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At night, insects chirped, and the silver-white moonlight shone into the house, reflecting the mottled shadows of hollowed-out rose carvings on the windows, like a magnificent woodcut on the floor, black and white, with flowers and branches.

Mu Zi cautiously turned to the side and touched the crutches beside the bed.

She sat up slowly, trying not to touch the wound in her thigh, and stood up with the help of a cane.

In fact, she can already use crutches, but although the surface of the wound is healed, the flesh inside has not grown well, and once she walks around, the muscles involved there will hurt badly.

Mu Zi was very afraid of pain, so she insisted on using crutches.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, the person sleeping under the bed woke up.

"Where are you going?" Murong Cheng opened his eyes.

"Shhhh......h ”

Murong Cheng got up when he heard this, picked her up silently, and went straight downstairs.

He walked lightly and didn't make any sound, until he carried Mu Zi downstairs to the living room, and then asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do?" ”

Mu Zi said, "I'll burn some paper for Aunt Ruan." ”

She called Bai Wei's mother to get used to it, and then asked her to call other women's mothers, but she couldn't open her mouth.

Murong Cheng was puzzled, "Why did you get up in the middle of the night and burn paper?" ”

Having said that, I still helped her bring all the remaining paper money ingots, and then carried her out.

Mu Zi burned paper, and Murong Cheng accompanied him.

"Don't stand here...... Mu Zi pointed into the distance, "Go over there and wait." ”

Murong Cheng was displeased: "Am I unsightly, or can't I see ghosts?" ”

In the past few days, he has been disgusted by his own mother, he has been very frustrated, and now he is disgusted by Mu Zi, Murong Cheng can't bear it.

Mu Zi couldn't cry or laugh, and stretched out her hand to push him, "Come on, I'll talk to Aunt Ruan for a while, I'll be embarrassed if you are here." ”

Knowing that Mu Zi was because of shyness, Murong Cheng was a little more balanced in his heart.

"Don't take too long." Murong Cheng said, and then walked away.

Tonight's moon was big and bright, and the moonlight was cold, reminding Mu Zi of the night she died.

She burned a lot of paper money for Ruan Li.

“…… I'm really sorry, I'm not your daughter, Mu Zi is no longer alive, and she, like you, chose to commit suicide...... She had a bad life and lived in pain every day...... Death may have been a relief for her. Mu Zi whispered and muttered, "Bai Wei is very good to her, but they don't have a mother-daughter relationship, I hope that people will have a next life, and don't suffer in the next life......"

The light of the fire reflected on her face, flickering and dimming, setting off gloomy and sad.

She told Ruan Li everything she knew about Mu Zi intermittently, even if she knew, Ruan Li couldn't have heard it at all.

After burning the paper for Ruan Li, she burned another pile of paper money.

This time it's for the original Mu Zi Yao.

“…… I've kept all your things, but the paintings on the wall have been washed off by me, and that's too scary...... The man you liked, accidentally fell to his death and died under the window of your room...... It's a pity that I didn't know you early, and I don't know what your wishes are, otherwise I should have worked hard to help you realize your wishes no matter what, and it seems too late to say this now. ”

She babbled a lot, until the fire was about to go out, and then she said "I'm sorry" in a very sad way.

Sorry for taking up your body.

I'm sorry, I'm going to rewrite your life......

Murong Cheng came over and hugged her, and said in a mean tone: "Everyone is dead, what else is there to talk about, if you talk for a long time, people may not be able to hear a word." ”

"You don't understand." Mu Zi said seriously, "Some words are actually said to yourself, and when you say them, your heart will be comfortable." ”

If you do something wrong, say sorry, and your heart seems to be forgiven, which may be the hypocrisy of human nature.

Mu Zi's head rested on Murong Cheng's chest, thinking: It turns out that I am quite hypocritical.

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