Wedding pet on the pillow: Mu Shao's exclusive love

Chapter 162 168 I hope you live a safe and happy life

It was already two o'clock in the morning, and everything was still. It was already time to rest and fall asleep. Mu Liancheng was still working in the study, and the servants were no longer surprised by this.

The servant who has been in Mu's house for many years knows that the young master in the past did not have this personality. At that time, the young master was young and handsome, and the light on his whole body was a bit more dazzling than the sun. Who knew that after returning five years ago, he seemed to have changed. Like a person, he also eats, sleeps and works every day, but the whole person is not right. The new servant almost thought he had run into a ghost.

The old butler looked at the light in the study room, and sighed, took a glass of milk with sleeping pills and walked in. Looking at the young master who had no expression on his face, the old butler couldn't tell how sad he was. This person is suffering because he is alive.

Quietly put down the milk, the old butler vaguely caught a glimpse of the hideous mark on his wrist, and was so frightened that he almost spilled the milk, but the young master didn't know it, as if everything didn't exist.

The old housekeeper tried his best to calm himself down, and suddenly thought of something: "Master, here is a letter, it is said that it was sent from the old house in China, you can read it when you have time."

The only answer to him was air-like silence. The old butler sighed inwardly, and then silently closed the door of the study.

An hour later, the man who had done all the work until there was nothing to do, then looked back at the computer, reached out to pick up the cold milk and drank it in one gulp. When he got up, he saw the glass on the table. An unopened letter, torn apart mechanically.

Unexpectedly, it was not a thick document, but a postcard of the scenery of the ancient town with a small bridge and flowing water, but it made his heart tremble in an instant. He had been to this place before, and she was with her.

Mu Liancheng turned over the reverse side almost with trembling hands. The postcode, address, postmark, and the postage stamps seemed to be a very ordinary postcard, but he felt his heart was in severe pain.

Mu Liancheng, I wish you a safe and happy life.

Put pen to paper, Lin Shutong.

Familiar words, with a familiar atmosphere, thoughts flooded in: At that time, they had been to many places together, including this very famous ancient town, which is obviously a place with such a dignified history and humanistic atmosphere. At that time, the small bridge and flowing water were still broken bridges. All filled with their laughter.

Now, he can be at peace, but he can't be happy. She left, took away his heart, his soul, and left behind only a walking dead.

The next day, when the servant came to clean up, he was almost startled. He saw the young master sitting on the ground alone, holding a postcard in his hand, as if he was dead.

Father Mu and Ouyang Lan heard the news before dawn, and the couple ran over in their pajamas in fright, fearing that their son would almost shed the last drop of blood in front of the woman's grave like that night five years ago. If it wasn't for the life of his family, he would have left with that woman long ago.

When Ouyang Lan arrived in the study, she saw her son holding a yellowed postcard. When she saw the sender, she understood everything. Now her heart was about to break, and she cried while hugging him.

"Son, I'm sorry, mom is sorry for you, if mom had promised you two to be together, if mom hadn't let her go, you wouldn't be like this now, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, woooo!!!"

Mu Liancheng didn't seem to hear Ouyang Lan's bitter cry. He stroked the postcard gently but firmly. He thought that his heart had been sealed off for the past five years. He thought that he would never think about it, mention it, or listen to it. , You can forget those things and live like a walking dead, but it turns out that he has never forgotten.

(End of this chapter)