don't need to use you. That would sound weird." If those familiar with Mu Dong were to hear this, they would be greatly shocked. Who said that Lord Mu was so cold that he couldn't coax a girl? Just look at what he had said.

Small Theatre:

After the prawn typed the last word on the keyboard, it hooked its fingers at the man sitting on the sofa.

The man walked over expressionlessly and placed his hand on the shoulder of one of the prawns.

Shrimp closed his eyes comfortably and instructed, "A little bit more to the left. Ah, right, use a little more strength."

A trace of calculation flashed across the man's deep eyes. His voice became more gentle as he said, "You're comfortable. My family's Xia Mu is still tired!"

A certain shrimp waved its hand, "Then you need to press the button!"

By the time he finished speaking, the man was already gone!

The shrimps were heavy. Lord Mu, oh Lord Mu, you really forgot your mother the moment you had a wife!

After this day, at six o'clock every morning, a figure would appear at the roadside stall on time, and Xia Mu would prepare breakfast and wait for that person.

In fact, they didn't interact much with each other other other other other than the necessary words. Mu Dongdong rarely spoke. He just sat at a fixed table and silently ate his breakfast. Occasionally, his gaze would fall on Xia Mu. As for Xia Mu, he wouldn't take the initiative to step up. Although she had a favorable impression of this man, she was still extremely timid in her heart. After all, she had two children. Not everyone in this world could accept such a thing.

Xia Mu understood that love for her was only a dream.

However, she had all sorts of unrealistic hopes for this man. This extravagant hope came so suddenly and so violently that Xia Mu was unable to control himself.

Day after day passed, and six o'clock in the morning became Xia Mu's happiest time. When it was still a few minutes before six, she would start to feel a little distracted, constantly looking at that intersection, waiting for something, until, when that familiar figure came facing the light, she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at that intersection again.

Just as he sat down, a bowl of porridge and four pancakes were served. The temperature of the porridge and pancakes were just right.

When he picked up the chopsticks and began to eat, Xia Mu would sit on the small stool by the stove. If there were no customers ordering, she would pretend to organize them and secretly glance at them.

This morning was no different from the previous mornings. Xia Mu felt the time and began to prepare the fixed breakfast.

However, even when the pancakes on the plate turned cold, he did not see that familiar figure.

Could it be that something was wrong?

So, you're not coming today?

Xia Mu pursed his lips, his intelligent eyes filled with worry. Countless thoughts flashed across his mind, and he even slowed down his movements.

Until, a smell of paste entered his nose.

"Lady Boss, you're muddled!" A voice jolted Xia Mu awake.

Xia Mu came back to his senses and took the pancake out. With an apologetic expression, he said, "Let me make another one for you."

Mu Dong had just come out of his bedroom that morning. As he was about to head downstairs, he heard someone exclaim, "Old Mu!"

In the ward, the electrocardiograph was ticking away. The man lying on the sickbed had his eyes closed and was sleeping quietly. However, his brows were deeply furrowed, like a knot that could not be untied.

When Mu Dongdong pushed open the door, his mother, Jiang Lanying, was wiping her face on a towel.

"Mom, let me take a rest." Mu Dongfang placed the item in his hand down as he spoke.

"That's strange. Your father has always been a tyrant, but now that he's asleep, he's no different from an old man who retires from home." Jiang Lanying gently wiped Mu Ru Guang's face, her eyes filled with love.

Mu Dongfang stood next to his father's sickbed. Hearing Jiang Lanying's words, he said, "Don't worry too much. The doctor said it's alright."

Jiang Lanying passed the towel in her hand to her son, who was standing by the side. She then pulled down Mu Ru Guang's blanket and softly said, "Since when has he been so quiet? Dong Zi, I'm just worried about your father."

Mu Xiangdong walked over and placed his hands on his mother's shoulders to comfort her. "It's fine. He's always been healthy. The doctor said so too. It's just that he's been too tired these days." After we leave the courtyard, you can accompany him to have a good rest. "

Jiang Lanying looked at her husband's sleeping face with eyes filled with worry.

At the end of the corridor, two men stood there, silhouetted against the sunlight.

As soon as he got off the plane, he heard that something had happened at home. Without changing his clothes, he immediately rushed over.

"Why did it become so serious?" Mu Zexi pulled at her collar. The average looking shirt made him feel uncomfortable. Anxiety could be seen.

"Hypertension." According to the doctor, Mu Ru Guang's blood pressure had always been very good and he had always been taking medicine to control it. But these past few years, as he grew older, the burden on his body naturally became heavier and heavier. In fact, Mu Ru Guang had been taking medicine on time, but as his son, Mu Dong felt slightly uncomfortable in his heart. In these few years, he had banished himself from his home and didn't care about his family. He was even resentful towards his father's ruthlessness and cruelty, but when he saw the snow-white hair on the man's head lying on the sickbed, the hatred in his heart suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Mu Zexi was leaning against the wall. When she heard her younger brother's words, she was stunned and asked, "He has high blood pressure?"

"Yes." Only, we don't know. " Mu Dongfang said softly, "I'm afraid we won't see someone with that temper of his even if he's sick to death."

"You're right."

They had always felt that their father was as tall as a mountain, but they had neglected the fact that no matter how powerful a person was, they were powerless to stop the erosion of time. They would also gradually age until they left this world.

Mu Dong looked into the distance with a lonely expression. He tightened his fingers on the windowsill and spoke in a low voice, "I never thought that he would actually be old." Just now in the ward, the man's hair had already turned white, and on his forehead, the marks of time could clearly be seen.

He reached into his pocket, but found himself in a different situation. He had no choice but to withdraw his hand and ask, "Do you still hate him?" Mu Dongfang hadn't been home for six years. On one hand, he had died suddenly, and on the other hand, he had a conflict with his father, Mu Ru Guang.

Do you still hate him?

If he wasn't unwilling to accept this daughter-in-law, they wouldn't have left home in a hurry. If they hadn't left home in a hurry, they wouldn't have met with a car accident. If they hadn't met with a car accident, he was afraid that he and Susu's child could have gotten into some trouble.

Only, there was no such thing as' perhaps'. If it happened, it could no longer be changed.

"I don't know." Mu Dong spat out the three words slowly. With a desolate expression, he said in a low voice, "Perhaps I hate him."

Hearing that, Mu Zexi smirked and said, "I'll go in and see him."

As he turned around, he heard Mu Dong, "Su Xin has been gone for so long. Dong Zi, you should put it down."

This was the first time since Cheng Sulan had left that Mu Zexi said such words to her brother. He knew her brother very well and knew that once he made a decision, nothing could change it. However, due to my father's admission, Muzelsi suddenly felt that the world was changing. If we can seize what we have now, then why do we have to stick to those people and things that have already disappeared?

Sometimes, letting go was actually letting him go.

"Brother, have you ever loved her?"

Mu Zexi smiled. Her long and narrow eyes narrowed as she said, "I've never loved him. However, I'm still learning."

Yes, he had met a girl who wanted to love, and he was willing to learn how to love for her.

"So, forget about her and start over."