Mu Qian did not stay in Huo Jinxi's arms for too long.
The pain from the past suddenly opened up, and she finally had no way to escape, so she could only let herself accept it.
She has always been very good at regulating her emotions.
She quickly soberly left Huo Jinxi's arms, huddled in her chair, just looked at the big screen, and let tears silently roll over her lips.
When Huo Jinxi stretched out his hand to hold her again, Mu Qian dodged away calmly.
The suit and shirt on Huo Jinxi's chest were still wet, but within a few hours, she had cried uncontrollably twice because of her smile.
But he knew that it was far from enough.
The pain of loss can be vented either through these two painful tears.
After dozens of smiling photos and several videos were played on the big screen, Huo Jinxi pressed the pause button.
Mu Qian, who was concentrating on watching the big screen, suddenly froze and turned to look at Huo Jinxi.
There were still tears in her eyes that had no time to fall, but her eyes were full of doubts and expectations.
If you still have expectations, that's good.
Huo Jinxi knew that these materials could not be played to the end. Once played to the end, Xiaoxiao's short life would be over.
And as long as the broadcast has not ended yet, and I am still walking on the road of looking back, it seems that there is still hope, as if... Xiaoxiao is still alive.
Even if it is self-deception, such an illusory hope is sometimes very important.
"Let's see next time." Huo Jinxi said slowly.
The picture on the screen stayed on a photo of Xiaoxiao eating noodles. She ate tomato and egg noodles. Because she was not very good at using tableware, half of her face was covered with traces of tomatoes.
Mu Qian curled up in the chair, propped up her head and looked at the big screen. After a long time, she said in a low voice: "I want to sit by myself for a while."
Huo Jinxi's eyes were dark but misty, and he only answered with one word: "Okay."
After saying that, he stood up, but stayed there for a moment. It wasn't until Mu Qian looked up at him that he turned around and walked out.
Mu Qian turned to look at his back, and suddenly smiled in a daze.
Is this Huo Jinxi?
Seven years ago and seven years later, she had never seen Huo Jinxi like this.
A man who has his own way of doing things will actually say "yes" to her?
When she looked away and looked at the screen again, she suddenly heard an exclamation from Qi Yuan from outside: "Mr. Huo!"
After that, the door of the audio-visual room was closed, and no other sound could be heard.
Mu Qian still sat there and didn't move.
She smiled at her little face on the screen, as if she had returned to the past, to the years when she and Xiaoxiao lived together.
She quietly recalled those buried memories in this dark room, as if she had forgotten time.
Mu Qian didn't know how long it had passed before the door to the audio-visual room was opened again. Someone slowly walked to her side, walked to the spot where Huo Jinxi had been sitting before, and sat down.
Mu Qian turned around and saw Mr. Huo.
Mr. Huo didn't look at her. He just stared at the face on the screen. After a while, he sighed softly and said, "This is Xiaoxiao. What a beautiful little girl."
Mu Qian didn't answer, but tears fell down again uncontrollably.
Mr. Huo then turned to look at her, raised his hand, and gently wiped the tears on her face.
Mu Qian quickly covered her eyes with her arms, trying to suppress her tears.
Seeing her like this, Mr. Huo didn't force him to do anything. He stared at the screen for a while and then slowly said: "Modern technology is good. It can retain so many photos and videos and leave behind those classic and interesting scenes...
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"What's so good?" Mu Qian's voice was slightly hoarse and she responded lightly.
"Why is it bad?" Mr. Huo glanced at her and said, "In our time, at most it was just a black and white photo, with low pixels, poor quality, and difficult to save. Like your grandma, she just keeps it
I downloaded more than a dozen photos, and two of them were spent. Sometimes when I look at those photos, I can’t quite remember how she used to laugh and play when she was young. It’s great now. The video is recorded and you can watch it.
You can see her expressions and movements, and you can also hear her voice. When you look at her, it's like she is right in front of you..."
"But she is still gone." Mu Qian looked to the side and spoke dimly.
"But you have had it." Mr. Huo said in a low voice, "Why do you have to think about how painful it is to lose? Think about the happiness when you were with her, those are the things you should remember!"
Mu Qian hugged her legs and did not answer.
"In this life, people will inevitably lose. Just like grandpa, after living for such a long time, he will lose his lovers, relatives and friends one after another. There will be regrets, but once you accept it, you will never forget it in retrospect.
, is always a beautiful picture. Life is still very long. You will meet many people and many things, and you may eventually lose them one by one. But before losing them, you really had them. Those beautiful moments belong to you.
You, too, belong to her. That shouldn’t be a regret, it should be the most beautiful memory in life.”
Mu Qian listened quietly and buried her face between her knees.
"Xiaoxiao, she is looking at you in the sky." Mr. Huo said, "She also hopes that when she sees her mother, she will always smile, right? She will smile only if you smile!"
Mu Qian lowered her head and finally cried again.
After a long time, she slowly calmed down and accompanied Mr. Huo to leave the video room.
When she left the video room, she realized that it was already dark and she had been there all afternoon.
Mu Qian's handbag was still in Huo Jinxi's office, so she went to the 26th floor first.
Walking into Huo Jinxi's office, she realized why Mr. Huo appeared in Huo's—
In the office, doctors and nurses were all there, while Qi Yuan and Zhuang Yan were waiting nearby with worried faces. The door to the lounge was ajar, and Huo Jinxi should be inside.
Mu Qian didn't ask, and Mr. Huo didn't seem to have any intention of telling her. He just said, "Okay, you've been tired for the whole day. Go back and rest early. I'll have someone take you off."
"What about you?" Mu Qian asked.
Mr. Huo glanced in the direction of the lounge, sighed slightly, and said, "I'll stay here for a while."
Mu Qian was quiet for a moment before finally asking: "What's wrong with him?"
Mr. Huo glanced at her and simply said: "I have a fever and I'm getting an infusion. It should be fine after the infusion."
Qi Yuan was beside him. When he heard Mr. Huo's evasive answer, he couldn't help but said: "Mr. Huo has been sick for three or four days. He hasn't taken good care of himself or rested. His fever has reached 40 degrees just now. As soon as he came out of the audio-visual room,
He fainted and showed signs of pneumonia, and he still hasn’t woken up yet.”
Mu Qian glanced at him and said nothing.
Mr. Huo also glanced at him somewhat unhappily, as if he thought he talked too much, and then said to Mu Qian: "It's okay. He's in good health. What's the big deal? You go home and rest first."
Qi Yuan was feeling aggrieved when Zhuang Yan suddenly gently pulled his sleeve and lowered his voice and said, "What's going on? These two are going to get married soon. There's such an awkward situation. Why doesn't the old man wish them well?"
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Qi Yuan's heart was pounding, but he was glanced at by his grandfather and grandson, as if he had done something wrong, so he replied angrily: "How do I know!"