C244 Pick a Gift
C244 Pick a Gift
"Grandfather …" Mu Qingqing still wanted to say something, but was glared at by Mu Xiaomin, so she had to swallow her words of consolation.
"Sure, Dad. I worked a night shift last night, so I won't send you off." Mu Xiaomin blinked, his eyelids were so heavy that he could barely lift his head up.
Mu Qi'an ignored him and continued to look at the scenery in front of him. The bare trunk of the tree brushed against the straight concrete road, causing layers of thin dust to roll up from the car.
"Third Grandpa, you accompany Grandfather more often when you're free. "He …" Mu Qingqing wanted to persuade him to take Mu Qi'an home with him instead of sending him back to the nursing home.
"Dad, I'll have someone send a new nurse over later. We usually rest at home, don't come out all the time. It's cold today." Mu Xiaomin said while rubbing his forehead.
"Got it." Mu Qi'an replied indifferently.
Mu Xiaomin turned around and walked towards the dormitory.
Mu Qingqing helplessly watched him leave. He would definitely regret doing nothing in the future.
"Little girl Qing Qing, each person has their own life. You have already predicted that this old man would die, haven't you?" After Mu Xiaomin left, Mu Qi'an didn't get angry. Instead, he spoke to Mu Qingqing calmly.
"Indeed." Mu Qingqing admitted it frankly. She remembered a part of her previous life, but not everyone could say their goodbyes.
Mu Qi'an was a warm-hearted elder and extremely passionate towards the younger generation. She remembered Mu Qi'an's kindness, so she rushed over to visit before Mu Qi'an left and also to see if he had any unfulfilled desires.
"You have a kind heart, you will definitely get your revenge." Mu Qi'an chuckled happily. "Don't feel pressured to see where Xiaomin works, I am already satisfied."
Mu Qingqing felt very sad in her heart. She felt that instead of making the elderly happy, she had caused some unhappy things to happen. Mu Xiaomin Fei felt that she was cursing the elderly, so there was nothing she could do.
"Don't be sad, Xiaomin has such a bad temper. Even after so many years, my son's temper still hasn't changed one bit. This is still similar to me. " Mu Qi'an reassured her.
"I'll take you back." Mu Qingqing forced a smile and pushed him towards the nursing home.
"Qingqing, how many days do I have left?" Mu Qi'an asked casually.
"Three days." Mu Qingqing bit her lips as she replied.
"Three days? "It's already enough, this old man is even making money!" Mu Qi'an said with a smile.
"Sister, what three days?" Mo Xiaoyun was confused as he heard what she said. He turned his head and stared blankly at the depressed Mu Qingqing.
Mu Qingqing suddenly felt envious of Mo Xiaoyun. He was an alien and did not understand the meaning of Earth's departure. At this moment, she could feel her heart breaking, but Mo Xiaoyun was in a confused state. She really hoped that she didn't know how to part with him.
"Grandfather, do you have any other wishes?" Mu Qingqing lowered her gaze and looked at the white-haired old man sitting on the wheelchair.
"No more." Mu Qi'an shook his head. Mu Qingqing pushed him back to the gate of the nursing home. He had no regrets when he saw a familiar road on this trip.
"Mister Mu!" The moment the nurse saw Mu Qi'an's wheelchair, she immediately ran over. We were looking for you everywhere, and we were just about to call the police! "
Mu Qi'an looked at Mu Qingqing slowly with his gray eyes. He asked with a desolate tone, "Qing Qing, how much time do we have left?"
Mu Qingqing did not expect him to ask such a question. She thought for a moment and replied, "At least another ten years."
Mu Qi'an smiled in relief and nodded, "Then I am relieved."
The nurse pushed Mu Qi'an through the iron gate of the nursing home. Mu Qingqing stood at the front door and watched Mu Qi'an enter the nursing home.
"Elder sister, why aren't we leaving yet?" Mo Xiaoyun had had enough boredom along the way, so he hurriedly urged Mu Qingqing.
"Grandfather's greatest worry is still about his children. The love of a father is great. " After she finished speaking, two streams of clear tears flowed down Mu Qingqing's face.
"Master, why are you crying?" Mo Xiaoyun was even more confused. What was this operation? I thought you just came to visit. Master is a nurse and he is crying. What are you doing?
"You don't understand." Mu Qingqing patted his head and wiped away the tears on her face.
"I don't understand. It's too profound." Mo Xiaoyun shook his head, unable to understand the feelings behind it. Besides, this was only his second time meeting Mu Qi'an, so he had no feelings to talk with Mu Qi'an.
After leaving the nursing home, Mu Qingqing's mood had always been downcast. Three days later, she received a call from Mu Anren, telling her to buy flowers to bring to the nursing home before the funeral of her third grandfather, Mu Qi'an.
The mourning hall was located in the main hall of the residential care house. Many relatives of Mu Family had come, and even Old Master Mu Xiutan had come himself.
"It's all my fault. If only I had taken dad to live at home that day." Mu Xiaomin sat on a chair to the side with a dejected expression. His eyes were glazed and he seemed to be in a declining position.
The music started. Mu Qingqing put the flowers to the side and stood in a corner far away from the crowd. She stared at Mu Qi'an's coffin in a daze.
"Xiaomin, Third Uncle is already eighty-nine this year. I want to open up a bit, open up a bit." Mu Xiutan consoled Mu Xiaomin.
"That day, my dad said that he wanted to come to my house to drink with me, but I rejected him. It's all my fault, I didn't even help him fulfill his last wish. " Mu Xiaomin covered his face in remorse.
"Elder sister, should we go back earlier?" Mo Xiaoyun's blue pupils would appear out of the blue in this place, so Mu Qingqing bought a few pairs of beautiful black eyes for Mo Xiaoyun to wear whenever she went out.
"Mm, let's go." Mu Qingqing was quite far from the old man and didn't want to go greet him right away.
Mu Xiutan suddenly saw a slender white figure in the corner. It was plain yet lonely. Am I seeing things? That seems to be Qingqing. "
"Dad, you're mistaken, there's no one there." Mu Antai said to Mu Xiutan solemnly as he watched Mu Qingqing leave.
When Mu Xiutan looked over, there was already no one in that corner. He helplessly shook his head, this eldest granddaughter was his most treasured child, even if they were not close, they wouldn't accept the burden of Mu Family.
After leaving Mu Qi'an's funeral, Mu Qingqing took Mo Xiaoyun to the department store. Ren Xinru's birthday was coming up in ten days and she wanted to choose a present for Ren Xinru. No matter how he thought about it, a woman's gift was nothing more than clothes, jewelry, and perfume.
As she passed by Zhan Ying's clothing, Mu Qingqing frowned slightly and then took Mo Xiaoyun to another floor.
"Elder sister, this, this looks good." Mo Xiaoyun pointed at a light blue loving-type brooch on top of the glass window and said happily.
"Brat, you can't be judging by the color of your face, right?" The corner of Mu Qingqing's mouth twitched. This brooch was also blue.
"Blue is beautiful." Mo Xiaoyun stood on his tiptoes and looked inside the glass window.
Mu Qingqing looked at the price of the brooch. It was indeed not expensive at all. It was only slightly over a hundred. It was just that it wasn't very practical, so he didn't know if Ren Xinru would like it.
"Elder sister, buy it!" Mo Xiaoyun looked at her in anticipation. His eyes that had beautiful pupils seemed cute instead of blue.
"That's not very practical. Let's look at something else." Mu Qingqing shook her head, rejecting the gift of the brooch.
Mo Xiaoyun hung his head, looking very dispirited.
"If you like it, I'll buy it for you." It was only a hundred yuan or so. As Mo Xiaoyun's master, he had never done anything to amuse him. Mu Qingqing wanted to smile at him.
Mo Xiaoyun nodded and his expression became happy.
Choosing and choosing, Mu Qingqing finally chose a gardenia fragrance perfume, the price is more than a thousand. When he returned home with the perfume, Mu Xiutan was already sitting in the living room.
"Qing Qing, why aren't you going home during the winter vacation?" Mu Xiutan's attitude was quite gentle, but this question seemed to have a questioning tone to it.
"Grandfather." Mu Qingqing called out calmly.
"Where did this little kid come from?" Mu Xiutan's gaze fell on the little boy beside Mu Qingqing.
"Call me grandpa." Mu Qingqing reminded him.
"Grandfather." Mo Xiaoyun shouted obediently.
Mu Xiutan was stunned. Could it be that Mu Anren had given birth to another child? That's not right, he looked to be seven or eight years old. He shouldn't be the kind of person who would add someone to his family and not tell his elders.
"You go up first." Mu Qingqing passed the bag in her hands to Mo Xiaoyun and indicated for him to go upstairs first.
"Grandfather, he's the little brother I picked up." Mu Qingqing told the truth. She didn't want to inform Old Master Mu about this before, but now that they met, it was a good thing. Explain everything clearly so that there wouldn't be trouble.
"Picked it up?" Mu Xiutan stared at Mu Qingqing in confusion. She was just reading. Where did she find such a big person?
"Qingqing, you picked such a big child as your younger brother. Do you know his background clearly?" Mu Antai stared at Mu Qingqing with a smile that wasn't a smile. If an unknown person wanted to have Mu as their surname, they would have to inform the old man.
"He was a homeless child abandoned by his parents. One day, he passed out from hunger in front of our house. I took him back home to help." Mu Qingqing replied indifferently.
"Such a big matter, why don't you discuss it with your family?" Mu Xiutan's voice was filled with an invisible sense of oppression.
"Dad and I decided to let him stay home after discussing it with each other." Mu Qingqing replied in a neither humble nor haughty manner.
Qing Qing, his surname is Mu. According to the rules, you must first report this to your grandfather. Mu Antai said casually while rubbing his fingernails.
"His surname is not Mu." Luckily, his surname was not Mu. Otherwise, he would have had to give Old Master Mu Ka a pass. At this moment, Mu Qingqing secretly rejoiced that her account was with the Mo family!