Desperate to get married: Ex-husband keeps pestering her

NO.15, there is sporadic snow in the sky, and the streets are covered with silver. Mu Shiyue is wearing a black suit, a long black coat, and black high-heeled shoes. She walks down the stairs of the hospital slowly. Looking at the dazzling silver outside, I couldn't help sighing, feeling a sense of melancholy like a sudden spring breeze overnight.

Mu Hewan and his secretary were standing at the door waiting for her. This was the first time she went downstairs since she was hospitalized in an accident. She stayed in the hospital for fifteen days, and her injuries were almost healed. Mu Shiyue couldn't help but feel a little lucky Fortunately, the doctor allowed her to leave the hospital in the morning, otherwise, she would not be able to go on the anniversary of her father's death today.

After she got in the car, the secretary slowly started the car and drove to the outer suburbs of City F, Nanshan Cemetery.

As in previous years, no matter how busy he is at work, even if he is abroad, on this day, Mu Hewan will definitely put everything aside, wear plain clothes with his sister early, and drive to worship.

Ten years, in a flash, it has been ten years since my father left them.

During the long drive, Mu Shiyue leaned on the back seat and was lost in thought. She closed her eyes, in a restful state. Mu Hewan could tell that she didn't want to talk, so she kept silent.

The quiet atmosphere continued, and a few hours later, the car slowly drove into its destination.

After pulling over and stopping, the secretary quickly got out of the car, opened the passenger door, opened the umbrella, and held up for Mu Hewan.

Mu Hewan took the umbrella from him, opened the rear door by himself, helped Mu Shiyue get out of the car, and walked with her along the path.

Rows of tombstones were engraved with vivid names. The light snow continued to fall intermittently, showing no sign of stopping. Instead, the wind picked up. The cold wind blew on Mu Shiyue's face like a knife, A series of openings were scraped out.

She seemed to be wearing a little thin, unable to resist the biting cold. The secretary noticed it when she got off the car, and hurriedly took a thick black coat and ran up from behind, and put it on Mu Shiyue before stopping. Watching the two go on a long journey.

Finally arrived, Mu Hewan gently closed the umbrella, letting the snowflakes fall on his shoulders, his short hair, fair skin, and reddish cheeks under the cold wind, looked even paler at this moment. With a big hand in black leather gloves, he gently swept away the snow on the tombstone, and Mu Hewan put the flowers he brought in front of the tombstone.

He squatted down, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit one, and placed it in front of the monument together with the flowers. The faint smoke from the cigarette, under the raging cold wind, looked weaker and might be extinguished at any time.

Mu Shiyue stood there without moving. She looked at the photo on the tombstone. It was when her father was young, with a handsome face and majestic eyes, which could be vaguely found in her brother.

She turned sideways slightly, Mu Hewan had already started to clear the snow on the tombstone next to her, Mu Shiyue looked at the photo on another tombstone, she still looked young, with long hair in a ponytail, looking very young and very beauty.

In my impression, I can hardly remember the appearance of my mother, so every time she came to pay respects, she would stare at the photo and look again and again. Mu Shiyue vaguely remembered that when she was five or six years old, her mother left her , I heard that because of saving a child, she was hit by a passing car and flew tens of meters away. She died on the spot. Before the ambulance arrived, she left her husband and children and passed away.

I remember that on the day of my mother’s funeral, the parents of the little boy who had been rescued also came to attend, kowtowing their heads in front of the tomb to thank you again and again. Mu Shiyue, who was only five or six years old at the time, rushed up, crying to let them return her mother, crying to tears. Her heart was broken, she shouted so loudly, she cried until her eyes were almost bleeding from tears, and she couldn't make any sound from her voice. She only hoped that God would sympathize with her once, just this time, and return her mother to her , she didn't want to be a child without a mother.

Gradually growing up, she got used to living with her father and elder brother, used to being the only woman in the family, learned to take care of the housework, took care of her father and elder brother, and became a well-behaved and sensible child, but why is God still like this? Without opening his eyes, another illness took away his father's life.

Let the few remaining relatives become even fewer.

Seeing her father closing his eyes weakly, the monitor beeping, and all the results displayed on the interface tended to a straight line. At that moment, she felt powerless, as if she was the one who died, and the world instantly turned white. She sat in the corner with her father's portrait in her arms, staring blankly at the ground for days and nights without even blinking.

Since then, Mu Shiyue has been suffering from mental weakness and insomnia, which has turned from mild to severe every year, and even now, he has to rely entirely on drugs to barely maintain sleep.

"Xiaoyue, is there anything you want to tell your parents?" Mu Hewan stood up and said.

Mu Shiyue stood there blankly, motionless, her eyes never blinking.

Mu Hewan looked at her, sighed softly, and started talking a lot, and finally, almost finished talking, he took Mu Shiyue's cold little hand and said, "Let's go!"

Mu Shiyue still stood there numbly, and suddenly said, "I want to be alone with my parents for a while."

Mu Hewan hesitated for a while, looked around, and said, "Only for a while, I'll wait for you over there."

After he left, Mu Shiyue waited a while before saying, "If, I just mean, if you all have no accidents and are still living in this world in good health, will you be like... also like Han Feixuan's parents?" In that way, protect me and protect me all the time?"

As soon as the words came out, her eye circles turned red.

Sniffing her nose hard to keep her tears from streaming down, Mu Shiyue deliberately sealed up her emotions, and said, "Mom, you selfishly saved other people's children, but you let your own children die at such a young age." Mom, others say you are tall and a hero, but as your daughter, I can't forgive you until now! I'm sorry!"

Turning back to look at her father's tombstone, Mu Shiyue opened her mouth, and a lot of words came to her lips, and she swallowed them back.

Afraid that once she said it, her tears would be like a scourge that had opened the gate, out of control, Mu Shiyue suppressed herself to force back the tears, and when she recovered a little, she turned around and walked in the direction of Mu Hewan.

"Brother, let's go!"

Passing by his side, Mu Shiyue walked forward without raising her head.

Before he passed Mu Hewan's body, he suddenly grabbed her wrist with a big hand, pulled her hard, and pulled her back to his side, gently holding her slender arm with both hands, and sighed , said meaningfully, "Cry if you want to cry! Brother is with you."

"Brother..." she murmured, and lay softly on his shoulder, tears flowed down naturally, soaking his skirt in an instant.

Mu Hewan gently stroked the back of her head, and couldn't help sighing, since his parents passed away one after another, for more than ten years, every time on the anniversary of their death, he took the initiative to clean up, take the initiative to talk to his parents for a while, and Mu Shiyue was just like a bystander, standing coldly with her head down until her brother finished his work and took her away.

It's not that she is cold-blooded and has no relationship with her parents. Mu Hewan knows very well how much the death of her parents has dealt a blow to Mu Shiyue's heart. To this day, she has not been able to get out of this shadow.

For such a small child, when others are playing around her parents acting like a baby, she can only stare blankly, then lower her head and leave alone, that kind of sadness, not everyone can understand.

Especially now, Mu Shiyue is getting better and better. It is only a matter of time before she becomes a world-renowned jewelry designer. With such a smooth career, she wishes her parents could be by her side, watching her succeed and enjoy the honor...

The sorrow of the son wanting to raise but the relative not being there is also the biggest pain in Mu Hewan's heart.