Chapter 542 Don't Think About It, Never Forget It (1)

This year, the summer in City S seems to have come very early. It seems that spring has just passed, and it has directly transitioned into midsummer. The scorching heat can easily make people feel depressed.

After the incident on the opening day of the film and television city, I thought that Cheng Lang would take advantage of the victory and chase the city to make a fuss. During these days, Mu Jinchen controlled Chenyu's capital flow, and Mu Zhenhua did not know how to appease Cheng Lang. The days were unexpectedly peaceful, and the Mu family was exceptionally calm.

After the couple moved back to Shuangcheng International, they closed the door and lived in a small duplex. Mama Wu happily took care of their daily life and food every day. Mr. Heilang was much more lively than when he was in Huijingwan. It's quite busy, the Mu family's old house, Xia Yuan, and Jing Yuan go back in turn, and the small life is quite enjoyable.

Tang Mubai took the initiative to explain the whole story of the car accident to the police. The other party was driving in the wrong direction and was driving drunk. The main responsibility lies with the other party. Compensation, the other party readily accepts, this matter is considered to be exposed.

Xia Ziwei went to work in Rising Sun as scheduled after recovering her health. Once she went there, she acted vigorously and decisively. After helping Cheng Lang win several important projects, she had established her high-level position in Rising Sun. Recently, she was even more high-profile. He held Cheng Lang's hand carefully to attend various chambers of commerce and receptions.

In an instant, Xia Ziwei's name resounded throughout the upper class of S City. Those who knew the inside story admired her formidable skills, while those who didn't knew secretly ridiculed her for her unspoken rules.

This day was already the third day of Mu Jinchen's business trip to Bangkok. It was the weekend, and Wushuang went back to the garden alone. At noon, the sun was high in the sky, and the normally cold garden was about to smoke .

Wushuang walked on the corridor of the garden, his back seemed to be wet with sweat, the weather was too hot.

Approaching the main hall, there was faintly melodious music like the sound of flute coming from inside. Wushuang approached and carefully identified the direction. It seemed to be coming from her father's room on the second floor.

Wushuang stood still on the path, listening carefully. It was his favorite song "Xiangsiyin" after he separated from his mother.

The mournful flute sound fell into the scorching midsummer, instantly refreshing.

The original meaning of fate is that there is no phase and no shape, that is, love and hate, and finally leave the scene, let it go, follow the wind and waves, rely on the unpredictable God alone, what you love and what you bear, what you expect and think, may have secrets and other things, and understand it carefully , the years are short and long, I am fortunate to look back and meditate, I don’t think about it, but I can’t forget it...

Wushuang sighed heavily, and immediately felt the same way, her father must be missing her mother again.

Pushing open the door of the main hall, there was no one there, even Uncle Fu didn't know where he went, it was supposed to be lunch time, but it was empty.

She put down what she was holding and walked towards the stairs.

Following the sound of the flute, I saw Jing Hongyuan standing on the edge of the balcony facing the Wushuang Pavilion, dressed in white trousers, playing a sad tune alone, secretly saddened.

His thin body was clearly standing under the scorching sun, but through the music, Wushuang touched the bursts of sadness in his heart, bursts of desolation...

She stood by the door, quietly watching her father's thin back, listening quietly, without making a sound.