I'm the big guy's little fairy

Chapter 460 (Eight)
A familiar voice rang in my ears.

"Don't be afraid, go out with me first."

This voice seemed to have the power to calm people's hearts, Chong Er was taken aback, and subconsciously said: "Mu Ming, is that you?"

The sound of the wooden warehouse is getting louder, and the noise of the crowd is also getting louder.

Mu Ming didn't have time to answer her, he took her hand and hurried out.

But Chong Er broke away from his hand.

She has too many things she wants to ask him, but now is not the time.

She is about to be someone else's bride.

He is not the clean and clear boy he used to be.

The only constant is that he always has her in his heart.

And her feelings, just germinated, have been tossed and turned in the imprint of time, leaving only a touch of regret and sadness in the end.

She was no longer the girl who would beg him to be by her side forever.

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Chong Er broke away from Mu Ming's hand.

Her voice trembled, but her expression was firm: "...Sorry, I can't...leave my husband behind and go with you."

The moment the voice fell, Mu Ming felt that his heart seemed to be pricked by needles, and the pain was severe.

His gaze was fixed on the handsome man in the white suit not far away, and the bright red blood slowly flowed down his chest.

With such injuries, the possibility of survival is extremely small.

Almost without thinking, he ignored Chong Er's resistance and took her out.

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Chong'er was knocked unconscious by Mu Ming with a knife in his hand.

He handed over the sleeping girl to the people who came to meet him, and then rushed into the chaotic wedding hall again.

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It was only in the second year that Mu Ming joined the Western Theater Troupe that he realized that it was actually an underground party organization.

They saved his life and taught him what faith is.

I came here today because the organization accidentally received news that a certain reactionary group wanted to take advantage of the chaos to assassinate the famous physicist Liang Yuan.

Unexpectedly, this was her wedding.

She was wearing a pure white wedding dress, and she was as beautiful as a person in a painting. It's a pity that she was so beautiful, but she was thinking of another man.

Liang Yuan had already been rescued by them. When Mu Ming rushed in, he immediately saw Mu Ming who was leaning on the wall and dying.

He picked him up with one hand and walked out with him.

Mu Ming's voice sounded very weak.

He grabbed Mu Ming's hand: "If I die, please take good care of her."

Ye Hongfei had died of illness the year before last, if he wasn't by her side...

Mu Ming closed his eyes.

The other colorful ball on her waist flashed in her mind, as smart as him, she had already guessed the man's identity.

The pain in his chest was getting worse, and his throat was filled with fishy sweetness. He resisted and said, "...please."

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In the end, Mu Ming didn't make it through.

Once he died, the Mu family property could only be handed over to the second young lady, Mu Jiao.

The domineering and arrogant young lady, Mu Jiao, has no talent for business. It didn't take long for her to sell the shares of the Mu family and find a way to escape the war by traveling across the ocean.

Ye Chong'er became a famous widow.

On the day Mu Jiao left, she came to ask Chong Er if she wanted to go with her.

Chong'er stroked the ring on his ring finger, shook his head after a while.

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Time flies by.

On May 27, [-], Shanghai was completely liberated.

That day, Mu Ming went to the door of Mu Mansion.

For countless days and nights, he couldn't remember how many times he had come to see her.

In order to stay with her, he gave up the opportunity to go to the Liberated Area, preferring to stay in Shanghai to do confidential work.

Being reviled by people who don't know the truth.

Now that everything is over, those who once scolded him and humiliated him all praised him for his integrity, only he understands the secret thoughts buried deep in his heart.

But she doesn't love him.

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When Mu Ming was 40 years old, the leader introduced a girl to him.

In fact, I have introduced it many times before, but every time the man refuses on the grounds that he is building a new society and has no intention of having an affair with his children.

Now that we have reached the age of forty, it is time to put on the agenda to start a family.

I thought it would not be returned this time, after all, the girl's condition is really good, nothing to say.

Unexpectedly, Mu Ming refused again.

After this time, the leader understood that men don't want to have a family at all.

Although he didn't agree with it in his heart, he couldn't mess with the mandarin ducks.

Since then, it has never been mentioned again.

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In December [-], when the first snow fell in Kyoto.

The news of Chong'er's death reached Mu Ming'er.

At that time, the gray-haired old man was practicing calligraphy.

His hands trembled, and he could hardly hold the pen steadily, watching helplessly as dots of ink fell on the rice paper.

But no time to take care of.

He was originally a poor man, and he also practiced calligraphy in order to get closer to her. Now that she has gone, why is he still practicing this boring thing?
His eyes fell on the word "Chong'er" on the rice paper, and he couldn't help it anymore, tears fell down, stained with thick ink.

Also, it hurts my heart.

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Over seventy years old, despite the dissuasion of doctors and subordinates, he flew to Shanghai overnight.

When we arrived, it was raining in Shanghai.

Continuous drizzle was falling in the dark night. He refused the company of his subordinates and insisted on going to her funeral alone.

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After Muming's death, Chong'er never married.

Her funeral was arranged by Mu Jiao.

She stood beside Chong'er's coffin, quietly watching the graceful face of the woman in the mourning hall.

Time has never defeated a beauty.

When Mu Jiao thought of rushing home, although Chong Er was no longer young and suffering from illnesses, she still had a calm and elegant appearance, and combined with the life experience of her nominal sister-in-law, she couldn't help feeling a little sad.

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There were not many people paying homage, Mu Jiao thought that it was so late, no one would come again.

Just as he was thinking, the door of the room was pushed open unexpectedly.

She was startled, and immediately saw Mu Ming who was dressed in black and had a lonely face.

Although Mu Jiao has lived abroad for many years, she also knows this man who often appears on TV news.

But at this moment, the man lost all his coercion, and he couldn't hold anything else in his eyes except the photo in front of the mourning hall.

Eyes full of lingering sadness, just for one person.

It was rumored that he lived alone all his life. At this moment, Mu Jiao seemed to know the reason.

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Mu Ming's gaze was fixed on a small colored ball on the coffin, and after a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "This is..."

Mu Jiao withdrew from her chaotic thoughts, and replied, "What are you talking about? Probably it was given to my sister-in-law by my brother. She has always kept it very precious, and she always carries it with her wherever she goes."

As time went by, she had long forgotten the ugly, funny clown many years ago.

And of course he didn't remember that it was a gift he put in Chong'er's hands on the day of her engagement.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch it.

But was stopped by Mu Jiao, she continued: "Sister-in-law said that she will take it into the coffin."

Mu Ming's body froze for a moment, and the memory about her came rushing in like a flood that had been released.

It turned out that she didn't have her place in her heart.

He couldn't bear it any longer, and slowly squatted on the ground, covering his face with his hands, weeping choked up.

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In the second year after Chong'er's death, Mu Ming died in Kyoto.

He had no children and no daughters in his life, and no one inherited his huge property, so he donated all of it.

The only last wish is to stay with one person for a long time.

It's a pity that there is no hope in this life, and we can only hope for the next life.

Feeling unacceptable, going deeper.

The living can die, and the dead can live.

Chong Er, Chong Er...

If you give me another chance, I will definitely not miss you.

——The end.
　[Published in the early morning of 7, under special circumstances, the ending will be rather sloppy, including a small bicycle, babies can choose it]

　　The short story I wrote many years ago was half written at the time, but it has not been published. The tone has been set as tragedy from the beginning, so this continuation of writing also follows the idea at that time.

　　The background is semi-overhead, please don't be particular about it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)