On the day of the funeral, the weather was a bit gloomy. Many people came to the cemetery at a glance, including Mu Jinrui's former friends, colleagues, subordinates, and Mu Haochen's people who were once Mu Jinrui's opponents.
But without exception, they all sighed at Mu Jinrui's untimely death. Such a gentle and gentle person would be gone if he said nothing.
Of course, there is also the pair of middle-aged people who are supporting each other. They are the Mu's parents who have lived overseas for a long time. Seeing that the couple are several years old in an instant, this is how white-haired people send black-haired people.
But their backs are still upright, they can't fall down, they still have their family's overseas business waiting for them to take care of, how many people have to rely on them to support their jobs, they also have an excellent heir, Mu Haochen, to comfort them.
"Woo, Jin Rui." Suddenly, this deep atmosphere was broken by a woman's cry, Mu Haochen took a cold look and ordered her to be invited out of the cemetery.
The woman struggled and did not want to leave, "Mu Haochen! What's wrong with me? Can't I come to pay homage to Jin Rui?" This better-looking and well-dressed lady looked at Mu Haochen with aggrieved expression.
"Mrs. Guo, please be respectful! You shouldn't bother my brother." Mu Haochen glanced at this aggrieved face and frowned, waved to the security personnel to continue their actions.
"Wait! I am Jin Rui's friend no matter how you say it? I just came to worship, why do you want me to go?" The woman called Mrs. Guo walked up to Mu Haochen and asked loudly.
"Please be quiet, my brother doesn't like noise." Mu Haochen said lightly and continued to look at the photos on the tombstone, with grief in his eyes.
"Are you accusing me of false compassion on this face. Who is this for? The least expected person to appear at Jin Rui's tomb, Qiaqia is you, right? After all, I'm still your brother. The only girlfriend during his lifetime!" Mrs. Guo's face was full of nostalgia, and pride flashed in her eyes.
"Why didn't you say that you were your brother's girlfriend when you betrayed my brother? You are Mrs. Guo now. Do you think the Guo family will know your current performance in a few minutes? Miss Han?" Mu Haochen's face turned cream. The tone is cold.
"Also, the name Jin Rui doesn't suit your current status. From now on, it's better to call my brother Mu Dashao."
Han Yating's face turned blue, "Young Master Mu? If it wasn't for your second young Master Mu Haochen, Jin Rui wouldn't have today, right? What kind of a good person are you pretending to be here?" .
And Han Yating's words were like a sharp sword piercing Mu Haochen's heart fiercely, Mu Haochen's face became even harder, and the veins on his forehead were exposed.
Looking back at the photo on the tombstone, that smiling young and handsome face was forever frozen in his youth.
As the sun sets, night falls, and the cemetery is silent. Everyone in the day is gone, leaving only Mu Haochen sitting alone in front of Mu Jinrui's tombstone.
"Brother, am I really wrong?" Mu Haochen kept asking himself the same question in his heart.
But no one could answer Mu Haochen's question, and all that echoed in his ears were the rustling of the wind over the leaves and the creaking of crickets in the grass. It makes the entire cemetery even more lonely.
"Brother, if we weren't so diametrically opposed at the beginning, would our ending be completely different? You can live healthy until your hair is gray. Why did we become enemies? Without you, my home in my heart is gone. … Did I really win? Why is it so painful to win! I don't want all of this at all. Brother, I must have been fascinated in the first place."
"What the hell should I do now? What should I do?" At this moment of no one, Kneeling alone in front of his brother's tombstone, Mu Haochen held the tombstone and put it on the photo. Without the calmness of the day, he took off. Behind the mask, Mu Haochen cried like a child who could not find a home.
People, perhaps this is the way, in the process of chasing goals, slowly losing themselves. We don't even know why we chase
Buried in chasing after success, we will wake up until we are disappointed. What exactly do we want? What have we lost? does it worth
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