The son was picked up by his mother early in the morning.
As for where to go?
Li Mu didn't ask any more questions. After all, every Sunday was the date Qin Muxue had agreed with him. If his son was willing to go out with her, Li Mu could only go with him.
Compared with ordinary divorced couples.
Qin Muxue visits her son once a week, which is indeed a lot.
Regarding this point, Li Mu also has his own considerations.
Qin Muxue left her son behind and disappeared for six years. In these six years, she did not receive a single phone call or ask for a photo of her son.
What must have happened to such a cruel woman coming back suddenly?
Maybe after she finished handling the matter, there would be no news again as before, so Li Mu thought about it and did not refuse Qin Muxue's request to see his son once a week.
He didn't want to give Qin Muxue more time to spend with her son because she hadn't seen her son for so many years.
But I want my son to look at her a few more times and remember her appearance.
Otherwise, when her figure is once again hidden in the city's high-rise buildings and lost in the life she yearns for, even if her son wants to see her, it will be difficult to see her again.
After all, no one knows.
How many years will it be before this merciless woman disappears and reappears again!?
Maybe the same six years.
My son was fourteen at that time.
Or if two people are six years old, the son is twenty.
More likely, we will never see you again.
Life is too fast, and the people he meets are too cruel, so Li Mu dare not be like other fathers who have custody of their children and only allow visits once a month. He is afraid that one day in the future, his son will blame him for this matter.<
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As a father.
Even if there are some trivial matters, Li Mu will try his best to consider for his son.
If Qin Muxue continues to disappear one day in the near future, causing the son who has already gotten along with his mother to be hurt and sad, he will have to bear it himself.
That's the only way.
Only then will the son understand that the heart of the mother who gave birth to him is colder and harder than iron.
After tidying up the room inside and outside, opening the windows for ventilation, Li Mu bought a shared bicycle and went to Xinhua Bookstore four or five miles away.
As for his cousin Wei Jun's matter, Li Mu stopped caring about it after he made his choice, but he still forced his cousin to show him the respect he needed.
A thirty-five-year-old man must always be responsible for his own words and deeds.
If he is really killed by his cousin in the future, it can only be attributed to the fate that comes with fate. However, Li Mu really hopes that his cousin can repent after such a time and be a good wife and mother in the future.
The sun is good this morning.
Light particles pass through the gaps in the leaves and fall on the road, forming various light spots.
The only drawback is that the temperature is still a bit cold.
However, Li Mu read the weather forecast in the morning. The late spring cold in Ningyang City has basically ended. Starting the day after tomorrow, the temperature will gradually rise to zero degrees, with the highest temperature reaching 5 degrees Celsius. This means that the winter that was originally thought to be very long has completely turned into a cold one with the passage of daylight.
Past.
Arrive at the door of the bookstore.
Li Mu scanned the QR code to pay the bill, and then walked into Xinhua Bookstore.
It is estimated that not long after it opened, there were still staff in the bookstore organizing the bookshelves. Similar to a state-owned unit like Xinhua Bookstore, the working hours are very standardized, and there is never any talk of nine, nine, six or one.
Especially since it has been open for so many years.
He is still very unruly and never adds desks or long benches for people to read in the store.
How to say it!?
Maybe Xinhua Bookstore feels that it only sells books, not provides services. If you just sit there and let you read, wouldn’t you even stop buying them?
Li Mu pulled out a bound volume of World Advertising from the bookshelf. This series was first published in Austria in 1984 and is a recognized advertising magazine in the field of global entrepreneurship. The disadvantage is that the book is very heavy. Li Mu stood and flipped through it for a few minutes, and his hands were a little sore.
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I had no choice but to find a clean place to sit down.
As soon as his butt landed on the ground, Li Mu felt a chill rush from his butt to his lumbar spine.
"Sure enough, he is selling books"
Li Mu couldn't help but shake his head.
He also has advertising magazines like this, but they are not brand new. The books in Xinhua Bookstore are very comprehensive and updated quickly. This is why he came here specifically to feel the touch of the floor of Xinhua Bookstore.
There has been a saying in the domestic advertising industry that "China has no creativity, and it is very difficult to copy images."
There are also brainless sayings like "talk to the boss about looking for an advertising job" and "call me mom when I'm hungry". In short, there are very few people who are really capable in the advertising industry, but there are many who are active in thinking and can make up jokes.
There are also some women who like to post some very literary and artistic life insights.
For example, "Spring is gone, autumn is coming again, the salary has been spent and it has not come yet", "Your disappearance has brought me endless thoughts, and I have been in Master Kong's embrace for half a month and can't extricate myself. Please come back soon."
Come back to the 15th quickly, otherwise I really won’t be able to bear it."
The emotion is truly touching and full of life, and it expresses the current situation.
Especially the last sentence "I really can't bear it" directly pushes the artistic conception to the highest point, which is not very serious.
Seeing that at noon, Li Mu went out to have a simple meal, and then came back to continue reading. He was in a state of relaxation today, and he was by himself the whole day, which rarely happened in normal times.
In the past, he would send his son to an interest class on Saturdays, pick him up directly back to his hometown in the evening, and wait until Sunday afternoon to come back. He basically didn't have much free time of his own, and it was not what he wanted to do today when he had free time and went to the bookstore to read.
, Li Mu hopes that his life rhythm will continue step by step as usual.
Not messy.
It doesn’t look boring either.
What's more important is that I am surrounded by my son's laughter.
It's a pity that since Qin Muxue came back, his original life trajectory has gradually become unpredictable.
He doesn't like it very much.
But there is nothing to stop it.
Closing the book, Li Mu looked for a more professional advertising book.
Then he sat back down, put the book on his lap, lowered his head and continued to read. While he was reading, Zhou Yu's figure gradually moved from the rows of shelves of third-grade elementary school mathematics books to the literature category on Li Mu's left.
The incandescent lamp above Xinhua Bookstore is still on, and there is a faint freshness in the air.
Zhou Yu had already placed his hand on Garcia Marquez's "Love in the Time of Cholera" when he suddenly stopped.
She saw Li Mu sitting on the ground with his back leaning against the bookshelf.
A person lowers his head and quietly flips through the books in his hand, looking very focused and serious.
For a moment.
Zhou Yu seemed to see a beam of light falling on her neighbor.
After hesitating for a moment, Zhou Yu did not choose to disturb Li Mu. Instead, he took out Marquez's "Love in the Time of Cholera" and sat on the folded surface of Li Mu's bookshelf. Like him, he started reading slowly. Occasionally, Zhou Yu would turn his head and look at it.
You can only see Li Mu from the side.
Xinhua Bookstore is very quiet.
It's so quiet that you can clearly hear the rustling of books.
