Just when he was about to take a step forward and continue running, suddenly...
"Brother..." Yang Muchen's voice reached his eardrums clearly.
Yang Mufan felt that every cell and nerve in his body was tense.
He shouted excitedly: "Mu Chen?! Is that you?! Mu Chen?! Where are you?! Mu Chen?!"
He looked around like crazy.
However, in front of him, he could see nothing except the white mist.
Just when he was about to yell anxiously, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he suddenly returned to the dilapidated house where he had lived for fifteen years.
The house is the same as in the memory: the yard is filled with bottles and cans that the adoptive mother collected from scavenging; every spring, the locust tree in the corner of the yard is always full of white and clean locust flowers. At that season
, the locust tree swayed gently with the cool breeze that was still faintly cold, and the snow-white petals were flying, dancing happily in the air.
Seeing this scene, Yang Mufan felt his heart tighten and all the blood in his nervous body froze.
He was so dizzy that he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, east, west, reality and dreams, or whether it was the past or the present.
Quickly pushing open the large rusty iron gate of the yard, he shouted urgently: "Mom?! Muchen?! Are you there?! Mom!!"
After searching the house inside and out, there was no trace of them. Yang Mufan was completely panicked.
Later, in a small alley not far from home, he saw: the twenty-year-old himself, and the eighteen-year-old Yang Muchen, and everything that happened in the alley that evening...
Eighteen-year-old Yang Muchen, wearing a clean and handsome student uniform, carrying a schoolbag and leaning slightly sideways, blocked his way home.
Compared to Yang Muchen's glamorous look, he himself wore a black T-shirt that he bought from a street stall in the night market for fifteen yuan and had been worn for several years.
Yang Muchen asked: "Brother, where did you and Mu Wanqing go yesterday?!"
He replied: "It has nothing to do with you."
Yang Muchen asked again: "Brother, do you like Mu Wanqing?! That's why you bought her shoes?!"
He frowned: "Mu Chen, this is my private matter, you have no right to interfere."
Yang Muchen smiled and asked, "Really?! You have no right to interfere?! You spend money casually, have you ever thought about our family?!"
When he heard this, he was completely angry: "Yang Muchen, that's enough! You spent money in school and treated your classmates to dinner. I haven't settled the accounts with you yet, but you came to accuse me?! Last night, you were
Didn’t you ask Mom to get money again?! You clearly knew that Mom was in poor health, but you still went to her to get money, which was the money I paid to buy her medicine."
Yang Muchen: "I asked you to get money yesterday, but you didn't give it to me."
For the first time, he was so angry that he couldn't speak. He was so angry that he pushed him away rudely, then walked around him and strode away.
Yang Muchen suddenly shouted at his back: "Today at noon, Mu Wanqing told me that she likes you."
His steps suddenly stopped.
Yang Muchen's voice suddenly became extremely silent, and there was also a hint of weirdness in it, saying: "Brother, I realized that I will die without Mu Wanqing, so... give her to me."
He had no idea what had happened to him that day. He seemed to have changed into a different person. He who had always looked up to Chen Muchen like his life, for the first time smiled coldly and bloodthirstyly: "Then just go die."
