"You come to me,"
After hanging up the phone, Fu Weilun called Wang Zhifeng, "What are my plans next?"
Wang Zhifeng hesitated for a few seconds, "You have an appointment to treat the office people to dinner tonight,"
"Just keep me company, tomorrow..."
"I don't have any plans to go out tomorrow,"
Fu Weilun looked at him and said, "Go and ask the driver to prepare. I need to go back home. If there are any documents that need to be signed tomorrow, please handle them as appropriate. If you can't handle them, wait for me to come back. By the way, if Fu Hong comes to see me, let him wait here..."
Wang Zhifeng nodded, "Okay,"
Fu Weilun picked up the phone and made another call to Dashan Village.
"Looking for the captain..."
After waiting for about ten minutes, Fu Wei Bo answered the phone, "Old Third, why are you calling at this time?"
"Brother, is Mu Lianshen in Dashan Village?"
"How do you know? We were drinking just now... We have been here for two days."
Fu Weilun smiled and asked, "How is his mood?"
"Emotions? Pretty good, looking quite relaxed, playing with little rice cake, or staying in the back hills...what's wrong?"
"It's okay, brother. I'm going home. Ask him to wait for me."
"Okay,"
Fu Weilun walked out of the office and Wang Zhifeng came over.
"By the way, Secretary, I have a letter for you..."
Fu Weilun took the letter and took a look at it. It was in Shen Xingzhou's handwriting.
He opened the letter and read it as he walked out.
After seeing the content clearly, he let out a long sigh.
At the same time, the pace quickened...
We almost didn't stop along the way and it was already late at night when we got home.
He parked his car a little away from his home, without disturbing anyone, and entered the house through a small door at the back.
I walked to the room where Mu Lianshen used to be, pushed open the door, and only saw his clothes, but not the person.
Having a premonition in his heart, he walked out of the back door and rushed to the back mountain.
When they arrived at the cemetery on the back hill, Fu Weilun saw that figure and his body shook.
Mu Lianshen was sitting in the cemetery with a bottle of wine in his hand, mumbling something. Looking at the wine bottles scattered around him, one could tell that he was drunk. His body was covered in dirt, and he was crying and laughing, looking miserable.
Most importantly, his hair.
It's been so long since we last met.
There were actually a lot of white hair on his temples.
Fu Weilun walked over and stood not far from him.
Mu Lianshen sat on the ground, raised his head and looked at him seriously, "Oh, it's you, why are you back at this time?"
"And you?"
"Me?" He smiled and said, "I'll come to accompany Shushu..."
"After knowing that Sister Jingshu was pregnant with twins, could you not bear it?"
The smile on Mu Lianshen's face disappeared, and there was only a blank expression on his face. "Yeah, it's a bit unbearable."
He lay on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, staring blankly at the night sky, "I don't understand why you kept it from me..."
"I don't understand, I really don't understand..." he murmured to himself, his voice very soft, full of despair and helplessness.
"When I was seriously injured and unconscious, I only had time to tell Shushu not to tell her... When I opened my eyes again, I had lost everything..."
Mu Lianshen got up from the ground, helped Fu Weilun stand up, stretched out his fingers and counted with him, "My biological mother hid it from me because she was afraid that I would hate her, my uncle hid it from me because he was afraid that I couldn't accept it, and my father..."
He looked at Fu Qinshan's grave, tilted his head, and said in confusion: "Dad, why did you hide this from me..."
Fu Weilun looked at the man in despair in front of him. He raised his eyes and followed his line of sight, then said, "My uncle is taking his anger out on you. He loves Sister Jingshu the most. Because of the Mu family, she became like that. He can't get over it for the time being..."
Mu Lianshen nodded, "As I should..."
He looked up to the sky and sighed: "It should be so."
He smiled and tilted his head to look at Fu Weilun, "You know, originally, I should have a pair of children. Our family of four is so happy. Two children, it turns out that Shushu gave birth to two children back then..."
Fu Weilun sighed softly: "What are you doing here now? Are you looking for death?"
Mu Lianshen slowly turned his head and looked at him, "No...why would I seek death? My life is no longer mine."
"If it's not yours, whose is it?"
He smiled, "Yeah, whose is it?"
Mu Lianshen looked at him and said something irrelevant: "You know what? I'm really lucky..."
"It seems like I can't die..."
Fu Weilun's eyes were strange and subtle.
Mu Lianshen suddenly chuckled, and the laughter was very sad.
"Haha, when the Northwest Army was first established, I had a group of very good comrades, the kind who got along like brothers. Now, there are only a few left..."
He pointed at himself and said, "How many people died in my arms."
At that time, there was war and artillery fire.
"Lian Shen..." A man with a bloody face tilted his head and coughed out a mouthful of blood. He tremblingly took out a pocket watch from his arms and smiled at Mu Lian Shen, "Please let it go home for me..."
Mu Lianshen's lips trembled and he didn't dare to take it.
The cold wind blew, waking up the man in my memory.
He looked at the dark sky around him, "Wait for me to go home, take me home, take me home..."
"Whenever I have the slightest thought of committing suicide, these words go through my mind,"
Mu Lianshen shook his head, "I don't dare to die."
Fu Weilun pursed his lips, looked at him, and sighed softly.
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