He turned his head and just stared at me and Song Heng, his lips moving slightly.
I saw the same tears in his eyes as in Mrs. Zhuang's.
My heart ached.
At that moment Song Heng held my hand tightly.
"Master Mu."
Song Heng naturally squatted down beside the bed. Madam Zhuang was surprised and seemed to open her mouth to stop him, but Song Heng interrupted her first: "Madam Zhuang, thank you for your help during this time."
Madam Zhuang closed her mouth and then said softly, "It's all worth it. Everything will be fine. This is all thanks to you, Young Master Wang."
I was squatting in front of the bed with Song Heng, looking at Mr. Mu in front of us, and naturally did not notice the eager gaze that Zhuang was looking at me.
"Shuang'er," Song Heng paused, "Master Mu used to be very familiar with you, and so was Madam Zhuang."
That's right.
It’s true!
I felt like the tangled mess in my heart seemed to be pulled out and straightened out at this moment, becoming a clean thread.
Mr. Mu's hand seemed to reach out to me, but he quickly retracted it as if he thought of something.
I subconsciously reached out and gently covered Master Mu's hand and called out, "Master Mu."
His eyes were slightly curved, revealing wrinkles under his eyes.
After a long while, he turned his head slightly to look at Song Heng. He saw Song Heng squatting on the edge of the bed, very excited, supporting himself with one hand as if trying desperately to get up.
Song Heng stood up immediately after noticing this: "Master Mu, there's no need to be so polite."
Then Song Heng turned around and looked at me: "I am just a businessman now, Wang Xingzhi."
Mr. Mu finally chose to compromise. After calming down for a while, he began to grope for something on the edge of the bed, and then grabbed a piece of rice paper.
Mrs. Zhuang immediately understood and picked up an ink-soaked brush and a thick wooden board from the desk beside her.
There were already traces of ink on the thick wooden board. It seemed that Mr. Mu usually communicated with Madam Zhuang in this way.
Master Mu held the brush in his hand and wrote lightly on the rice paper placed on the wooden board. The words were a little crooked, but clearly visible - stay.
Then Mr. Mu handed the pen to Mrs. Zhuang, picked up the paper and gently handed it to Song Heng.
Song Heng was stunned for a moment, then took over. I subconsciously looked at Madam Zhuang. Madam Zhuang pointed at herself and then at me, and whispered to Master Mu, "Shall we leave first?"
Master Mu nodded.
Madam Zhuang called me softly, "Miss Mu, let's go first."
I nodded and looked at Song Heng, who was also looking at me: "It's a good time to talk to Madam Zhuang. I'll be there soon."
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