Lin Mu nestled on a chair in the studio, staring at the photo album spread out on the table in a daze.
There was no news about her family in the albums and records that my mother left at home, and there was no news about her at all.
Lin Mu always felt that the reason why her mother did not leave any information was because she had torn her face with her family, and there was no need to contact her family any more.
For more than ten years, although the mother and son have not lived very well, many things need to be cost-effective before buying, but at least they are well fed and warm.
If the requirements of life are not so high, there is indeed no need to contact the grandfather.
Mom can even endure rolling in the wild, and naturally she can endure this ordinary life. After so many years of hardships and tiring, they all live happily.
And there is really no difficulty in having to contact my grandfather.
Therefore, Lin Mu has always regarded himself as having no other relatives.
It doesn't affect him anyway.
Lin Mu was in a daze, and the phone on the table vibrated slightly.
He glanced at the screen of the mobile phone, and found that the message from the big boss was pushed on the screen.
Lin Mu picked up the phone and unlocked it, and found that the big boss had ordered three pots of cyclamen with him again.
Lin Mu paused, tapped the screen several times with his fingertips, got stuck for two seconds, then deleted a large string of words that he had typed, and then returned the word "OK".
Before he could put down his phone, another message came from the big boss.
He asked Lin Mu: Is there anything you want to ask
Lin Mu's fingertips flicked on the screen for a while, and some didn't know how to answer.
There was so much more he wanted to ask.
But when I think about it, I actually react.
Why does someone so rich as Uncle Zhao always place an order with him for potted plants every half a year
Let's not talk about the question of whether the flowers and plants can be raised well, even if it is a flower that is difficult to grow, every year when the flowering period arrives, which flower and bird market and various flower exhibitions can buy all kinds of flowers
Even Lin Mu himself would join in the fun with well-kept flowers and plants, and he also won prizes at flower shows and received a bonus.
Not to mention some of the bosses who want to buy flowers I know because of this.
But this kind of boss will never ask him to order flowers a year and a half in advance, and he still needs two or three pots a month.
Lin Mu called Uncle Zhao the Big Boss because he provided too much business.
To what extent, almost a quarter of the flowers sold by Linmu in a year are handed over to Uncle Zhao, except for small orders from some high-end places.
Said that it was ordered for a friend, that I wanted it myself, that it was given to my elders, and various names.
When I think about it now, it's like giving him money on purpose.
Lin Mu paused with his hesitant fingers on the screen, typed a series of words, hesitated for a while, and deleted the three words of Lin Hongsheng and changed it to little uncle.
After a while, the little uncle was deleted and changed to a substitute name "he".
Lin Mu asked the big boss: Did he mean you to buy flowers from me
Lin Hongsheng on the other end of the phone looked at the reply with a bitter face, and turned to look at the pot of cuckoo that Lin Mu had brought over, a friend who couldn't put it down.
"How do I reply to this?"
Uncle Zhao took a look, took the phone over, and returned very seriously: I like flowers, and as he introduced, no one can grow flowers under my hands for three rounds except yours.
Lin Mu looked at this reply and was stunned for two seconds. Thinking of the miserable situation he saw when he first went to the landscape room of the big boss's house, he couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled.
He once suggested to the big boss to hire a special gardener to take care of it, but the big boss was very stubborn and always thought he could do it.
In the end, it was up to him to go there once a month or two to help take care of it a little.
Lin Mu looked at the phone, held his cheeks and thought for a while, thinking about how to reply, and then a series of messages came one after another.
Talk about some family affairs from my mother's side.
Lin Mu slowly finished the page, but his heart was not touched by his two uncles.
Just two ordinary people.
Unwilling to accept the risks and losses brought about by breaking free from family completely, but trying to pursue their own life while enjoying resources.
Some parents will choose to indulge their children, give them a piece of the sky, and let them grow up freely, while others will strictly control them, treat the children as their own, and not allow them to step outside the path they set. one step.
Grandpa was obviously the latter, but for the two uncles who wanted to fly but didn't have the courage to break free from their shackles, it was just that things didn't go their way.
The eldest uncle is a coward. After his failure, he pinned his hopes on his younger brothers and sisters.
The little uncle was petted and protected by his brother and sister, and obviously he was very cowardly about facing his grandfather directly.
The two uncles are in their forties and fifties, and they are still living in the shadow of their grandfather. Even attending a sister's funeral and taking care of a nephew who lives abroad have to secretly look at other people's faces. Where does success go.
Mom simply left, but she seemed to be living the most comfortable life.
Lin Mu looked at the chat record that he pulled to the end, and his heart did not fluctuate.
People live in this world, who don't have a few stories.
But one size fits all.
Although they have nothing to do with them, they should repay them for the convenience they give them.
Lin Mu tapped on the screen of his mobile phone, thanked him, and wondered how he should repay the kindness of the two uncles he had never been able to discover over the years.
He finally knew who he was following his revenge temperament.
He just said, the father in the dream looks gentle and gentle, and he doesn't seem to have a vengeful character at all.
It was inherited from my mother.
Thinking about it now, my mother asked him to call his grandfather to collect the corpse. In addition to such a deliberate element, he may still hope that the two brothers can come here and take care of him in the future.
Especially since my mother lived on the edge of City A for so many years, she hadn't seen a few relatives, probably because my grandfather did something in the middle.
After all, city A is not big. They have lived in the suburbs for so many years and bought a house here. How could my grandfather not know about it.
But for so many years, Lin Mu has never seen any relatives from his mother's side - let alone a family member visiting, only a few friends and mentors will call over the phone.
It's just that the mother in my memory is always very gentle, and I really can't see how rebellious she is in her bones.
Lin Mu put down his phone and closed the photo album. He tilted his head and glanced outside the window. On the second floor, he happened to see the pointed glass house under construction.
Several little monsters are carefully putting the glass on, applying waterproof glue and protective coating, and turning their heads to look at the room from time to time.
The little mimosa, who was quietly aiming at the room, met Lin Mu, stunned for two seconds, then showed a shy smile at Lin Mu, and waved the brush in his hand happily.
With this wave, the glue stuck on the brush was thrown out, sticking to the little potato next to him, all over his face.
Lin Mu and a few little monsters were startled, and they didn't care about their sadness or anything else, they jumped up from their chairs and hurried out of the room.
Aggrieved, Little Potato changed back to the prototype, and asked Lin Mu to help him wipe off the glue on his body.
The little Mimosa, who had done something wrong, apologized repeatedly, her eyes were red with anxiety, and she looked like she was about to cry in the next second.
The big mimosa was comforting the two little friends. Seeing that the comfort seemed useless, he also sniffed and burst into tears.
The ginseng doll hurriedly brought out a few bowls of double-skin milk from the house, and comforted a few friends in a soft voice, each with a bowl of double-skin milk.
But the little buddies couldn't coax him well, and the little ginseng also blushed, sniffing and holding the bowl, staring at Lin Mu.
Lin Mu: "… "
He pondered for a while before asking, "You don't have a name yet? Do you want to think of a name for yourself?"
After a few little monsters heard it, Qi Qi stopped the twitching action.
Yan Xuanjing turned around outside, and when he came back with a cage of cooing pigeons, he saw that in the courtyard surrounded by Rihua, Lin Mu was squatting beside the water well at the entrance of the courtyard, washing a potato with a potato. .
Surrounded by three little dolls, the two mimosa trees were digging the double-skin milk by the spoonful, and Lin Muteng couldn't do it, so the ginseng doll fed him spoonful by spoonfuls with bright eyes.
Seeing the blushing face of the little ginseng, it seems that he is very intoxicated by feeding the forest trees.
Yan Xuanjing looked at Lin Mu's expression, and felt that Lin Mu's state didn't seem to need consolation.
He walked over, glanced at the little guys, and said, "Eat potatoes today? I brought pigeons here."
The three little monsters joined Lin Mu for a meal together, and turned to look at the big monster carrying the pigeon.
The ginseng baby trembled a little while holding the double-skin milk, and stumblingly said with a milky voice: "You, you, you... Don't eat Lin Tudou, he just became a sperm, no, it's not delicious."
Lin potatoes
Yan Xuanjing was at a loss for a moment.
"The names they just chose." Lin Mu explained, pointing to Yan Xuanjing one by one, "Lin Ginseng, Lin Tudou, Lin Daxi, Lin Xiaoxi."
"… "
It can be seen that the name can only be obtained without reading a book.
Yan Xuanjing glanced at the potato in Lin Mu's hand, only to realize that it was not an ordinary potato, but the little monster.
no way.
Lin Mu likes to eat potatoes, and now it's time for dinner. Seeing that he is so serious about cleaning potatoes, he doesn't pay attention for a while.
"Don't eat him." Yan Xuanjing said, putting the pigeon in his hand aside.
Lin Mu glanced at the pigeon: "Want to eat it?"
Yan Xuan nodded.
Lin Mu said ok, wiped off the last bit of glue on the little potato, and as soon as he let go, the little potato rolled into the soil, hiding and reluctant to come out.
The little ginseng put away the bowl, pulled two mimosa trees, and squatted aside to observe Yan Xuanjing, who had just made a terrible speech.
Lin Mu went into the house to boil water, Yan Xuanjing looked at his back for a while, then leaned over and grabbed a pigeon out of the cage, snapped the pigeon's neck with a click, and started fast and precise, trying to make the pigeon run in the shortest possible time. Time hangs up, and the bird's neck is cut open and bloodletted.
Several little monsters who were watching secretly next to each other sobbed together.
In fact, they did not often see Yan Xuanjing's fierce and neat hand reaching out when he was fighting with Lin Mu, but Lin Mu was still able to jump around quickly.
If it was said that Yan Xuanjing slaughtered animals, they had never seen it before.
"Okay, so fierce." Little Mimosa sniffed.
"Wu u u uh." Little Ginseng nodded.
Little Tudou came over and muttered, "Why didn't I see you talking about murder when Lin Mu was killed?"
Little Ginseng was stunned for a moment, and immediately performed a double-standard scene: "Can that be the same!"
The other three little monsters listened to what he said, thought for a moment, and shook their heads in unison.
Different.
It's not the same.
Lin Mu is gentle, gentle and beautiful, which is as scary as this nine-tailed fox.
Yan Xuanjing could hear the small movements in the corner clearly, so he didn't bother to pay attention to it, but turned his head to look at the forest coming out of the house.
Lin Mu waved at him and said happily, "It was Da Hei who came here!"
Yan Xuan nodded, not surprised.
Lin Mu ran over and pressed the speakerphone.
Da Hei is here to give Lin Mu Bao Ping'an about the progress of the mission by the way.
This kind of task still has to be known by a third person, otherwise, if they die, the task record will disappear completely.
Da Hei said that they dispatched four monsters and three humans this time, but when they arrived, they were trapped by the formation deployed by the Emperor House.
"We were fished out by a new big monster, but the Emperor House didn't mean to kill us." Da Hei looked at the villa in the resort and said, "The ingredients left in the refrigerator and finished food, drinking Water and fruit are enough for those few humans to eat for a month."
I see.
Lin Mu now understands that when he called Diwu before, the other party said he didn't care what he meant.
Da Hei muttered: "I don't think the Emperor House wants to move us, it just wants to hold us back."
"That's good, you have no cause and effect." Lin Mu said happily.
"Well, this is indeed good news, but we received two bad news after it came out." Da Hei thought of the news he had just received and felt a little headache, "The Emperor House held another Taoist temple, as usual, digging into the ground to kill three feet. There are no fins left, not even the fish raised in the pond, that's one of them."
"..." Lin Mu opened his mouth and closed it again, "What about the other two?"
"In that Taoist temple, in addition to the breath of Emperor Wu, there is also the breath of Emperor Xiu." Da Hei said, "Di Xiu, do you know? One of the ancient sacred trees, at the same level as Emperor Wu, it is said that they have a good relationship. , I don't know exactly..."
Da Hei was still chattering over there, but Lin Mu was completely stunned on the spot.
Yan Xuanjing looked at Lin Mu with hindsight, but found that Lin Mu's eyes were red, and some tears were pouring out.
The fox spirit was stunned, and looked at Lin Mu who was about to cry. After a while, he patted his head like Lin Mu used to comfort Little Ginseng.
"You didn't wash your hands." Lin Mu cried a little when he spoke.
Yan Xuanjing looked down at his hands that were still stained with pigeon blood: "..."
Lin Mu thought of Yan Xuanjing's nine-tailed fox's identity, and also thought that Yan Xuanjing's father used to be one of the big monsters who guarded the Dixiu Valley, so he sniffed: "You already knew that, didn't you? Dixiu... about my father. "
Yan Xuanjing got stuck for two seconds, hesitated, and nodded.
Lin Muhong stared at Yan Xuanjing who had admitted it, and was speechless for a while.
Yan Xuanjing looked at Lin Mu's angry and sad look, pursed his lips slightly in thought, looked at Lin Mu for a long time, and suddenly showed a stunned expression, took two steps under Lin Mu's stare, and leaned slightly on Lin Mu's forehead. kissed.
He opened his mouth, and his voice softened a little, like the cold snow on the mountain turned into a flowing ding dong clear spring under the sun.
"Do not cry."
he said.