Meeting You Is My Simple Happiness

Chapter 454 Homesick (4)

Mo Hong almost didn't recite it in one breath. This was what Mo Shen said. His speaking style was exactly the same as Ye Mu.

Even if the father-son relationship is poor, sometimes there will be some partiality. For example, on this issue, Mo Hong would not understand that Mo Shen influenced Ye Mu, but that Ye Mu influenced Mo Shen. If Mo Shen did not follow his wishes, he would think it was Ye Mu's fault.

"I have a lot of control? If I don't care about it, she should be lawless!" Mo Hong hid a sigh of anger, pointing at Ye Mu and criticizing him.

The corners of Mo Shen's thin lips rose slightly, and the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, with sarcasm: "Don't forget, but you said that she has nothing to do with the Mo family. What identity do you use?"

"My wife, I am responsible for tutoring. It's not the turn of others to tell me." Mo Shen held Ye Mu's shoulders, and did not give Mo Hong a chance to speak.

Mo Shen did not have the habit of treating a stranger as a father with respect. In his heart, he never believed that Mo Hong was his father, so naturally there was no respect at all.

Mo Shen glanced at Mo Hong, whose face had already turned green, and took Ye Mu's hand and did not speak any more, pulling her away.

Mo Shen was here to pick Ye Mu home, but he didn't expect to meet Mo Hong here.

"Crazy, crazy..." Mo Hong sat down again, gritted his teeth and uttered a few words.

After leaving the restaurant, Mo Shen directly opened his car door and let Ye Mu sit in.

Ye Mushun sat in the seat of the co-pilot, observing the deep expression, and lost his movement for a while.

Mo Shen laughed, bent over and fastened her seat belt before getting into the car.

"From now on, don't do anything about it." Mo Shen started the car and summed up the matter just now.

People like Mo Hong have a sense of superiority, as if the whole world has to please him. No matter what Ye Mu said to him, he would stick to his opinions. That being the case, it might as well ignore it.

Ye Mu nodded, as Mo Shen agreed.

Sitting in the car, she stroked her face tiredly, not forgetting to look at Mo Shen and suggesting: "Before going home, can you go to Ye's house first?"

"Where are you going to do?" Mo Shen held the steering wheel tightly. She was about to go back to Ye's house. Mo Shen couldn't help but think of what happened to He Nian at the door of Ye's old house the other day.

Ye Muqing took a breath. She had no reason: "I want to go back and have a look."

She is a little homesick. When others miss home, she goes back to her natal home. The only difference is that the home she thinks of has no parents. However, the decoration of the Ye Family's old house was arranged in the same way that Ye Shanlong was before her death. She always felt that Ye Shanlong was still in general when she went back.

She thought, her eyes dropped, looking a little lost.

Mo Shen looked at Ye Mu like this, and did not answer whether she was going or not, but his car still drove back to Ye's house.

In Ye's house, the best-preserved room belongs to Ye Shanlong. After Ye Shanlong passed away, Yao Rujun felt that the house was unlucky, so he kept locked and did not move, and never let anyone clean it. Mo Shen returned all the rooms to the original for Ye Mu, and only slightly cleaned and tidied Ye Shanlong's room. The contents were still his own.

Ye Mu pushed open the door of Ye Shanlong's room and looked at the picture of Ye Shan holding seven or eight-year-old Ye Mu on the bedside. Ye Mu's mouth was a bit bitter with a smile. She sat on the edge of the bed and stroked the photo with her hands. It’s my dad’s death..."

Ye Mu could forget any day, but this one could not be forgotten.

Every time it was close to this date, Ye Mu's mood couldn't help but fall.

Mo Shen pulled out his hand in his pocket, pressed his slender fingertips on Ye Mu's shoulder twice and said, "I will accompany you to see Dad the day after tomorrow."

Ye Mu looked up at Mo Shen. After marrying him, every year on Ye Shanlong's death day is not Ye Mu alone.

Ye Mu shook Mo Shen's hand and squeezed out a smile: "Okay."

She put her soft eyes on Mo Shen's body and turned a few times, and then looked down at the photo in her hand, with her fingertips rubbing against the frame for a moment: "To be ridiculous, I didn't even know the tombstone when Dad was alive. What do you look like. I still went to middle school and the school organized to sweep the graves of martyrs. I realized that my dad never took me to see my mom... I asked him, and he told me that my mom was walking too eagerly to give She erected a monument. At that time, when my dad said that, I was very sad. I always felt that when I missed her, I didn’t even have a chance to see her. But after my dad passed away...I realized that sometimes it is better to have no tombstone. He was lying under the cold stone, and I couldn't help feeling uncomfortable."

Ye Mu said with red lips, eyes flushed. Only in front of Mo Shen could she reveal her true emotions.

Mo Shen stood in front of Ye Mu, bending over to hug her into his arms. At this time, a silent hug may be more powerful than all comfort.

Ye Mu bit his red lips and blamed himself very much: "Dad told me to remember my mother's woes. I thought he would always be there. I never really remembered that day. Now my dad is no longer... Ji can't even remember, I still don't remember what Dad cares about..."

If Ye Shanlong was still there, would you blame her for knowing this? Compared to Ye Shanlong, she was even more sorry to be her mother.

"As long as they are in your heart, it is enough." Mo Shenqing kissed her hair, calming her voice with a little distress.

Ye Mu curled up in Mo Shen's arms, pulled Mo Shen's clothes tightly, sniffed, trying to calm down his emotions.

The pregnant woman's mood fluctuates a lot, and when she comes back here, she is inexplicably touched.

Ye Mu looked at the photo and saw Ye Shanlong holding the smiling little silly girl above. Ye Mu's eyes were red, and he smiled at Ye Shanlong in the photo.

She had never looked at herself in the photo seriously, staring at the photo, Ye Mu couldn't move her fingertips on the photo.

I don't know why, seeing this photo of myself, I always feel that it is inexplicable to see the photo of He Nian when he was a child at He Nian's home.

Ye Mu smiled, how could her picture look like He Nian?

The similar photos just got into his head suddenly, and Ye Mu quickly waved them away. She packed up some things and brought them with her when she went home.

Many of the things she has packed are her favorite fairy tales in childhood. When she is bored, she can revisit these things at home, and maybe she can tell them to the children in the future.

Ye Mu was lying on the desk in the bedroom and reading the book. She sat a little tired and simply lay on her stomach, looking at the pages of the book sideways.

Looking at it, Ye Mu couldn't help but smile. She was naughty enough when she was a child. The prince and princess in the pictures on the pages of the book made her color, and even added a pair of glasses to the princess very interesting.

Ye Mu flipped through the fairy tale book, as if he had seen the little self in his childhood, with a smile on his mouth, flipping page after page.

(End of this chapter)