What can he do if he can't win? He's a grown man in his thirties, he can't just throw a tantrum at these kids, can he? He can only sulk by himself, angry at himself for being so weak.
Old Man Mu ignored Mu Liuyun's blush and pointed to the gate of the residential area about 600 meters away: "Little Yunzi, look! The finish line is right there. Let's see who gets there first. The one who gets there first has to bark like a dog!"
"Grandpa, stop running! I give up!"
3.
"Grandpa, how old are you? Why are you still doing these things!"
“2”
"Grandpa... damn it, why did you start running!"
Before Old Man Mu could even finish counting down to one, he suddenly started running towards the door.
"Old man Mu, you have no martial ethics!"
After shouting, Mu Liuyun chased after them.
Although Old Man Mu took a few steps ahead, young Mu Liuyun quickly caught up with him and slowed down when she reached Old Man Mu's side.
"Old man Mu, stop running! You're not old, are you?!"
"Xiao Yunzi, you win first, and don't forget to bark like a puppy later!"
After chuckling, Old Man Mu's expression suddenly turned serious, and his hunched figure seemed to straighten up all at once.
Already significantly taller than Mu Liuyun, the old man suddenly began running at an extremely fast speed towards the designated finish line.
Mu Liuyun gritted her teeth and forced herself to chase after him.
No matter how hard he ran, he seemed unable to overcome an obstacle in front of him, and Old Man Mu pulled further and further away.
Two minutes, or maybe more, later, Old Man Mu stood in front of the community gate, smiling as he looked at Mu Liuyun, who was still desperately chasing after him.
"Xiao Yunzi! Run faster!"
A dozen seconds later, Mu Liuyun finally arrived at Old Man Mu's side and plopped down on the ground: "That's not fair! You ran away again!"
Because the rhythm changed in the middle, Mu Liuyun sat on the ground panting heavily, muttering to herself, looking very unconvinced.
"What, you're not convinced? A bet's a bet, Xiaoyunzi!"
"You old man..."
Mu Liuyun looked up, about to accuse the old man of cheating, but suddenly shut her mouth.
At this moment, Old Man Mu's face was flushed, and although he was panting, he showed no signs of his usual hunched posture. In the darkness, Mu Liuyun could not see the white hair on his head; instead, she could only barely make out Old Man Mu's figure by the dim light of the security room.
That figure was exactly the same as the one Mu Lixiong saw when he found Mu Liuyun, who was wandering the streets fourteen years ago.
Even at dusk, the azure dragon still gallops swiftly; even an old steed in its stall harbors the ambition to travel a thousand miles.
Old Man Mu took a deep breath, then came to Mu Liuyun's side and sat down with a thud: "Everyone in the orphanage has grown up, even the youngest Xiaoxi has become a graceful young lady. However, Grandpa is not so old that he can't move, and this illness won't take Grandpa away."
Old Man Mu stroked Mu Liuyun's little head, letting him rest his head in his arms.
"Grandpa...Grandpa."
Feeling that calloused hand slide over her head, Mu Liuyun's consciousness suddenly became somewhat scattered.
"So, Xiaoyun, you don't have to just think about Grandpa and Xiaoxi. Go find your own life."
"Yes, I will, Grandpa."
Although I slept well last night, I was still drugged, and I was busy all day today.
In Old Man Mu's arms, Mu Liuyun gradually closed her eyes, and soon soft and tranquil breathing could be heard.
Old Man Mu affectionately pinched Mu Liuyun's little cheek and picked up his phone: "Xiaoxi, your brother is asleep on the street, come and pick us up!"
After hanging up the phone, Old Man Mu put one hand on his waist and the other on the ground, his straight back bent over, and he gasped for breath, instantly turning back into the hunched old man he once was.
"Damn it, you just can't deny getting old!"
...
...
Late at night, the stage in the center of People's Square was pitch black, except for a small space behind the curtain where a light was still on.
Liu Leyao, who always strives for perfection in every performance, is currently adjusting various equipment with Wang Shirong.
Even though there were still two days until the performance, Liu Leyao didn't want any uncertainties to affect the show.
In the moonlight, neither Liu Leyao nor Wang Shirong spoke. For the two who had worked together for many years, many things were understood without needing to be discussed.
A moment later, Liu Leyao finished adjusting the strings and looked at Wang Shirong with a sigh of relief: "Old Wang, what do you think of that guy surnamed Du? Will there be any problems with the performance this time?"
Wang Shirong put down his drumsticks: "He is very used to performing and is very familiar with the sheet music, but he is not good at coordinating."
Liu Leyao nodded, agreeing with Wang Shirong's statement.
Although Du Ziyan had only been here for a few days, he was already quite well-known in the piano world. In addition, Liu Leyao had given Du Ziyan the sheet music six months in advance, so he had almost no problems practicing.
However, her purpose in asking this question was not at all to inquire about Du Ziyan's abilities. Wang Shirong, who had worked with her for so many years, naturally understood this.
"He is not as good as Mu Liuyun."
Liu Leyao's expression changed, which was uncharacteristic of her.
Three days have passed since the contract with Mu Liuyun ended, and Mu Liuyun has not contacted her at all during these three days. She assumes that Mu Liuyun is just angry.
But as night fell, she felt uneasy, as if she had lost something important.
Is he a bandmate? Or just a dispensable stand-in?
Liu Leyao couldn't figure these things out. From childhood to adulthood, the only people she could call friends were Wang Shirong and Lin Xuelan.
"On the day of the performance, should I arrange for him to have a VIP seat?"
Wang Shirong remained silent for a long time: "...I don't think he will come."
Hearing this, Liu Leyao was unhappy. Mu Liuyun liked him so much, how could she not come to her concert?
He likes me so much, and all I did was slap him that day. How could he hold a grudge? He'd probably be overjoyed.
Hmph, what a pervert.
"A grown man like him wouldn't be so petty, right?"
Wang Shirong did not answer, but simply picked up the drumsticks again and silently began to wipe them clean.
...
On the top floor of Lantian Group, Shen Lanxin, having finished her overtime work, held a cup of coffee and stared blankly at the two concert tickets on the table.
"I haven't seen him for several days."
Since Gu Nan returned, Shen Lanxin has already met with him.
After meeting him, Shen Lanxin became even more certain of her feelings and decided not to waste any more time on Gu Nan.
But it seems that there is no relationship between her and Mu Liuyun other than a contractual one, which makes her not know what excuse to use to find Mu Liuyun.
In addition, I've been very busy with work these past few days, so I haven't had time to deal with this matter.
"Thank goodness we had these two tickets..."
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