Chapter 2298 Diary
The moment she pushed open the door, an old yet familiar smell hit her in the face. Mu Ying stood in the entrance hall, looking at the room in front of her, feeling like she was dreaming.
It seems like nothing has changed, yet it seems like everything has changed.
Mu Ying took a deep breath and said to the young master, "Come in, I'll show you the house where I used to live."
They started their tour on the first floor. In the kitchen drain basket were three milk cups that Mom had washed and had not yet put back into the cupboard.
There was also a handful of Mu Ying's favorite candies on the fruit plate on the dining table.
In the vase on the fireplace was a bunch of withered flowers, which were my mother's favorite roses.
On the sofa in the living room, there was still the book that Dad hadn't finished reading, and Mu Ying's favorite doll...
When she picked up the doll and touched the soft fabric, the tears she had been holding back all the way finally burst out.
The young master hugged her shoulders, kissed her forehead, and said, "I remember Ying once dreamed that I came to visit your house. You said you took me to the room upstairs, and then we..."
He worded those ambiguous words very lightly, like a feather caressing Mu Ying's ears.
She held back her tears, her cheeks burning, and she couldn't help but punch him.
The young master smiled and caught her fist: "Take me upstairs to have a look?"
Mu Ying nodded, put the doll in her hand back to its original place, and brought the young master to the second floor.
I returned to the room where I used to live and looked at everything in the room, feeling mixed emotions.
The pink bed sheet was covered with dust. It was made by her mother herself. The white bed was bought for her by her father himself and had been sun-dried to a dark yellow color.
Time has quietly flowed in this room for more than ten years. Now, the once warm room has become a yellowed old photo.
She couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she pulled the young master out of the bedroom and came to her father's study.
This was her favorite place as a child.
Because there are large floor-to-ceiling windows in Dad's study, and there is also a complete set of her painting supplies.
Dad is busy with work and often works overtime. Sometimes he is not at home on weekends. Mom will read in his study. At that time, she will be like a little artist beside him, looking at the scenery outside the window and painting, scribbling and painting seriously.
As I was lost in thought about the situation, the young master's voice came from behind me: "Is this a painting you made when you were a child?"
Mu Ying turned around and saw the young master standing in front of a wall, looking at the paintings on the wall.
The bright colors and bold, wavy brushstrokes are exactly her childhood masterpieces.
She came to the painting, stood in front of the young master, leaned on his chest, and said shamelessly: "I may be the little painter who was delayed by you."
The young master actually nodded in agreement: "Maybe she's a female Van Gogh."
Mu Ying couldn't help but laugh. The young master really praised her.
It's rare for him to speak so nicely.
"Aying, can I take this painting away?"
Mu Ying imagined, if the young master came to her house for the first time, saw the painting, and asked her father for it, would her father give it to him?
I think so.
"Well, young master, when you take it back, you must keep it well. This is your father-in-law's favorite painting."
"Okay." The young master smiled and scratched the tip of her nose, then took down the painting.
However, just as he took down the painting, he frowned.
"What's wrong?" Mu Ying asked.
"Your painting is quite heavy."
"Maybe the frame is heavy. Actually, there's a little story behind it..."
She said that her father used to be very serious and would not praise her easily. Even when hanging her paintings, he would tell her to just frame them casually, mainly to block the mosquito blood on the white wall. But she knew that her father had chosen very good frames and framed them by hand, which was very careful.
While Mu Ying was reminiscing with deep emotion, the young master had already opened the back panel of the picture frame.
Mu Ying was stunned for a moment and said, "Young Master, you just said you would treasure it, why are you tearing down my painting now?"
But before he could finish his words, he took out a brown leather notebook from behind the back panel.
The notebook is not too thick and fits perfectly behind the drawing board.
The young master held the notebook and looked at her: "It seems that you have never seen this notebook before?"
Mu Ying shook her head, she had no idea, but judging by the style of the book, it should belong to her father.
She took the notebook and turned the yellowed pages.
Looking at the lines of handsome handwriting, Mu Ying's heart beat faster and faster. She looked up at the young master and said, "Young Master, I remember your father's name was Mo Chuan, is that correct?"
The young master frowned, "Did you mention my dad?"
Mu Ying nodded and returned her gaze to the notebook.
This is Mu Ying's father's diary. Maybe it was just accidentally left here, or maybe it was deliberately left here for someone to discover.
In any case, this afternoon, the stories that happened between their parents and the questions that troubled Mu Ying and Chu Lingfeng all found answers in this accidentally discovered diary.
One of the entries was written after the young master's father passed away. Mu Ying's father wrote in his diary:
"I haven't slept for three days. My best brother, Mo Chuan, is gone. I learned about his death from the news, and every day I hoped someone would come to dispel the rumor, but today, Mr. Chu confirmed the contents of the news. The news said that he and Qiao Mei died in a suburban villa and were murdered! The police are still investigating the murderer, but I know that the murderer is his biological brother Chu Jiangshan, and his biological brother is an accomplice! My hands are still shaking as I write these words. And in these three days, I have asked myself countless times, what can I do, what else can I do.
"Now, I am penniless and only have an old car. All my assets were used to pay off Mo Chuan's debts, and I finally paid it off.
"A month ago, I couldn't contact him, so I guessed he must have encountered difficulties and disappeared suddenly. But I didn't try hard to find him. I just wanted to help him pay off his debts first. But I should have remembered that he and Qiao Mei were people who didn't want to cause trouble to others, and they were not people who would betray their trust. If they hadn't encountered an extremely difficult situation, they would never hide and let their friends take on their debts. If I had thought of this, perhaps he and Qiao Mei wouldn't have died so tragically...
"Regret is useless. I just want revenge for them now. Xiaoqing advised me not to do this. At least now I don't have the ability to fight against the Chu brothers. Instead, it will bring disaster to myself and my family. Xiaoqing said that recklessness is not loyalty, but stupidity. Compared with revenge, Mo Chuan should hope that I protect his two children.
"Yes, God bless, his two children are still alive, right next to me. The two little guys were frightened, and Xiaoqing coaxed them for a long time before they fell asleep. Now they are lying next to me. Looking at their sleeping little faces, my messy mood seems to be cleared up. Mo Chuan and Qiao Mei used their lives to protect these two children. I must let these two children grow up safely.
"Besides, no one is more suitable to protect them than me. After all, everyone thinks that Mo Chuan has screwed me over badly. I sacrificed everything I had to help him pay back his debts. Everyone thinks I resent Mo Chuan. They can't guess that I would help these two children..."
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