There was chaos in front of Mu Bai's eyes.

He could perceive the passage of time with great clarity.

It took a long time.

A golden light was revealed in the chaos.

It should be extremely dazzling golden light, but Mu Bai could look straight.

Just like that poem - "I remember my childhood, and I could look at the sun..."

Facing the golden light that seemed to be more dazzling than the sun's light, he quietly "attached the sun".

The golden light suddenly appeared and also left suddenly.

However, the sudden disappearing golden light did not bring his sight back to chaos.

He saw a small room and a man with a smile on his face.

There was a little doubt on his face.

Because this man is obviously dead...

The doubt only lasted for a moment.

Even if it is a dream, it doesn't matter.

Every cell in his body was trembling wildly when this man appeared in his eyes.

That wasn't a tremor of fear.

That is longing, that is desire, that is not too late to shout out-

"dad!"

"dad!"

"I'm Mu Bai!"

Mu Bai shouted with all his strength, and his eyes turned red instantly.

He tears fell like rain.

When my father passed away, he was still working overtime in the company.

After learning that his father was critically ill, when he rushed to the hospital, he only saw a body covered with white cloth.

He could no longer say "Dad" in person, and let his father smile and say the three words "silly boy".

Mu Bai, who lost his mother since childhood, is more sensible than his peers and even those older than him.

He knows more than anyone that "the son wants to support his parents but the relatives are not waiting for him". In order to share the burden with his father and to make his father relaxed, he gave up the opportunity to take the postgraduate entrance examination and dived into the workplace after graduating from undergraduate studies.

He worked harder than anyone else. Even if he was a newcomer, his performance was among the best for several months.

He remembered what his father said to him the most often - "Don't work too hard, but you can't stand still. People need to make progress to feel that they are alive and do nothing to mix with time, and they will become more and more negative."

He has also been proving himself according to what his father said.

But……

What he got was still "the son wanted to support his parents but the parents were not waiting for him."

This was a complete tragedy, which Mu Bai could not accept and could not be relieved. Even if he had inexplicably obtained the wealth left by his father, he could be rich for a lifetime, but he still couldn't be happy.

He began to close himself, disguise himself as a salted fish, no longer live seriously, in order to... just not miss his father so much.

Because, once he lives and works hard, his father will inevitably appear in his mind.

Because... the person who tells him that everything is to work hard is my father...

His mother died in a car accident in junior high school. At that time, Mu Bai felt that the sun in his heart was gone.

Endless night enveloped him, but he did not feel that the night was so dark that he could not see everything clearly, because the figure of his father replaced the sun and became the new sun.

Although such a sun is not the gentle sun, it is a bit harsh, but it is warm enough for him.

With the only remaining light, he regards every night as daytime.

He doesn't want to disappoint his father in the middle school entrance examination, college entrance examination, graduation, and work.

Later, the sun disappeared.

"Dad! Can you hear it? I am Mu Bai! I am my son!"

"I'm calling you, can you hear it?"

"I am Mu Bai! Mu Bai! Your son! You answer me!"

"Dad! I miss you so much! Where have you been? Do you know how I got through these times?"

"What a broken house or a legacy, I don't want it! I just want to drink wine with you again, go to the barbecue restaurant downstairs to pick up skewers, and listen to you scold me once..."

"You told me that men should be strong, but you are gone. How can I keep strong? In this world, the only one who has connections with me, you have left!"

"Dad! You answer me!"

Mu Bai howled, cried and roared.

But no matter how he shouted or cried, the man just smiled softly.

The picture suddenly changed, the room became clearer and clearer, and the figure of the man became clearer and clearer.

here……

It's Mubai's bedroom.

Mu Bai was sleeping very sweetly on the bed, and the man tiptoed in.

In the darkness, the man lit a cigarette and sat on a chair next to the desk.

"Mumu, haha... I haven't called you like this for a long time."

The man smiled softly and then took a sip of cigarette.

"When your mother named you on the day you were born, I was wondering why I wanted to give this a broken name? My nickname is Mumu, and my nickname is Mubai, and I seemed a little stupid..." The man's smile slowly disappeared with the sound of words. His expression was a little sad, and he said in a low voice: "You are my son of Mu Jianlai. Look, how domineering Jianlai? Mubai, Mumu, these... are they broken names?"

A silent tears slid down the corner of the man's eyes.

"But... Later you grew up and went to hold a parent-teacher meeting for you, took you out to play, and supervised your homework. Only then did I realize that the name your mother gave you was right..."

"I am stupid and stupid. I don't know how good it is to be an ordinary person who knows nothing. Only by living like this can you be truly alive! I am so happy. I am so sincerely happy to see you living like this!"

"It's just...I can't continue watching now..."

The man took another breath of cigarette, and the red light from the cigarette butt was the only light source in the room.

"Mumu, I really hope you continue to go on..."

As soon as the man said this, Mu Bai, who was sleeping on the bed, coughed gently.

Realizing that the air became turbid due to the smell of smoke, the man quickly stood up quietly, pulled the window halfway, and extinguished the cigarette butt.

After covering Mu Bai with a quilt, he sat at the desk again and quietly looked at Mu Bai who was asleep.

"It's good to be an ordinary person. If you can, it's best to be an ordinary person for the rest of your life."

In the darkness, the man's slight sigh rang out.

"Dad has something to do recently. You know, those who can call Mu Jian must sound like awesome. Yes, you are not wrong. This world has encountered a lot of trouble, and your dad has to save the world."

"Dad doesn't know when he will come back, nor does he know whether he will come back, so... Dad can't tell you what he personally..."

Another light source appeared in the darkness.

The man turned on his phone, turned the brightness to the lowest level, and flipped through the calendar.

"I think the day on the seventh is good, that's tomorrow... It's just Friday, you have to stay in the company to work overtime, right?"

"Then, this is your father's death day. You have to remember it. Every year, Qingming Festival, etc., don't forget to burn some paper on your father's grave."

"If your father can come back, our death anniversary will be cancelled. If your father cannot come back..."

Men smash it, smash it, mouth: "Then...you burn it every year..."

"After my dad leaves, I will leave you some inheritance. Uh... Actually, you may not believe it when you say it. Your dad is not a second-hand dealer who makes a fuss about mobile phones, but a real estate tycoon...hehe!"

When the man said this, there were still tears in the corners of his eyes, but he was smiling.

"Actually... your father is not a real estate tycoon... This is all thanks to your grandfather. Of course, it also means that your father's reincarnation skills are very good..."

"Those houses are left, and you will be able to be rich and prosperous for the rest of your life. No need to work hard anymore. You will be a rich second generation in the future..."

The man was still smiling, but his tone became sadder: "In the past, I actually thought of letting you directly be rich and prosperous, but when your mother was alive, she said that boys should be raised in poverty, otherwise they would not be able to exercise their self-esteem and responsibility. Children who grew up holding golden spoons have some shortcomings in their personalities..."

"It turns out that your mother is right."

"But... this will not affect your young model in the club in the future. Of course, if possible, my dad still hopes that you will pass on the blood of the Mu family, and it is best to have a big nest in the future..."

The man sighed softly again.

He slowly stood up and walked to Mu Bai's bed.

Looking at the young man with a clear face, the man remembered Mu Bai's newly born appearance.
To be continued...