Chi Guang

Chapter 123 The East Window

senior year.

Later, every time Xu Chichuan saw these two words, he would find them dazzling.

Work hard, give everything, go all out, and live up to the future... These words full of nostalgia in the eyes of others have nothing to do with him. His youth and soul, together with those long-awaited futures, died there forever year winter.

In December, the temperature dropped below zero for an unprecedented time. Although there was no snow, the windows were shivering with the howling wind. In order to appear lively, the school specially arranged the New Year's Day Party and the [-]-day swearing-in together, inviting parents of students to participate.

Without Mu Shihai and Luo Yu, this year's Class [-]'s New Year's Day show was particularly shabby. Tang Xiaoxiao went on stage and finished dancing "The Butterfly Lovers". The applause this time was obviously not as warm as last time, but Tang Xiaoxiao herself didn't care: "Whatever , it wasn’t a complete program anyway.”

The host has already begun to announce the next program: "Next, please enjoy the violin solo, performed by Mu Shihai, Class [-], Senior Three."

Xu Chichuan raised his head suddenly, in disbelief.

No wonder I've been avoiding myself recently.

The violin played slowly, and the lingering sound lingered.

"You ask me how much I love you

how much i love you

my love is true

my love is true

……

A light kiss

already touched my heart

……

you ask me how much i love you

How much do I love you?

你 去 想 一 想

你 去 看 一看

the moon represents my heart

……

你 去 想 一 想

你 去 看 一看

the moon represents my heart……"

Today, like yesterday, no one knows, the love is exhausted, the eyes of the people on the stage are shining, Xu Chichuan is fascinated by listening, and he didn't realize that the parents' section in the back row had exploded.

"Which class is this kid? So talented?"

"It seems to be in class one," said a parent, "it's still a key class in science, and it's really promising."

"It is a blessing to be the parent of this child."

Mu Xingyong listened to all directions, shook his legs, and enjoyed the unwitting compliments and praises from the parents. He was in a good mood, but he didn't notice that the woman beside him was already so jealous that he was about to scratch his fingers.

At the swearing-in meeting after the party, Xu Chichuan took the oath on stage as a student representative. Shen Sijing stood on the stage with an indescribable pride in his heart. After the ceremony, Xu Chichuan quickly ran to her side: "Just now when Mu Shi Is Hela's song good?"

"It sounds good, he is so versatile."

"Yeah, he pulled even better before."

"Have you heard?"

Realizing that he had slipped his tongue, Xu Chichuan hurriedly said, "I heard it during the rehearsal, you sit down first, and I'll call Teacher Li."

"Go."

Mu Shihai was entangled by Mu Xingyong. The man was in a good mood, and suddenly became interested in caring about his son: "When did you learn the violin?"

"Always will."

"I just asked your head teacher, and she said that with your level, if you study hard, you can pass the second exam." Mu Xingyong patted him on the shoulder: "You have been honest in the past three years, no matter what your surname is Mu, father and son didn't have an overnight feud. After the college entrance examination, they went abroad to study a business in a language for a year, and when they came back, they helped the family a lot. The company will go public soon, and Shi Yu is still young..."

Mu Shihai didn't listen to what was said later. He had seen too much of this man's heartlessness and cruelty, and his family property didn't interest him at all. The taste has changed, jealousy is like a gnawing worm, eating away at a woman's reason bit by bit.

She can't wait any longer.

Thinking of the things in her hands, Yin Zhimei sneered, this time, she must cut the grass and root out the roots, so as to avoid future troubles forever!

Mu Xingyong rambled on for a long time, and suddenly saw two familiar faces in the crowd: "Is that your tablemate?"

Mu Shihai looked over, whoever it was Xu Chichuan and Shen Sijing: "Yes."

"Do you want to go over and say hello?"

"No need," Mu Shihai held him back coldly, "I'm not that familiar."

"Your mother said that he came to look for you at home last semester."

"Yes," Yin Zhimei smiled brightly, "I opened the door."

Mu Shihai's face was tense and he didn't speak.

"Forget it, don't go if you don't want to, I still have a meeting, I'll go with your mother first."

"Ah."

Walking out of the gymnasium with the man on his arm, she turned her head and saw Mu Shihai's livid face. For a moment, Yin Zhimei suddenly had a brilliant idea in her heart, and a smug smile climbed to the corner of her mouth, vicious and arrogant.

She wanted to completely destroy this thorn in her flesh that had been tormenting her for more than ten years, and make his life worse than death, and he would have no power to turn around!

After returning home, Yin Zhimei dialed the phone: "Hello? Are the photos finished?"

"Yes, there are also the few videos that I copied to you last time, and the screenshots are enlarged and washed out, and the videos are copied to the USB flash drive and packaged together with the photos."

"The two copies will be sent to different places. I will send you the address. Don't use the courier. Find someone to send it directly."

"Yes, first to Lanwan Community, then to Hexing Beike."

"Be more secretive," the woman said with a cold light in her eyes, "The 8 yuan I promised you will be a lot of money after it's done."

After making the phone call, Yin Zhimei took out a bunch of keys from the hidden compartment under the dressing table, walked to the door of Mu Shihai's room, and opened the door skillfully——

She knew that Mu Shihai was very wary, the bedroom door lock had to be changed again, and there were only two keys, one was with him, and the other was locked in a drawer. Mu Shihai used to live at home, so she couldn't find it When the opportunity arises, but high school is a dormitory, and it is only a matter of spending some time and money to get a key for a lock.

He closed the door gently, stepped on a chair and fumbled for the lampshade, quickly found something, went down to the ground and locked the door, walked into the bathroom in one go, and a miniature camera was mercilessly thrown into the toilet, and flushed into the sewer along with the water.

The woman looked in the mirror with a very beautiful smile on her face. She also thanked her good nephew Yin Xu for twisting the last words he left for her before leaving the country.

"Auntie, Mu Shihai has a problem with that little boy next to him."

Originally, a camera was installed just in case, but unexpectedly received such a big gift, the woman played with the bright red nails,

On a rainy night more than ten years ago, because of a momentary soft-heartedness, she made a fuss, and now she made a move again, either not doing it or absolutely doing it. Since this knife was going to be inserted, it was necessary to stab Mu Shihai where it hurt the most.

Maybe he doesn't care if Mu Xingyong knows that he is gay, but abandonment and betrayal must break Mu Shihai more than any other punishment and humiliation.

A woman's low laughter came from the empty room.

"But don't let me down."

Another heavy rain, the weather is getting colder, and the New Year is half a month away.

In Lanwan Community, Shen Sijing opened the door and saw a package at the door of the house. There was no express number. Her name and phone number were written on the cardboard box. She took the box and carried it home.

On the eighth floor of Hexing Beike, the secretary knocked on the boss' door with a cardboard box in his arms: "Mr. Mu, there is a courier for you."

"give it to me."

A knife cut through the cardboard box, a thick stack of photos scattered in the box, and rushed into the eyeballs in an instant, Shen Sijing stretched out her hand tremblingly, and quickly glanced at them one by one, from shock to anger to panic and disappointment, finally unable to support her body , slumped on the floor, tears welling up in his eyes, and the photos were scattered all over the floor.

Countless different scenes pieced together a shocking lie and secret, each of which was pain like Lingchi, cutting her into pieces, shattering her hopes and luck, feeling cheated and betrayed from the bottom of my heart Sheng, the anger made the woman laugh back, grabbed the phone and dialed the number on the note in the box: "Who are you?"

"Is it important, Ms. Shen?" A delicate female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Now you should care more about your son, right?"

"You haven't opened that USB drive yet, have you? There are things in it that you can't even imagine. Don't worry, I'm not your enemy. I'm also a mother. I understand your current mood very well."

Shen Sijing said coldly: "Are you Mu Shihai's stepmother?"

"You're so smart, no wonder your son's grades are so good," the woman smiled coquettishly, "Then let me tell you one more thing."

"Did you know that Xu Chichuan has a mobile phone at school? Mu Shihai bought it for him."

"It seems that I don't know, let me calculate, it has been three years since I graduated from the third year of junior high school," the woman said, "Mu Shihai thought that he would be sent abroad after the high school entrance examination, so he specially left it for your son."

"You mean," the fingernails dug into the flesh, dripping bright red blood: "They have been in junior high school..."

"Finally realized?" Yin Zhimei's tone was slightly sarcasm: "Being deceived by my son for so many years like a fool, how do you feel?"

Shen Sijing felt as if she had been slapped hard twice, her face was in burning pain, the woman continued: "If you don't believe me, call your son's head teacher to see if I'm right about the phone."

"Oh, and, by the way, did the school make up classes end early last summer? During the three days he lived in my house, he did a lot with Mu Shihai."

The huge humiliation trampled on Shen Sijing's self-esteem, and her eyes turned black.

"Before Mu Shihai transferred to their class, wasn't your son like this? He was a bad bastard who didn't want to. He didn't learn well and led others to be bad. My nephew was sent abroad because of him," the woman said. The voice was a little bewildering: "I also have a son, so I can understand your current mood. Xu Chichuan has a great future, and you don't want to be ruined by a boy just like this, do you?"

Shen Sijing was already on the verge of collapse, holding on to the last bit of rationality: "Let the two of them separate first..."

"Oh," Yin Zhimei chuckled, "You underestimate Mu Shihai."

"He is uneducated and unrestrained. He deviates from the rules and likes to fight against the elders. Even if Xu Chichuan is willing to listen to you and break up with him, he will still haunt your son."

The woman on the phone finally became anxious: "Then what should I do!"

"I can give you an idea, but you have to keep it secret. After all, you also know that it's not easy to be a stepmother."

"Go to his father. Except for Mu Xingyong, no one can check and balance Mu Shihai."

"The phone is on the back of the note. You have to act fast. There is still one week before the winter vacation. You don't want to let the wind leak. Your son ran away with him, right?"

Shen Sijing looked at the string of numbers, then raised her head, the weakness on her face just now had been replaced by strength and rigidity, and she clenched the note tightly.

"it is good."

In the office on the eighth floor, the secretary stood tremblingly at the door, listening to the sound of smashing things in the room finally subsided. Mu Xingyong had a gloomy face in front of the desk, looking at the stack of dazzling photos on the desk, he waved all of them to the ground. The ground, the mood is as messy as the ground.

The company is about to go public. At this time, which competitor took advantage of this photo and sent it a warning?

The mobile phone on the table buzzed and vibrated, showing an unfamiliar number. The man picked it up impatiently and connected: "Hello? Who is it?"

"Mr. Mu."

"I'm Xu Chichuan's mother."

"There's something about my son and your son that I think we need to meet and talk about."