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Mu Zi helped Bai Wei tidy up together, a little bit every day, like ants moving, and finally packed all the things that should be packed.

In this way, just wait for Mu Rongxuan's seventy-seven to end.

- Seventy-seven, that is, forty-nine days, almost a month and a half. According to the custom of Qingjiang, after the death of a loved one, incense and paper should be burned every seventh day until the end of the seventh month.

Mu Zi counted the days and sighed secretly: The Mu family, the land of right and wrong, can finally leave.

In late February, Zhuang Jia held a small party at home and asked Mu Zi and Jiang Zhinuan to play.

Zhuang Jia's mother has already contacted foreign design schools for her, and Zhuang Jia will come back at least three or four years after going abroad.

Jiang Zhinuan was both happy for her friend, but also a little sad, because Mu Zi was also facing a school transfer, leaving her alone, she had the illusion of being abandoned.

At the end of the party, the melancholy of parting was permeated, and everyone made an appointment to see her off at the airport on the day Zhuang Jia was leaving.

Mu Zi was infected by the emotion of parting, and she had been in low spirits on the way home, but the scenery at dusk was easy to cause worry, she sat in the car, and couldn't help but sigh.

The driver laughed in front of him and said kindly: "The young man doesn't know what it's like to be sad, Miss is so young, what is there to sigh?" The days to come will definitely get better and better. ”

Just after the Chinese New Year, everyone loves to speak auspicious words.

Mu Zi smiled: "I borrow your auspicious words." ”

When the driver drove to the gate of Mu Mansion, Mu Zi saw Wang Zhan and Murong Cheng talking at the door, and immediately asked the driver to stop.

This is rare. Wang Zhan only came to Mu Mansion a few times, but he took advantage of the night to cover up. It was the first time Mu Zi saw him come to Mu's house so blatantly.

Mu Zi got out of the car and walked over, and saw Wang Zhan holding a piece of clothing in his hand, and before she could see it clearly, Wang Zhan seemed to be avoiding something, and covered the clothes on his hand behind him.

This action was a bit of a cover-up, presumably Wang Zhan immediately realized it, and the smile on his face was a little stiff.

"Miss Mu." Wang Zhan greeted Mu Zi with a smile.

Mu Zi approached them, looked at the clothes in his hand curiously, and asked, "What are you talking about?" Whose clothes are you? ”

Murong Cheng took the clothes from Wang Zhan's hand, "It's mine, I'll wear it when I retire." ”

Mu Zi let out an "oh" and glanced at Wang Zhan suspiciously.

It's not something terrible, why are you hiding?

Murong took Mu Zi's shoulder and walked in, waving his hand to send Wang Zhan away: "Go and prepare, don't go wrong when the time comes." ”

Wang Zhan hurriedly got into the car and drove away.

Mu Zi became more and more puzzled in her heart, and raised her head and asked Murong Cheng: "Does the Honorary Retirement Association still have to stipulate the wearing of clothing?" ”

"There are no rules, but the heads of the family have worn it like this in the past, so I also prepared one to look more solemn." Murong Cheng replied.

Mu Zi looked at him carefully and didn't see anything abnormal.

However, Murong Cheng is the head of a family, and the city is very deep, if he deliberately hides something, others want to see the clues from his face, but it is impossible.

Mu Zi's attention shifted to the clothes in his hand, and she said tentatively, "Can you show me what you wear later?" ”

Murong Cheng smiled and rubbed her head, "Okay." ”

The clothes were a set, an old-fashioned navy blue cardigan, with a very particular cut, an intricate whirlwind and symmetrical pattern embroidered on the turned-out cuffs, turquoise buttons, and dark embroidery on the neckline and hem.

The elderly wore this dress, which was rich and elegant, and the clothes were loose, which was much more comfortable than wearing Western-style dresses.

Murong Cheng is young, and his temperament is immediately different when he wears this dress, like a pampered son, handsome and extremely graceful.

Mu Zi looked at him and was unconsciously stunned.

I thought: It would be great if this was the case, there was no bullying in childhood, there was no need to wander when I was young, and my life was smooth and healthy, and I didn't know the suffering.

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