"So, you are threatening me now!"

"No, I'm just telling you the facts."

State facts, state facts, what is the difference between this way of stating facts and threats?

"You go out, I don't want to see you now!"

Nalan Yanran rubbed her forehead, indicating that her head hurts.

"Okay, you have dinner first!"

He Zhengxi turned around and was about to leave.

"Take your stuff away."

"People are iron rice and steel. If you don't eat delicious food, you will just let it go!"

He Zhengxi curled his lips, opened the door and walked out.

Looking at his disappearing figure, Nalan Yanran sighed heavily. After a moment, she made a decision.

He Zhengxi, who came back from Nalan Yanran's room, received a call, which was from Nalan Qing, saying that they would arrive at the imperial capital early tomorrow morning and asked him to pick it up.

After learning that Nalan Yanran was not dead, Nalan Qing started to move overseas assets back to China, hoping to enjoy the joy of family for the rest of her life.

The next day, He Zheng and his wife became famous early and were rushing to the airport, but they received a bad news on the way, that is, grandma Mu's family was critically ill and sent to a nearby military hospital.

There was no way, and the two of them changed their route. When they arrived at the hospital, the Mu family had already gathered in the operating room. However, what surprised them was that there were two groups of people sitting outside the operating room, two middle-aged couples, four young men and women in their twenties. She quickly swept a row of information in her head, and then she remembered that those people were distant relatives of her grandmother's family. As for whom the surname was, she really couldn't remember it.

However, how could they be here? Are they coveting her grandmother's property? Thinking of this, Mu Enxi became cold and adjusted his emotions in a moment.

"What's going on? Didn't you go back to the old house for dinner a few days ago? Why did you suddenly get seriously ill?"

Mu Enxi looked at Mu Xun and Mu Zhengen, who were born with soldiers, and she was obviously much calmer than before.

"I don't know, I suddenly fainted and didn't breathe, and the doctor is still rescuing me."

The person who spoke was Mu Zheng'en, and his tone was a little anxious.

Suddenly fainting and breathing, such words floated through Mu Enxi's head again and again. Is it really that reason? Is it really because of that curse?

For a moment, self-blame and helplessness surged in my heart, but the tiger was by my side, so she couldn't fall yet.

"How did they come here? When did they arrive."

Mu Enxi looked at the group of people on the seat.

"Last night, I said I haven't seen your grandma for a long time. I missed her, so let's take a look."

Mu Zheng'er's tone was filled with contempt.

"Have grandma seen them?"

"It's not too late." Mu Zhengen raised his eyebrows, "Do you suspect that your grandma's illness is related to them?"

"No, they are not that brave yet."

Mu Enxi's face actually showed a faint sense of gratitude. He hoped that those people had done something to his mother. If that was true, her mother's illness might be cured. If it was because of their Mu family's curse, it would be difficult.

"What if there is someone behind it?"

He Zhengxi looked at the father and daughter, "Don't you think the time they came was too coincidental?"

"Well, I've asked someone to check this." Mu Zhengen still frowned, and this was not what made her even more worried.

"bite!"

At this moment, the lights in the operating room went out, the door opened, and the doctor wearing a mask came out.

"How is it, how is the patient?"

A group of people surrounded him.

"The life characteristics have returned to normal, but the patient has not yet woken up."

The doctor took off his mask and said.

"So when will he wake up?"

"I can't be sure of this either."

The doctor was a little ashamed.

"Okay, we know, you go and do it!"

Not long after, Old Mrs. Mu was pushed into the ward.

Through the glass, Mu Enxi felt indescribable discomfort as he watched his grandmother survive on the ventilator.

How fragile is life and how precious it is.

"Enhee, come here."

Mu Xun stopped her, she walked over, and overnight, his old man was over, "Grandma will be fine."

"Yeah, she will be fine."

After all, he has been a soldier for life. Even if he is in a bad state, he can still maintain the style he should have at critical moments.

"Your grandma has something for you!"

He sighed slightly, "She probably knew that there was this day, so she was afraid that you would blame yourself, so she recorded it in advance."

What Mrs. Mu left him was a U disk, which contained a passage:

We may have eaten a lot of delicious food in our lives, but what makes you remember is not what you often eat, but what you have eaten once but can never eat. It can only appear in the memory of your taste buds.

We may have seen many beautiful scenery in our lives, but what you will never forget is the mirage that will never appear again. You search for and find that place, but it will eventually be a passing cloud.

We may have walked many roads and climbed many mountains in our lives. What makes you think of is always the path you will never be able to cross.

We may have met many people in our life, but the one that makes you unforgettable may not be the one who makes you unforgettable, but the one who will never see you again.

Sometimes, you will think of someone who gives the opposite person the courage to tomorrow and the future, but he has never and will never appear in your tomorrow.

Sometimes, you will think of a long-buried past. The process is so beautiful, but in the end you are covered in bruises and you don’t want to mention it again.

Sometimes, you will think of a place that can be seen everywhere but dare not mention. There may have given you a short period of happiness and good memories, but in the end it is still an untouchable memory.

Sometimes, you will think about what is the purpose of people living and what is the meaning of life?

I think:

Life is a journey, birth is the beginning, but death is not the end, but the beginning of another journey.

It will never end, never be destroyed.

Our short life is either joy or sorrow; free or bound; persistent or shaken; ordinary or great;

or love or hate;

In the end, as life passes, it will turn into a star in the sky.

At that time, we will embark on a new journey.

The past, the present and the future,

Everything we experience will be loaded into your long history and become an indelible sign in your life.

So, don’t panic. No matter where the person you are thinking about is, your life trajectory will coincide on another journey.

What the mind thinks must be without any loss.

Whatever your heart wants, you will finally get what you want.

Wherever your heart goes, you will be invincible.
Chapter completed!