flstandardbreds Chapter 343 Grandma's Sweet Dreams
Chapter 343 Grandma's Sweet Dreams
In the dead of night, when everything was quiet, the air in the house seemed to be frozen, with only the sound of grandma's light breathing rising and falling slightly in this quiet space.
Mu Xiaoji sat quietly beside his grandmother's bed, like a guardian statue, motionless. He gently hugged his grandmother, his embrace was gentle and firm, as if he wanted to use his body temperature to convey endless comfort to his grandmother.
It took a long time, until grandma's face, full of traces of time, gradually relaxed and she fell asleep peacefully in his arms.
Mu Xiaoji moved his body very carefully, gently laid his grandmother down, and considerately pulled the quilt over her, tucking in the corners carefully, for fear that a slight cold wind would disturb his grandmother's sweet dream.
His gaze lingered on the wrinkled corners of his grandmother's eyes. The ravines of time seemed to be telling stories of the past, and each wrinkle hid the ups and downs of life.
Mu Xiaoji couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion. His lips trembled slightly, and he whispered softly: "Grandma, sweet dreams."
Then he slowly stood up, picked up the cane beside him, leaned on it, and walked out of the door step by step. Each step was taken very lightly and slowly, for fear of making any noise.
When he reached the door, he turned back and looked at his grandmother who was still sleeping soundly. After making sure that his grandmother was sleeping soundly, he gently turned off the lights, slowly closed the door, and walked towards the living room.
In the living room, Shen Rou and Song Shijie looked a little lonely under the dim light. Song Shijie lowered his head, holding his eyes with his left hand weakly, as if he was trying his best to suppress the waves in his heart.
Shen Rou sat silently beside him, holding Song Shijie's right hand tightly with both hands. That silent action was full of deep comfort and support.
Seeing Mu Xiaoji coming, Shen Rou immediately raised her head, her eyes full of concern, and asked softly: "Son, how is grandma?"
Mu Xiaoji responded in his deep, rich but tired voice: "Finally I was tired and fell asleep."
Then, he turned his gaze to Song Shijie, his eyes full of guilt, and said, "Dad, I'm sorry for bringing up your sadness again."
Song Shijie waved his hands weakly, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's not your fault, you are right, grandma has the right to know about this."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Xiaoji suddenly started coughing violently and his body trembled slightly.
Song Shijie suddenly became nervous, his face full of worry, and said anxiously: "Son, are you okay? Jiang Chengyu said he would cure you, but I don't know what he has been doing for so long?" There was a hint of anger in his words.
Mu Xiaoji suppressed his cough and looked at Song Shijie, his eyes showing a hint of stubbornness: "Dad, I'm fine; I know my own body, and others are never reliable."
Song Shijie's tone suddenly became heavier, and he asked, "What's wrong? Did you two have a fight? Why didn't Cheng Yu come back with you this time?"
Shen Rou also carefully held Song Shijie's hand, but her eyes were fixed on Mu Xiaoji, carefully observing the subtle changes in his expression.
He echoed, "Yeah, you talk better than you sing all day long. How could I be at ease with you coming back alone this time?"
Mu Xiaoji raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a bitter smile: "He has his own family now, so I will naturally let him go!"
Song Shijie and Shen Rou seemed to have heard some shocking news and asked in unison: "He has his own family?"
A trace of loneliness flashed in Mu Xiaoji's eyes. He nodded slightly, and the bitter smile became more obvious.
Then, he forced himself to cheer up and said, "Mom and Dad, it's getting late. You should go to bed early too!" After that, he got up and walked upstairs.
Song Shijie and Shen Rou looked at their son's lonely back, and their hearts were pierced with pain as if by thousands of needles.
Then Song Shijie did not forget to hold Shen Rou's hand tightly which was holding his arm, as if this could give each other some strength and comfort each other.
Mu Xiaoji dragged his heavy feet and walked to the door of his bedroom.
His eyes involuntarily looked at the door of the bedroom opposite. The tightly closed door seemed like a door leading to the past. In an instant, memories of the past flooded into his mind like a tide.
That was when he returned home after graduation. Because his family didn't like Little Devil, he didn't have dinner.
Mu Xiaoji felt so distressed that he personally cooked a bowl of steaming hot egg and beef clear noodle soup for him. Not finding the little monster in his bedroom, he went straight to the room opposite.
When he opened the door, the room was quiet and there was no sign of the little monster. Mu Xiaoji looked around and finally found the little monster curled up in the corner of the balcony.
He couldn't help but scold her: "Little monster, you have a bed but you don't sleep in it. Why do you always go to the balcony and curl up? It's very cold. I cooked you a bowl of clear soup noodles, come and eat it while it's hot. I can only make this simply. I will treat you to a big meal in the hotel tomorrow." Mu Xiaoji said gently.
Jiang Chengyu raised his head, a happy smile appeared on his face, and he said softly: "Thank you, Xiaoji, I feel so happy!"
After saying that, he stood up, walked over slowly, got close to the bowl of noodles, took a deep sniff, and an intoxicated look on his face: "It smells so good!" Then he picked up the chopsticks and started to wolf it down without any hesitation.
Mu Xiaoji looked at Jiang Chengyu wolfing down his food, feeling distressed, and couldn't help but say, "Little monster, eat slowly, no one is going to snatch it from you."
Jiang Chengyu chewed the noodles and thought for a moment, then looked up at Mu Xiaoji and said, "Xiaoji, let me tell you something!"
Mu Xiaoji walked over to the coffee table, sat next to Jiang Chengyu, and asked with a hint of doubt in his eyes: "What evil thoughts are you thinking?"
Jiang Chengyu stuffed another mouthful of noodles into his mouth, hesitated for a moment and said, "Xiao Ji, you have to promise me that you won't be angry."
Mu Xiaoji frowned impatiently and said, "When did you become so fussy? If you have something to say, say it now."
Jiang Chengyu swallowed the noodles in his mouth with difficulty and said, "We have returned to our country and our relationship is no longer valid. So it is not appropriate for me to live here..."
When Mu Xiaoji heard this, he was furious. He stood up suddenly, with a hint of anger in his eyes, and shouted angrily: "Little monster, did my mother say something to you again last night?"
Jiang Chengyu quickly put down his chopsticks, waved his hands and explained: "No, Xiaoji, you promised me that you wouldn't be angry."
Mu Xiaoji took a deep breath, calmed down a little, sat down, and asked coldly: "What do you want? Do you want to take this opportunity to draw a line between you and me?"
Jiang Chengyu sighed helplessly and said, "No, I just said I would move out and live on my own."
Mu Xiaoji's eyes widened in disbelief, and he asked in a trembling voice, "You want to leave me?"
The scarlet eyes stared at Jiang Chengyu, as if they wanted to see through him. Jiang Chengyu said anxiously: "No...Xiaoji, why don't you understand what I mean? I just live alone."
Mu Xiaoji said nothing, turned around and quickly left the room, walked to his bedroom opposite, and slammed the door. The sound of the door closing seemed to be an outlet for his inner anger and pain.
Memories were like needles, piercing Mu Xiaoji's heart. He reached out and grasped the door handle with a lonely look on his face, ready to push the door open, hoping that the little monster might be curled up on the balcony inside.
Just as he was about to open the door, Xiao Yue's voice rang out: "Master, I heated up a cup of fresh milk for you. You didn't eat much tonight, so have a cup of hot milk!"
Mu Xiaoji stopped pushing the door, turned around and looked at Xiaoyue who was holding the tray and said, "Thank you, Xiaoyue, you are always so considerate."
"Master, this is what I should do. You've been tired all day, so go to bed early!" Xiao Yue smiled warmly and helped Mu Xiaoji open the bedroom door.
Mu Xiaoji took the hot milk, nodded and walked in. The room was dark, with only the faint starlight coming in from the window, shining on the big white bed, making it look particularly deserted.
Xiao Yue gently patted his frightened chest, watched Mu Xiaoji walk into the bedroom, and then reached out to help him close the door.
At this moment, Mu Xiaoji walked to the bedside exhaustedly, put down the hot milk, lifted the quilt, crawled in, then leaned on the mattress, looking out the window quietly.
The twinkling stars seemed like his shattered dreams, flickering in the darkness. His heart was filled with confusion, not knowing where the road ahead lay.
After an unknown amount of time, Mu Xiaoji gradually fell asleep. In his dream, he vaguely saw the door of his room being gently opened from the outside. He rubbed his eyes and took a closer look. It turned out to be Jiang Chengyu.
Mu Xiaoji's lips trembled, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't. Jiang Chengyu stood quietly by the bed, looking at him silently, his eyes full of complicated emotions, but he never said a word.
Then, Jiang Chengyu walked to the cabinet with a helpless look on his face, picked up his suitcase, and walked towards the door step by step. Each step was very slow, as if there were a thousand pounds of weight under his feet.
Mu Xiaoji shouted nervously: "Little Monster, where are you going with your luggage in the middle of the night?"
Suddenly, Mu Xiaoji woke up from his dream, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his eyes still showed the fear and reluctance from the dream.
He smiled self-deprecatingly, and the scene of the quarrel in the bedroom in Jinyang Villa appeared in his mind again.
The scene of Jiang Chengyu's hot tear falling on his face, and his helpless farewell: "Xiao Ji, take care of yourself from now on."
Then Jiang Chengyu broke free of his restraints, rolled over to pick up the painting, smashed the glass without looking back, and disappeared into the darkness.
Mu Xiaoji could no longer hold back his tears, which flowed down his cheeks. Those tears were filled with endless thoughts, pain and helplessness. In this silent night, they flowed silently, as if to take away all the sadness in his heart, but he was powerless to do anything...