Hearing his question, Mu Qian turned around and looked into the room.

In the room, Lao Wang and Laokou were putting winter dates for them, their mouths were noisy, but their hands were surprisingly consistent.

This is the breath of home that Mu Qian was familiar with and attached to when she was a child.

Such a situation filled her childhood and was part of her past.

And her past can basically be regarded as a beautiful memory.

"I miss such a life." Mu Qian replied.

"Missing?" Huo Jinxi stretched out his hand and pulled off a thread of her shoulder to emanate, "Don't you want to have it again?"

When Mu Qian heard this, he suddenly looked at him with a smile, "Because I can't go back at all. Every time in the past, I miss the time I lived in this yard with my parents, staying at the Huo family.

In those years, when I gave birth to Xiaoxiao, and the days when Ye Zi was with me... I miss all these. But all of them have passed, and what has passed is the past."

Huo Jinxi fell silent for a moment.

The reason why people miss the past is mostly because the life in front of them is unsatisfactory.

And she said that she missed every period of time in the past.

That's because she has been losing and constantly losing, so she keeps missing the past.

Even... even during the period of time she was at the Huo family, she said she missed her.

"If what you lost in the past is irreversible..." Huo Jinxi said slowly, "Then don't let regret it in the future."

Hearing this sentence, Mu Qian looked at him quietly for a long time and chuckled softly.

When Huo Jinxi reached out to take her into his arms, the old Wang and his wife walked out of the house with two bags of winter dates.

Seeing this, Mu Qian laughed out loud, "There are too many!"

"Eat on the road." Old Wang's wife said, "This date is so good, eat more!"

...

As soon as the two left the courtyard, Mu Qian received a call from Rong Heng, telling her that she could go and get Rong Qingzi's body back.

Next, the main thing is to handle the funeral for Rong Qingzi.

On that day, Jiang Taihe flew over, and Huo Bonian also flew over.

Two men who were unable to love were silently taken care of Rong Qingzi's funeral.

Because there was no ceremony or condolence, the whole funeral was handled very low-key and simple. On the third day, Rong Qingzi's ashes were placed in Mu Huaian's tomb.

She has been waiting for this for too many years, and Mu Qian is unwilling to delay it for one more day.

On the newly erected tombstone, there are two names Mu Huaian and Rong Qingzi. In the lower right corner, a peony picture drawn by Mu Huaian for Rong Qingzi was engraved.

There was no extra person in the entire funeral ceremony.

Jiang Taihe was full of sadness, but his face was calm and he would be stunned when he looked at the tombstone.

Huo Bonian's grief was written on his face. After being buried, he was no longer willing to look at the tombstone.

Compared to these two people, Mu Qian was the most calm and peaceful, and even there was a hint of joy in her emotions.

Huo Bonian and Jiang Taihe had never noticed this emotion, but only Huo Jinxi noticed it.

When he learned about Rong Qingzi's death, he was not by her side and could not see her pain with his own eyes. However, when he saw her in the hotel swimming pool, he clearly felt that she had closed herself.

Although Rong Qingzi's death hurt her, what was even more sad was her blame for herself.

She felt that she had killed Rong Qingzi, and that the truth she told Rong Qingzi caused her death.

This perception made her unable to face and bear such facts, and self-blame and guilt made her completely block herself.

It was not until she read the letter left by Rong Qingzi that she got out of that emotion and was even sincerely happy for Rong Qingzi's relief.

Such joy even covered her inner sadness, but Huo Jinxi knew that she was still sad after all.

...

At noon that day, Jiang Taihe flew back to Tongcheng directly, while Huo Bonian had lunch with Huo Jinxi and Mu Qian.

"My plane is at three o'clock." During lunch, Huo Bonian said, "Are you going back to Tongcheng with me?"

Before Mu Qian could answer, Huo Jinxi spoke, "You go back first, we'll talk about it later."

After hearing this, Huo Bonian didn't say anything, but Mu Qian glanced at Huo Jinxi, "Are you sure?"

Huo Jinxi turned to look at her, Mu Qian glanced at the phone he placed on the table and said, "If you don't go back, your phone will be blown up."

Recently, Huo's business is probably very busy. In the past two days, Huo Jinxi's cell phone has been ringing again and again, and the phone has been ongoing.

Mu Qian's thoughts on the past two days were not on him, but even she noticed his busyness, so she should be really busy.

"I have arrangements." Huo Jinxi replied.

Mu Qian stopped saying anything.

After lunch, Huo Bonian went directly to the airport, while Huo Jinxi took Mu Qian back to the hotel.

As soon as he returned to the hotel, his cell phone rang again, so Huo Jinxi answered the phone in the living room, and Mu Qian walked into the bedroom and simply tidied up his luggage.

When Huo Jinxi finished the phone call, Mu Qian was standing at the bedroom door and watching him.

"We'd better go back to Tongcheng." Mu Qian said, "Anyway, there's nothing to deal with here."

Before Huo Jinxi could speak, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Mu Qian approached the door and walked over and opened it.

As soon as the door opened, there was a sticky child in her arms.

Mu Qian held up his face in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Huo Qiran rubbed in her arms, then turned to look at Qi Yuan behind him.

Qi Yuan smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Huo ordered me to bring Qi Ran over."

Mu Qian then turned to look at Huo Jinxi again. Huo Jinxi glanced at Huo Qiran in her arms and said slowly: "Qi Ran is on holiday, let him stay here with you for a while."

Mu Qian was stunned and said, "What about you?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Jinxi glanced at her deeply, "Are you sure you want me to stay too?"

Mu Qian lowered her head and pinched Huo Qiran's face, then said again: "Qi Ran may not be used to this side, and there is nothing to do if you stay, so let's go back together."

"I signed him up for a few summer classes," said Huo Jinxi, "He will get used to it."

"How many?" Mu Qian was a little surprised, "Are you here?"

Huo Jinxi nodded.

Mu Qian looked down at Huo Qiran again, "Do you want to go to the summer class?"

Huo Qiran immediately nodded like pounding garlic.

"Are you sure?" Mu Qian pinched his face, "Where is a child who wants to go to the summer class? Are you stupid?"

Huo Qiran pouted slightly, but still held Mu Qian's hand.

Mu Qian turned to look at Huo Jinxi, "Your son is really stupid."

Huo Jinxi slowly walked to her, but did not respond to her words, but just reached out to gently stroke her face.
Chapter completed!