Chapter 794 - Purification or Pollution

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If it is against humanity to talk about others behind your back, you already seem very small, and now you have to accuse others of intentional murder without any evidence.

Mu Zi felt that after she got close to Murong Cheng, her whole person was developing in the direction of obscenity.

Is......

I don't know if she purified him in the end, or if he polluted her.

……

The two returned to the small western-style building, Bai Wei was packing cartons in the living room, and the original sofa had been moved, and cardboard boxes of various specifications were stacked.

Bai Wei misses the old, although they don't have to take away furniture and electrical appliances when they move, but they can also pack up a lot of miscellaneous things, and she is reluctant to throw anything.

Murong Cheng frowned and said, "Mom, what old things have you packed up?" Throw away what should be thrown away, and it's not like you can't buy it when you get to your new home. ”

He casually opened a cardboard box, and saw that there were neatly wrapped bowls in foam, his face suddenly darkened, and his tone was not good: "A few broken bowls should be taken away?" Are you afraid that you will run out of dishes when you move to a new home? ”

"These bowls are all handmade, with a unique glaze color, and you will never find the same on the market." Bai Wei was disgusted by her son and was a little sad, "Every time I go to the market, I save one or two for many years to save these ......"

"And what about these?" Murong Cheng opened another cardboard box and became even more irritable, "What are you doing with a bunch of old toys?!" ”

Mu Zi also came over curiously.

The cardboard box is full of children's toys for all ages, remote-controlled airplanes, shape-shifting cars, coloring books, toy guns, ...... The dazzling array was crowded with cardboard boxes, Mu Zi's eyes were sharp, and he aimed at a painting book, and took it out to see that it was Murong Cheng's art homework when he was a child, and the level of the paintings could only be described as sparse.

She watched and laughed.

Bai Wei said: "These are childhood memories, very precious, you are young now, you don't understand the value, and when you have children in the future, you will know." ”

After speaking, he raised a red bag like a treasure, and said with a smile: "The fetal hair you shaved when the moon was full is also there." ”

"Hahaha! ......" Mu Zi laughed as she held on to the cardboard box.

Murong Cheng: "......"

Bai Wei said again: "Zizi, don't laugh at your brother, you have it too, I have both of you good fetal hair." ”

"Thank you, Mom! Hahaha......"

Mu Zi laughed until she hiccuped, and when she saw Murong Cheng standing still with a pale face, she took the toy from his hand and said with a smile: "I'll help Mom clean it up!" ”

In fact, I want to see what jokes there are in his childhood.

Murong Cheng was helpless, it happened that the mobile phone rang, he went upstairs to talk on the phone, and let Mu Zi go to have fun.

Mu Zi really found a lot of "treasures", such as photos of Murong Cheng's ass when he was a few months old, and photos of him crying in Bai Wei's arms when he was three or four years old.

"Mom, have you practiced the rejuvenation technique? Why is it that twenty years ago there was no difference at all from now! Mu Zi couldn't stop talking, and she didn't blame Mrs. Mu for making trouble with Bai Wei, one was old and decrepit, and the other was getting younger and younger, who didn't block his heart when he put this matter on him?

Bai Wei smiled and patted Mu Zi's back, "You kid, was my mother so old twenty years ago?" ”

Mu Zi: "......"

Choked and couldn't speak.

When sorting out the old photos, Mu Zi found a few photos of Bai Wei and Old Man Mu.

There is a date in the lower right corner of the photo, calculate the time, when this photo was taken, Bai Wei was only twenty years old, and Old Man Mu was fifty-six.

Although the age difference between the two is very far, it is not too abrupt to stand together, probably because men are not easy to look old, and the old man Mu is handsome, even if he is old, there is no twilight of the elderly, only the introverted and deep of a mature man.

His beard was neat and delicate, his white shirt was covered with a gray plaid waistcoat, and a half-cut pocket watch gold chain fell on his chest, and he was leaning on a peerless beauty beside him, who was elegant and elegant.

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