245: C245 Gift Return

C245 Gift Return

"No surname Mu?" Then, it was Mu Antai's turn to look at Mu Qingqing in surprise.

"When we checked in, our accounts were all in A City. For the sake of convenience, we asked Uncle Mo and the others for help. My surname is Mo now and my name is Mo Xiaoyun."

"Saving people is a good thing. Did you take them to get a vaccine? "And then there's the problem of school, did you solve it all?" Mu Xiutan was calmer than Mu Antai. Since Mo Xiaoyun was now a member of Mu Family, he couldn't do anything to him.

"It's all arranged. He will be taken to see the new school in the beginning of spring." Mu Qingqing answered in an orderly manner, with an expression that did not match her age.

"Since it's like this, then I, this old man, won't say much." Mu Xiutan saw that Mu Qingqing disliked them and said this tactfully.

"I'll go make tea." Mu Qingqing stood up, her slender figure wrapped in a white coat.

"Qingqing, did you go to the nursing home today?" Mu Xiutan asked.

"Yes." As Mu Qingqing heated up the water, she busied herself with rummaging through the cabinets for tea.

Mu Xiutan stared at her back, as if he had thought of something. Was it Anren who told you to go? "

"That's right, Dad told me to go and give it to him." Mu Qingqing rummaged around for a while before finally finding a box of green tea leaves. Forget it, just let it be.

The steaming hot water poured a pot of fragrant tea into the pot and the fog immediately began to rise.

Hearing Mu Qingqing's words, Mu Xiutan's face darkened as he looked at Mu Antai with a serious expression.

"Grandpa, drink some tea." Mu Qingqing poured two cups of tea for Mu Xiutan and Mu Antai.

"Qingqing, your grandpa never drinks green tea, don't you know?" Mu Antai took the cup and looked at it. The tea leaves in the cup were still the inferior green tea. He couldn't help but question Mu Qingqing.

"Then I'll look for it again." Mu Qingqing understood immediately and turned around.

"Who said I don't drink green tea? This tea is very good." Mu Xiutan stared at Mu Antai. At this moment, he raised his teacup and took a sip of the fragrant green tea. Qing Qing, you sit. "

Mu Qingqing had no choice but to sit on the sofa at the side. She looked at the father and son duo in confusion.

"An Tai, if only you were half as sensible as Anren." Mu Xiutan said sincerely.

Mu Antai stared at Mu Qingqing as he gritted his teeth and drank the inferior green tea in the cup.

"When you were young, Third Master had often helped Mu Family. Even now, when he has left, he was still thinking about the descendants of Mu Family. Amongst the three brothers, Anren is the one who understands kindness the most, and is kind and compassionate. " Mu Xiutan sighed.

"But dad, didn't you also say that Big Brother is pedantic? Normally, you would just praise us for being flexible. Why are you praising Wu steel now? " Mu Antai said, unconvinced.

"Boss has his own perseverance, and with Mu Family supporting him from behind, he can easily put up less than thirty years of struggle, but your big brother chose to work hard on his own. I haven't asked for a penny in so many years. Can you do it? " Mu Xiutan didn't know what had happened today, but he suddenly remembered all the good things about Mu Anren.

"At the end of the day, it's still because Dad is biased towards Big Bro. That's not what you said when he ran away from home." Mu Antai looked down at the teacup in his hand. The cup was roughly made, and the tea leaves were of the lowest quality.

"Qingqing, before your third grandfather passed away, he entrusted Xiaomin to bring you that stone." Mu Xiutan pointed at the big rock in the corner of the dining room and easily changed the topic. He didn't want to say this in front of the child. And he did not understand why Mu Qi'an would give Mu Qingqing that heavy stone.

Mu Qingqing looked in the direction Mu Xiutan pointed. Isn't that the stone she gave to Mu Qi'an?

"Did Grandfather say anything else?"

"Third Uncle didn't say anything. On the contrary, it was Xiaomin who kept regretting that he didn't listen to you." "Little girl, what did you and Xiaomin say?" He didn't know his granddaughter was so capable that even Mu Xiaomin, a director in his late twenties, regretted not listening to her.

"I didn't say anything. I just went to visit Grandfather that time and played a few games of chess with him." Mu Qingqing clenched her fist tightly, as if Old Master Mu could see through her thoughts.

"Dad, the stone has been delivered. Can we leave now?" Mu Antai did not want to stay in this poor place anymore.

Mu Xiutan stared at Mu Qingqing and then put down his teacup. He asked slowly, "Qingqing, is it because of your father that you refused to accept my good intentions?"

"No." Mu Qingqing raised her head and met Mu Xiutan's gaze with determination.

"Then why?" Mu Xiutan knew Mu Qingqing was a gifted child. It was a pity to let her go.

"I want to follow my heart and do what I like."

Mu Xiutan didn't show any joy or anger on his face. However, he didn't leave any words for Mu Qingqing as he turned around and left with Mu Antai.

The moment the two elders left, Mo Xiaoyun stuck his head out from the stairs. Master, are you alright? "

Mu Qingqing sighed helplessly. She didn't understand what Mu Xiutan meant by giving up on her.

"This stone has returned to our hands. What should we do?" Mu Qingqing didn't expect the gift to be returned to her hands. She was still in a daze.

"Sold?" Mo Xiaoyun felt that such a large stone would take up a lot of space. But where could he and Mu Qingqing sell this stone?

"Just leave it for now, I'll go up to do my homework." After Mu Xiutan left, she could finally feel relieved. Mu Qingqing was about to go upstairs when the phone rang again.

"Is it Qingqing?" Mu Xiaomin's tired voice came into his ears.

"Yes, grandfather?" Mu Qingqing asked doubtfully.

"Before my dad left, he asked me to give you all the stones that he treasured. I think you have no place to put them. The stones are in the nursing home. If you want to take them away, you can come and get them at any time. "

Mu Xiaomin knew Mu Qi'an liked to collect stones, but he always hated those weird stones that filled Mu Qi'an's bed, so after Mu Qi'an left, he planned to clear out the stones from the nursing home. Unexpectedly, Mu Qi'an made a will to give these stones to Mu Qingqing. Although it was her father's will, Mu Xiaomin was still curious about Mu Qingqing. How did she please the old man? The pile of stones that the old man treasured the most had now left. He didn't give those stones to Mu Xiaomin, but to his distant relatives instead?

"Grandfather gave me all his precious stones?" Mu Qingqing asked in surprise.

"That's right." Mu Xiaomin was very sure, it was probably because the old man had been sick for a long time and his brain was not clear. But this was the old man's will. As the eldest son, he had to follow the old man's will.

"Oh, okay." Although Mu Qingqing was puzzled by Mu Qi'an's act of giving the stone to her, but after some careful thought, she didn't feel that it was out of the blue. She specifically gave a rock to Mu Qi'an. Mu Qi'an probably thought that she liked stones too. Now that Mu Qi'an had passed away, his darling Mu Xiaomin might not take it seriously, so he gave it to her.

Having gotten the stone from Mu Qi'an's grandfather for no reason, Mu Qingqing felt even more sad. Even though her respected elder had reached the end of his life, she did not forget her own younger generation. They were worthy of respect.

"..."

At the age of 26, Mu Qingqing let Aunt Qiong go back to A City. Aunt Qiong was very confident in Mu Qingqing's abilities, so she left the Zhaoxi City with a peaceful heart.

On a cold and lonely night, Mu Qingqing and Mo Xiaoyun were sitting at a table, studying the poker cards while eating a box of rice.

"Master, I've almost rested enough during this time. You must take me when you participate in the competition." Mo Xiaoyun tried changing his number several times and it was a success.

"Here, turn this into the Seven of Spades." Mu Qingqing held up a red peach 2, indicating that Mo Xiaoyun turned into a seven.

In less than a second, the number two in Mu Qingqing's hands turned into the seven of spades.

"Very good, victory is within our grasp this time." Mu Qingqing said with a smile.

It was not even the start of the New Year yet, and fireworks were being released from all over the Zhaoxi City. The dark and gloomy sky was brimming with vitality due to the bright fireworks.

Mu Qingqing brought Mo Xiaoyun up to the Sky Tower. Looking at the clusters of fireworks in the distance, Mo Xiaoyun excitedly pulled Mu Qingqing to buy fireworks.

"No, you're still young, it's dangerous to play with fire." Mu Qingqing refused him, forbidding Mo Xiaoyun to let out fireworks.

Mo Xiaoyun nodded obediently. Okay, this is master's order, master has to listen to everything he says.

"Master, how did you spend the New Year before?" Mo Xiaoyun asked curiously.

Speaking of which, Mu Qingqing fell into a sentimental atmosphere. What did the liveliness of the Mu Family have to do with her?

In the past, she was always the most tired when it was almost New Year's Eve. She had to prepare sausages, cut up a lot of meat, and go to the mountain to chop branches and smoke. If it wasn't for Aunt Qiong's help, she would have died from exhaustion.2

Mu Xiaoyou, on the other hand, was brought along by Su Cuiyun to the market, shopping, buying new clothes, and then chose the cheap and ill-fitting flowery clothes for Mu Qingqing to wear.

Every time.

In the days before New Year's, Mu Anren was too busy to go home except on New Year's Eve, and by then Mu Qingqing had done all the work.

The busiest time was when fireworks were set off at night. She could stand aside and watch Mu Yichen quickly light the fuse before running to the front of the house to stand together with her with a big smile on his face.

Mu Anren would give each of them a red packet under their pillow on New Year's Eve. Each of them would receive two hundred yuan, which was the happiest thing for a child.

There aren't any more red packets this year, Mu Qingqing sneered coldly.

On New Year's Eve, she personally cooked a sweet and sour pine nut fish. She cooked a mushroom soup, and the scorched white prawns were served to the table. Two dishes and a soup were enough for two people.

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