Xiao Jin clicked on it and read it silently, saying: [Is she jealous of you having a girlfriend, so she scolded you yesterday]

Swear to her?

Mu Zhenxi reacted for a while before remembering that she had blamed Zhang Hanxia for her abnormality last night. She shrank her neck and looked around, confirming that Zhang Hanxia was not there, and replied with a righteous expression package of [Don't dare to talk nonsense.jpg], which confirmed Xiao Jin's nonsense.

Zhang Hanxia, ​​who was in the office, suddenly sneezes, wrinkled her nose, and continued to work.

The next few days, the two were still sweet. Although they didn't say explicitly about going to see their grandmother's days, they would check the date more frequently than before every night before and after waking up in the morning, and a faint anxiety lingered in their daily relationships.

On Saturday night, Mu Zixi got off work at 8 o'clock and served. Xiao Jin was very attentive, first pinching his shoulders, then pounding his legs, and then going to the bathtub to release water.

Mu Zixi was flattered and ate a grape fed by Xiao Jin, "What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Jin blinked his eyes and said with a smile, "Nothing is wrong." He was just excited, "I'm going to see my grandmother tomorrow."

"Yeah." Mu Zixi bit another grape, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart. It was obvious that seeing grandma should be a serious matter, but once it was linked to a name and something, it seemed so...

Mu Zixi got up from the sofa and went to the study room. Xiao Jin followed him like a little bitch.

Mu Zixi held the photo frame next to the computer in his hand, and Xiao Jin stood beside him and watched with her, and his rippling thoughts slowly calmed down.

"This photo was taken during the summer vacation of the first year of high school."

"Um."

This is the only photo of Muzhaixi and the two most important women in her life.

Mu Zixi stroked the edge of the photo frame, and a hint of nostalgia appeared in his eyes, "It's a pity that your half was cut off by me, and there is no negatives now."

Xiao Jin bit his lip and said, "I still have photos of high school, why don't I pick up again?"

Muzhaixi: "…"

Xiao Jin said depressedly: "There is no other way." She couldn't even find her camera.

Mu Zixi sighed and said, "I'm dependent."

Xiao Jin glared at her threateningly: "You talk about it later."

Muzhaixi closed her mouth as if she was good at following the flow.

Xiao Jin suddenly said, "I want to go out for a trip."

Mu Zhenxi was confused: "Hmm?" Why did Xiao Jin speak with a hammer and a stick?

Xiao Jin said it more clearly: "We have been together for so long, and we have not taken a photo together."

"It wasn't before..." Mu Zhenxi remembered that Xiao Jin took many photos with his mobile phone in high school. All the clear ones were saved. Even during the summer vacation, she had finished taking the entire camera film.

Xiao Jin was unhappy and emphasized: "The past is the past!"

Mu Zixi opened his mouth, gave up the lengthy explanation, and said in the intercept: "Travel, take photos, take photos as you want. I'll go on the annual leave. When will we go?"

Xiao Jin's face cleared a little.

The two of them initially discussed the travel plan in the study. Xiao Jin suddenly frowned and said, "Has I forgotten something?"

"What's up?"

"Bathtub!" Xiao Jin exclaimed and killed him.

When the two arrived at the bathroom, the water in the bathtub had already flowed out, and the water on the ground was about to rush in. Mu Zhenxi stopped her, took off her shoes, and stepped in barefootly: "I'll do it, go to the balcony to get the mop."

Xiao Jin turned her body and took the mop back and handed it to Mu Zixi, who had rolled up her trousers. Mu Zixi was entangled by Xiao Jin when she entered the door. Before she could change her trousers, she was only asked to do this, so she watched Mu Zixi quickly shut down the water, release the water, and mop the floor.

Mu Zixi cleaned the bathroom, straightened her waist, looked at the door with a smile, Xiao Jin lowered his eyes, feeling depressed.

Mu Zixi washed his hands and rubbed his fingers on the woman's face: "What's wrong? This is?"

Xiao Jin said depressedly: "I finally wanted to do something for you, but it turned out like this."

"Ah." Mu Zixi touched her chin, "Yes, if you don't say it, I thought you were deliberately asking me to go home and continue to exercise. By the way, did you really not mean it?"

Xiao Jin glanced at her angrily.

If you don’t comfort her, you will lose trouble.

"So you have to compensate me." Mu Zixi smiled.

“How to compensate?”

"Wash with me."

"I think beautifully!" Xiao Jin said furiously.

The bathtub at home is not enough for two people to lie down, and she is not yet named!

Xiao Jin didn't notice that her depression had been completely deviated by Mu Zixi. Mu Zixi went in with her pajamas in her arms. Before entering the door, she grinned at her and smiled a little proudly. She was furious outside for a while before she realized that she was lying in the sofa and laughed.

Mu Zixi is not used to such a "luxury" activity as taking a bath. She is so boring that she is lying motionless. She washes out like usual and is less than nine o'clock. Xiao Jin comes back to her senses from the sweetness. As soon as the book in her hand turned two pages, she saw Mu Zixi rubbing her hair into the bedroom to find a hairdryer as usual.

"You're done?" Xiao Jin said in surprise.

"Otherwise?" Mu Zhenxi frowned.

Xiao Jin: "..." She secretly decided that next time she would take Mu Zixi to take a good bath, and change the bathtub before that. Her eyes narrowed slightly unconsciously. It was also a good idea to soak in the hot spring. Get used to it in advance and do something in the water. It would be exciting to think about it.

Mu Zixi looked at him from a distance and suddenly said, "Why are you laughing so slutty?"

Xiao Jin hurriedly said seriously: "When did I become vulgar?"

Mu Zixi said lightly: "Always." After that, Shi Shiran returned to the room.

Xiao Jin smiled behind her. It was only this night. Sooner or later, she would reveal her nature. She was just keen on such things, various places and methods, and there was nothing to cover up.

As soon as Mu Zixi entered the door, he pressed his hand on his heart and thumped—

He danced several beats faster than usual.

She was a little nervous and took her hand down and saw her fingers from her wrist.

She was afraid to disappoint Xiao Jin.

Painting has suffered from occupational diseases over the years. When it is not moving, your hands will hurt. When it is severe, you can't move. It's okay during this period. I'm intentionally recuperating. What if I lose my chain at a critical moment?

If Xiao Jin is unhappy, she will kill her. If she really can’t do it, she can only talk.

Xiao Jin was imagining a beautiful tomorrow, Mu Zixi was praying for everything to go well, and he rarely had a "dream of the same bed and a different dream".

Early Sunday morning, Xiao Jin opened his eyes at the first sound of the alarm clock. Without delay, he got up and got out of bed and pulled the curtains, and finished it in one go. He was stunned after seeing the sky outside.

Mu Zixi bent over and folded the quilt, and saw it, looking slightly surprised: "It's raining?"

Yesterday was a sunny day.

Xiao Jin opened the screen window, stretched his hand out, and felt the thin wetness in his palm. He turned his face and nodded: "Drizzle."

Qingshan Cemetery, north of the city.

Mu Zixi parked the car, took out an umbrella from the back seat, spread it over Xiao Jin's head, and walked up the mountain along the steps.

It is not a day of concentrated grave sweeping like Qingming, or a rainy day. Looking around in the cemetery, it seems that there are only two of them, all of them, all of them are dark clothes, melting into the continuous rain curtain.

The rain was getting heavier and it made a crackling sound on the umbrella. Mu Zixi changed his hand to hold the umbrella, hugged Xiao Jin's waist and brought it in his direction.

Xiao Jin suddenly raised his hand and pushed the umbrella bone above his head.

Mu Zixi almost didn't get it firmly: "Hmm?"

Xiao Jin whispered, signaling her to look left, and said expressionlessly: "Your shoulders are wet."

Mu Zixi didn't care about it, and smiled loudly: "It's okay." The umbrella moved again to Xiao Jin's side.

Xiao Jin stopped, stopped leaving, and did not speak.

MuZhixi: "...It's better to have one wet than two wet." When I first came in, the rain was not so heavy, so MuZhixi only brought an umbrella, and now it's definitely not possible to stop two people.

Xiao Jin still didn't move.

Mu Zixi compromised, so she wrapped her hands around Xiao Jin's shoulders, so that the rain that was wet would be blocked first.

She discovered something strange.

Since Xiao Jin entered the cemetery, he never asked where his grandmother’s tomb was. He followed him obediently along the way. It’s a good explanation. Everyone has arrived, so it’s no difference whether he asks or not.

But Mu Zixi also noticed that although Xiao Jin looked around, the time she stayed in each direction was different. The direction she stayed for the longest time was...

Mu Zixi looked forward along her gaze and frowned slightly.

It was the direction of Grandma's cemetery!

An incredible idea appeared in Mu Zhenxi's mind.

Has Xiao Jin been here before?

"Aren't we here yet?" Xiao Jin's voice sounded in his ears.

Mu Zixi pressed down his questions, looked up at the northwest corner not far away, and said, "It's almost done."

Today is here to pay tribute, so there is no need to worry about any problems at this moment. Mu Zhenxi is no longer worried that Xiao Jin will hide anything. Even if there is, she will no longer worry about gains and losses before.

"I'm a little tired." Xiao Jin stepped up the next step and supported her knees.

"I'll carry you?" Mu Zhenxi suggested sincerely.
To be continued...