The other side of the boundless sea of ​​kindness

Chapter 905 It’s so lively

"Thank you, Gu Ze. I am the happiest person in the world because I have such a considerate big brother like you!"

"Stop talking nonsense." Gu Ze glared at him with a smile, picked up the braised pork with chopsticks and put it into Jiang Chengyu's bowl, "Eat quickly, or the food will get cold if you dawdle any longer."

The moment their eyes met, it felt like fine icing sugar was melting in the air.

Jiang Chengyu lowered his head and scooped a spoonful of soup. The warm soup slid into his throat, and the warmth spread from his stomach all the way to his heart.

Looking at his satisfied expression, Gu Ze also picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of pork ribs, took a bite, and put it in the bowl.

Chewing with relish, looking at the satisfied and warm smile on Jiang Chengyu's face,

It was as if a tiny light fell on his eyebrows. His fingers holding the bowl tightened slightly, and a whisper silently surged in his heart:

"Mu Xiaoji, ah Mu Xiaoji, you are ultimately just a passer-by in his life.

If you were to witness everything happening right now, Cheng Yu and I facing each other day and night, and being enveloped in such happiness,

Would he be so angry that he would go looking for a matching heart and lungs to transplant himself?"

The long-famous mountain gorge scenic area in G City was once a height that Mu Xiaoji dared not even dream of.

When he was in the Red Star Welfare Home, he was in a fragile body and depended on a wheelchair. It was a luxury for him to help Uncle Guo distribute promotional leaflets.

At that time, I had no brothers or sisters to rely on, and I was alone, mostly just wandering around the mountain gate.

Looking at the layers of green on the mountain, it feels like looking at an unreachable dream.

Now, the prosthetic limb under the trouser leg stands steadily on the bluestone road.

He finally walked into the mountain and stopped beside a forest that looked similar to the small bamboo house Jiang Chengyu had in his memory.

After completing all the formalities before the New Year, he personally supervised the construction of this bamboo house.

He restored the furnishings in the house little by little to the way he remembered them: the bamboo tables, chairs and benches glowed with a warm light,

The table was covered with a plain tablecloth, and the pens, inkstones, and brushes were placed in their usual order.

Several books that Jiang Chengyu had read repeatedly were leaning against the bamboo rack. The traditional Chinese paintings hanging on the wall were Jiang Chengyu's works that he processed using computer technology based on his impressions.

A small kitchen is separated in the yard, with a stone table and stone benches at the door. A few steps forward is the gurgling river flowing at the gate.

Opposite the kitchen to the east, he specially built a bamboo house, which looked very much like the one Jiang Chengyu and Xue Meiniang lived in.

Not far away was a fence wall, and in the yard behind the fence was an open space where Jiang Chengyu planted various herbs, and the leaves were still covered with morning dew.

Mu Xiaoji held the flower seeds in his hand, bent down and scattered them into the tilled soil.

The fingertips slide across the moist soil, as if piecing together an old dream that has long been scattered.

After finishing the last task, he walked to the river to wash his hands. The water from the mountain stream was cool, and when it flowed over his fingers, it startled a few dragonflies that were resting on the rocks.

Back in the house, he picked up the familiar purple clay teapot from the small stove and poured himself a cup of hot water.

The misty heat blurred his vision. He blew gently, took a sip, and slowly scanned this small world with his eyes.

Every place is a replica of the past, every inch is soaked in thoughts, and a faint, bitter happiness involuntarily spreads at the corners of the mouth.

The cell phone suddenly rang, breaking the quiet memory in the room.

These are a few videos sent to Xiaowu.

Mu Xiaoji opened WeChat, his fingertips paused on the screen before clicking on the first message.

The picture is of the seaside, the wind is so strong that the corners of Jiang Chengyu's clothes are rustling.

He and Teng Zijing were standing on the observation deck, pointing at the construction ship in the distance and saying something. The lines of his profile looked a little sharp in the sunlight.

As he was talking, he suddenly turned his head and started coughing violently, leaning his hands on the railing and bending over slightly.

Teng Zijing reached out to pat him on the back, but he pushed his hand away stubbornly.

Mu Xiaoji's brows knitted together, and he blurted out, "Little Monster... you're not feeling well, so why are you still so stubborn and coming out?"

The second video I clicked on showed a construction site caught in a sudden downpour. The large raindrops pelted the camera lens, blurring my vision. All I could see was an excavator stuck in the mud, its carriage precariously teetering on the edge.

Jiang Chengyu, wearing a raincoat, climbed onto the roof of the car through the mud, pulled open the deformed door with force, and escorted the driver down first.

He stood in the rain directing the workers to move to a safe area. He was soaked all over, his raincoat could not block the downpour at all, and his trouser legs were covered in mud and stuck to his legs.

In the third video, the sky has cleared up. The workers are sitting under a makeshift shed.

He ate potatoes, cabbage and vermicelli from a fast food cup, occasionally picking out a few pieces of meat, and munching on a steamed bun in his hand.

Jiang Chengyu was sitting in the middle of them, his face covered in dust, with a clear mud mark running from his cheekbone to his jaw.

His camouflage uniform was so dirty that its original color could not be seen, but he ate seriously and occasionally chatted and laughed with the workers next to him.

Mu Xiaoji's fingertips gently stroked Jiang Chengyu's thin cheek on the screen. The mud mark was like a thin needle, making his eyes hot.

"Little monster..." His voice was so low it sounded like a sigh, "Why don't you take good care of yourself? Do you know how thin you are? Here..."

He pressed his chest, which felt like something was squeezing it, causing a dull pain. "How uncomfortable it is."

Tears slid down without warning, hitting the phone screen and leaving a small stain.

"I miss you so much... I really want to go to Kuncheng to see you, but I know you probably don't want to see me anymore..."

He sniffed, his fingertips trembling as he made a video call to Xiang Xiaowu.

The call was connected quickly, and Xiang Xiaowu's face appeared on the screen, with the background being the carriage he was very familiar with.

"Mr. Mu?"

"Xiao Wu," Mu Xiaoji's voice was still a little choked, "Boss Jiang...is he this busy every day?"

Xiang Xiaowu sighed: "In fact, there are many things that he doesn't need to do personally.

But I don’t know why? He doesn’t want to stop for even a quarter of an hour, and he wishes he could split the day into forty-eight hours.

"Xiao Wu, remind him to rest more and not work too hard." Mu Xiaoji warned, then asked:

"Is he...still coughing?"

"No, I'm basically fine now."

Xiang Xiaowu paused and continued, "He would go back to Goldsmith Bay to stay overnight every now and then. The old lady is old,

She keeps repeating your name, or looking for Choubao everywhere. Mr. Jiang is worried that the old lady is worried, so he often goes back to accompany her and coax her to sleep.

"I understand," Mu Xiaoji's voice softened. "I'll find time to go back and see grandma..."

"Xiao Wu..."

Jiang Chengyu's voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone, followed by the sound of a car door being opened.

Mu Xiaoji looked through the screen and saw Jiang Chengyu coming over, with an expression of fatigue that could not be concealed between his brows.

There was a faint bluish-black tinge under his eyes. His heart tightened, and he almost instinctively hung up the video.

Jiang Chengyu didn't see the person on the screen clearly, and thought it was Xiang Xiaowu talking to his family.

He paused as he opened the car door and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were on the phone with your family."

Xiang Xiaowu hurriedly put away his phone and said vaguely, "Oh... No, Mr. Jiang, I... I didn't..."

Jiang Chengyu didn't care. He took a bottle of water from the back seat, unscrewed the cap and drank two sips. Then he turned around and walked towards the front of the car.

The back figure was stretched out in the afternoon sun, revealing an lingering sense of fatigue.

Xiang Xiaowu looked at his back, then looked down at the dark screen and sighed softly.

In the bamboo house on this side of the mountain, Mu Xiaoji held the still hot mobile phone in his hand, stroking his blurred reflection on the black screen with his fingertips again and again, and tears welled up in his eyes again.

The river outside the window was still flowing quietly, carrying his unspoken concerns, all the way to the distant place where he missed her.

The evening glow shines through the window lattices, giving the living room of Jinyang Villa a warm golden edge.

Youyou held the baby in her arms. The little guy closed his eyes and smacked his lips from time to time.

She looked down, her eyes and eyebrows filled with the tenderness and pride of a new mother.

Xiao Yue sat on the sofa next to him, holding a rattle in his hand, shaking it gently to make a small sound.

The baby's hands moved, and the two smiled at each other, filling the room with a light and cheerful atmosphere.

Mu Huiying came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of steaming hot soup. White steam was rising from the edge of the porcelain bowl. She greeted with a smile:

"Xiao Yue, drink this bowl of chicken soup while it's hot. We'll have dinner when Xiao Ji comes back."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a sound of the doorknob turning. Everyone looked up and saw Mu Xiaoji pushing the door open.

There were still some mud spots on his trouser legs and his face was tired and dusty, but the moment he met everyone's gaze,

The tiredness seemed to be cleared away with a single click, and a bright smile immediately spread across his face: "Wow, it's so lively!"

He looked at the baby in Youyou's arms, his eyes lit up, "Youyou, wait a moment, Brother Xiaoji will go upstairs to wash his face and change his clothes, and then come down to help you hold Lele."

After saying that, he turned around and ran towards the stairs like a restless child, almost as if escaping, and disappeared in an instant.

"Xiao Ji!" Mu Huiying scolded him from behind, "Aren't you going to the hospital to see patients?

How did you come back covered in mud? If someone didn’t know you, they would have thought you were a bricklayer!

A vague response came from upstairs, and the person had disappeared into the bathroom in the bedroom.

Mu Huiying shook her head helplessly and turned to go to the kitchen. Xiao Yue quickly stood up and wanted to go over to help, but was stopped by her.

"Xiao Yue doesn't need your help," Mu Huiying patted her hands, her eyes fell on her slightly bulging belly, her tone was particularly gentle,

"Your body is precious now, taking good care of the baby is the top priority; just like Youyou,

Giving birth to a child is better than anything else."

At this point, her voice paused, her eyes flushed, and her heart felt like something was tugging at her.

She said bitterly, "If Yu'er were still alive...she would be so happy to know that he was going to have a child. But he..."

The following words were stuck in her throat and she couldn't say them out loud. This was Mu Huiying's most painful topic now.

If I hadn't been so determined to separate them, Jiang Chengyu wouldn't be wandering around alone now.

Xiao Yue gently hugged Mu Huiying's shoulders, his palms warm, and soothed her softly:

"Madam, don't be sad. Young Master Jiang... he will definitely come back. I will be fine too.

Give birth to the child safely, take care of him like a little treasure, and let him grow up healthy."

As soon as she finished speaking, a clear child's voice suddenly rang out at the door, with a bit of joy: "Grandma, Choubao is back!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Chou Bao rushing into the living room like a little cannonball, carrying a small schoolbag.

He skillfully threw his schoolbag onto the sofa, moved closer to Youyou and whispered:

"Aunt Youyou, has Lele fallen asleep again? Why doesn't the little guy get enough sleep all day long?"

Xiao Yue approached Jiang Shuo, patted his little head, and said lovingly, "When Chou Bao was little, he was also a good sleeper!"

"Really?" He said to the sleeping Lele, "Lele, when you grow up,

I will teach you all the skills that my little dad taught me, so that you can be as healthy and strong as me."

As soon as Mu Xiaoji reached the stairs, he heard Jiang Shuo proudly talking about his little daddy, and murmured in his heart:

It seems that the child cried bitterly and has never contacted his little father since his father ran away on New Year's Day.