Chapter 889: Still Able to Make a Comeback

If there is no love, create love.

Mu Jianhua once stubbornly believed that there would be no love and hate for no reason in this world. All love and all hate are accumulated over time.

The person you loved so much at the beginning is no longer as good as the flowing water around you in the end.

But he was wrong. Even if Bai Zhi had a steady stream of water in her life, it would not be him.

The bartender was used to seeing drunken customers and silently helped Mu Jianhua mix drinks. The singer had changed from a bold one to a graceful one and sang classic old songs. Mu Jianhua narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the light blue in the cup. of liquid.

It is said that the more you drink wine, the warmer it becomes, and the more you drink water, the colder it becomes. Why did he still feel cold and trembling all over after drinking it for most of the night.

"You're drunk." The wine glass in his hand was taken away, and Mu Jianhua shook his head and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face next to him.

"Xiao Cheng, how did you know I'm here?" Mu Jianhua rubbed his sore eyebrows and looked at Song Licheng.

"Looks like he's really drunk." Song Licheng shook his head and waved his phone at Mu Jianhua, "You didn't send me the location yourself."

Mu Jianhua was stunned for a moment. It was he who sent Song Licheng's location while he was half drunk and half awake?

Maybe this is the so-called blood relationship. When I was most sad, the only person I could think of to talk to was my half-brother.

"Still can't let it go?" Song Licheng pulled up the high chair and sat next to Mu Jianhua.

"Xiao Cheng, sometimes I'm curious. Are you really so sunny? No matter what happens, you can resolve it, or are you too good at pretending?" Mu Jianhua looked directly at Song Licheng, "About them..."

Speaking of Li Haiyan, Mu Jianhua's heart was filled with a sigh of relief. He still couldn't accept that Li Haiyan was his mother. He took back the wine glass and took a sip, and continued: "As for the grudges between your parents and mine, you really don't mind at all. ?”

The bartender, who was good at observing people's emotions, immediately made another glass of brightly colored wine and handed it to Song Licheng.

"Do you mind? How could you not mind?" Song Licheng took the wine handed over by the bartender and took a sip. "But people always have to look forward and stick to the past. Everyone is unhappy."

Mu Jianhua looked at his half-brother, his eyes were so magnanimous, just like when he was a child, he was always the first to apologize and admit his mistakes when he did something wrong.

Perhaps, people who live a magnanimous life are more likely to be forgiven by others. From childhood, no matter what trouble they get into, they will almost never be punished by adults, and they themselves are not allowed to make the slightest mistake.

Because you are magnanimous, is it easier to forgive and be forgiven, and is it easier to let go?

"I also know that people should look forward." Mu Jianhua's voice was painful, "But when I think of Bai Zhi and Lu Juefeng using me, I can't swallow this breath."

Hearing Mu Jianhua say that Bai Zhi was using him, Song Licheng couldn't help but want to excuse Bai Zhi, but thinking of Mu Jianhua's mood at this time, he was afraid that his excuse would anger Mu Jianhua, so he didn't say anything, just picked up the wine glass and Mu Jianhua clinked the cup.

When people are sad, what they need is empathy, not explanation.

"I tried very hard to hate her, her ruthlessness, her calculations and use, but I couldn't." Mu Jianhua said to himself, "Every time something happens to her, I can't help but go Look at her, she just brings shame on herself every time. Do you think I am a bitch? "

"You just love your sister too much." Song Licheng patted Mu Jianhua on the shoulder, "You love her too much, so you can't give in, and you love her too much, so you can't bear to hate her. It's not your fault."

The gloom in Mu Jianhua's heart gradually dissipated because of Song Licheng's words. Yes, he loved Bai Zhi so much that he almost lost himself. But no one could understand this emotion. He could only keep it in his heart and did not dare to say it. Can't say either.

But today Song Licheng helped him tell it. He would not hate himself like Mo Fangru because he loved Bai Zhi, nor would he laugh at himself because he still loved Bai Zhi like others.

The only thing that is more painful than loving is loving without being understood.

"Give it time." Seeing that Mu Jianhua's expression softened, Song Licheng continued to comfort him, "There is no injury in this world that time cannot heal."

"It seems that the wounds that Xiao Cheng cannot heal are all left to time." Mu Jianhua smiled, saying that time is a good medicine to heal wounds, but why did he feel that time made his wounds rot deeper.

"I've healed everyone in the world, but I can't heal emotional injuries." Song Licheng also said with a smile, "As the saying goes, a drunkenness can solve a thousand worries. Now that we are here, we will never get drunk and never return."

"Okay, I won't go home until I'm drunk." Mu Jianhua looked at the bar with drunken eyes. The singer changed from a young man to a middle-aged man at some point, and he was singing Mo Wen Today in a low voice.

"As soon as the string is finished, the wind sweeps away, and the dirty wine causes the belly to burn..."

What a sad night.

Mu Jianhua closed his eyes and drank all the wine in the glass.

*

Hospital.

Lu Jueyun, who was sitting next to Su Mixue's bed and taking a nap, vaguely heard Su Mixue murmuring in a low voice.

Lu Jueyun opened his eyes and saw Su Mixue's chapped lips, muttering in a low voice: "Water...water..."

If you know you're thirsty, it shouldn't be long before you wake up.

Lu Jueyun hurriedly shook up Su Mixue's remote-controlled hospital bed so that Su Mixue was in a semi-sitting position. He then poured a glass of warm water with his left hand and handed it to her mouth.

The water flowed down Su Mi Xue's mouth and touched the wound on Su Mi Xue's chin. Su Mi Xue frowned slightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Lu Jueyun hurriedly put down the water glass, pulled off the paper and gently wiped the water from Su Mixue's mouth.

Looking at Su Mixue, whose face was pale and whose lips were dry and white, Lu Jueyun was scratching his head anxiously. He couldn't force the water in. He couldn't just pinch her mouth and force it in. That would be too rude.

Forget it, it's yours.

Lu Jueyun made up his mind, picked up the water cup and took a sip, and then fed it directly into Su Mixue's mouth.

When the warm and soft lips touched Su Mixue's slightly dry lips, Su Mixue, who was in a coma, instinctively opened her mouth and swallowed the water that Lu Jueyun fed her. She seemed unsatisfied and even licked Lu Jueyun's lips with her tongue.

As if there was an electric current running through his body, Lu Jueyun opened his eyes and looked at this woman who flirted with him wantonly. Was he kissed by her just now?

Forget it, considering her illness, I forgave her.

In a spirit of sacrifice, Lu Jueyun fed Su Mixue some more water. Seeing her satisfied expression, he put down the cup, laid the remote control bed flat, and took out wet tissues to gently wipe the corners of Su Mixue's lips.

In the past, Su Mixue was always fierce, and he didn't have the leisure to observe her appearance. Now, looking carefully, Lu Jueyun unexpectedly discovered that Su Mixue's facial features can be said to be perfect.

The willow-leaf eyebrows as light as smoke, the curled and cute eyelashes, the deep eye sockets, the high nose bridge, and... the little mouth that was more frivolous than his own, coupled with this delicate and small melon-seed face, why didn't he realize before that the tigress was actually a great beauty.

If only she wasn't so fierce, Lu Jueyun's eyes unconsciously showed a gentle smile, and the movements of his hands became more gentle.