coobybook Chapter 371 Born like a summer flower
Chapter 371 Born like a summer flower
The morning mist had not yet completely dissipated. At the door of the Goldsmith Bay Villa, a black luxury business car was parked quietly, and the body of the car was shining with a cold and hard luster under the morning light.
Inside the car, Jiang Chengyu seemed to have lost all his life force and was sleeping soundly without any defense. His face looked a little haggard and his brows were slightly wrinkled, as if he could not find peace even in his sleep.
Mu Huiying stood beside the car, holding Shen Rou's hands tightly with both hands, her eyes full of concern and reluctance, she whispered to comfort her: "Sister, don't worry too much.
Leave the children to me, and you can put your mind at ease. In this era of advanced communication, I will let the children have video calls with you from time to time, just like they are by your side. "
Shen Rou's eyes were red and swollen. She nodded gently and moved her lips, but she didn't say anything in the end. She just shook Mu Huiying's hand hard.
In the bedroom of the villa, Mu Xiaoji stood quietly at the door, watching Choubao carefully checking the items he brought in the suitcase like a little adult.
Chou Bao's tender little hands looked through the items one by one. After confirming that they were correct, he raised his head and looked at Mu Xiaoji with a serious expression, and said softly, "I've put them all on, but..."
Mu Xiaoji asked softly: "What is it?"
Chou Bao pursed his lips and said solemnly: "I am just familiar with the smell of being here with my little daddy, and I can't bear to leave for the time being."
There was a subtle hint of loneliness in Mu Xiaoji's eyes, and he said philosophically: "There are too many things in life that we are reluctant to give up. In the end, only those that we give up are the things that people remember most deeply."
Chou Bao looked at Mu Xiaoji as if he understood, sighed helplessly, and said as if he had made a great decision: "Let's go!" As he spoke, he lifted the suitcase with difficulty and picked up an exquisite long box with his other hand.
Mu Xiaoji asked: "What are these?"
Choubao responded: "This is the painting that little daddy treasures the most. I will bring it to him and hang it in his bedroom."
Seeing this, Mu Xiaoji stepped forward, reached out and pulled the suitcase: "Let me take it." The father and son walked downstairs slowly step by step.
In the hall downstairs, the old lady and Xiao Yue stood there quietly, their eyes full of attachment and reluctance.
Choubao walked quickly to Xiaoyue, stretched out his arms and hugged her neck tightly, and said softly like a docile kitten: "Mom, I'm leaving, you have to take care of yourself."
Xiao Yue's eyes turned red instantly, and tears rolled down uncontrollably, dripping onto Chou Bao's shoulders.
She choked up and said, "Stinky baby, when you get there, you must listen to your daddy obediently. When you have time, call grandpa, grandma and mom on video often so that we can see you."
Choubao stretched out his tender little hand and gently wiped Xiaoyue's tears. Then, like a magic trick, he took out a gold card from his clothes and handed it to Xiaoyue:
"Mom, I'm not with you. If you're unhappy, take this card and go shopping and buy what you like."
Xiao Yue quickly pushed it away and said, "Keep it for yourself! Grandpa and grandma gave mom a lot of money, and mom can't use it."
But Chou Bao insisted stubbornly: "Mom, this is different, this is the money your son earned. You worked hard to give birth to me, and now I have to leave you and can't be with you. This is just a little gift from your son."
Xiao Yue couldn't hold back any longer and hugged his well-behaved son tightly, tears flowing freely like a flood.
Mu Xiaoji felt a pang of bitterness when he saw this scene. He turned around and said in a deep, rich and gentle voice, "Sister Xiaoyue, just take it! This is a gift from your son, and it's what I should do."
Xiao Yue retracted his gaze, wiped his tears, looked at Mu Xiaoji and said, "Master, you should take care of yourself too."
Mu Xiaoji nodded, and saw Choubao stretched out his hands, turned his head and shouted: "Grandma..." Xiaoyue held Choubao and walked closer to the old lady.
Chou Bao hugged the old lady's neck tightly, kissed her wrinkled cheek gently, and said in a baby voice: "Grandma, I'm leaving. I will miss you very much. When I get there, I will video chat with you on WeChat."
Tears flashed in the old lady's eyes, but she still had a loving smile on her face: "Okay, grandma will wait for your WeChat video every day."
Mu Xiaoji walked up to the old lady, looked at her and said, "Grandma, please take care of yourself. The weather is getting colder. Remember to put on more clothes when you go out. We're leaving now."
The old lady stood there, gently waving her hand. Xiao Yue put down the stinky treasure, picked up the exquisite box, and walked silently into the yard.
Chou Bao walked out of the villa and saw Shen Rou and Song Shijie standing outside. He immediately ran over and shouted, "Grandpa and grandma, I'm leaving."
Shen Rou squatted down, holding Chou Bao's little face in her hands, her eyes full of love and reluctance: "Chou Bao, remember to call grandma."
Choubao nodded heavily: "I understand, grandma."
Mu Xiaoji walked forward and said softly, "Dad, Mom, we're leaving." After that, Rong Shishan walked forward, took Choubao's things, turned and walked towards the trunk of the business car.
Mu Xiaoji took Chou Bao's hand and said, "Jiang Shuo, it's getting late. We should go."
As he spoke, Choubao was seen walking and looking back, waving his little hands vigorously to his grandparents and Xiaoyue, until he got into the car and sat between Mu Huiying and Dean Guo.
After Mu Xiaoji got in the car, he gently closed the door. He turned around and looked at his lover Jiang Chengyu whom he hadn't seen for three years.
At this moment, Jiang Chengyu lay there unconscious, like a sleeping beauty. Mu Xiaoji reached out and gently held Jiang Chengyu's hand, his eyes full of guilt and affection, and he whispered softly:
"Little monster, you have been wandering outside for three years. Now, I am taking you home! I am sorry, I didn't expect to take you home in this way."
Rong Shishan was sitting in the driver's seat. When he saw Mu Xiaoji's action in the rearview mirror, he felt a pang of sadness in his heart.
He couldn't help but think of the time when he followed Jiang Chengyu to charge into battle in the business world and clean out the greedy parasites within the company. Jiang Chengyu's courage and decisiveness made him feel as if he had returned to his passionate youth.
But now, time is merciless, his hair has turned gray and covered his temples, and the once high-spirited boy, now at such a young age, is lying there, his life or death uncertain.
After a moment of sadness, Rong Shishan took a deep breath, shifted the gears, and released the handbrake, all in one smooth motion.
Under his skillful driving, the car slowly drove out of the Goldsmith Bay Villa and sped towards the company's exclusive helipad, leaving only dust raised along the way, as if telling of the sadness and reluctance of parting.
The sun shone through the mist and onto the tarmac, and the helicopter's propellers began to turn slowly. At first, the propellers just rotated slowly, making a low humming sound.
As the engine roared, the propeller turned faster and faster, stirring up a strong airflow. The surrounding air seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and the dust and debris on the ground were blown up.
Choubao excitedly leaned on the window, his eyes wide open, curiously looking at the outside world. His little face was pressed against the glass, his nose was flattened, and he stared at the scenery outside.
"Grandma Mu, Grandpa Guo, the scenery outside is so beautiful!" He exclaimed, pointing out the window, his voice full of surprise.
"The houses and trees under the city have become so small, hehe, just like the building blocks that my little daddy and I play with." As he said this, he clapped his hands excitedly, with an innocent smile on his face.
I couldn't help but shout, "Daddy, look, we are flying as high as the birds now!"
When I turned my head, I saw my father and little daddy huddled together. Little daddy was lying there unconscious with no expression on his face.
Choubao's smile froze instantly, a hint of loss flashed in his eyes, and his originally excited little face turned dull.
Mu Huiying noticed Choubao's mood changes. She reached out and gently supported Choubao's shoulders, and gently comforted him: "Choubao, don't be sad. Maybe when we get home, little daddy will wake up."
Chou Bao turned his head and looked at Mu Huiying, his eyes full of hope. He nodded vigorously: "Well, I believe that little daddy loves me the most. He will definitely wake up and send me to school every day."
As the helicopter flew higher and higher, everything on the ground became smaller and smaller.
Choubao's young face revealed a covetous look. He looked at the sun in the sky and believed that his little daddy would wake up. He recited Tagore's "Life is like a Summer Flower" in fluent English:
I hear echoes from the valley and from my heart,
Harvesting empty souls with a lonely sickle,
Repeating determination and happiness over and over again,
There will always be an oasis swaying in the desert.
Mu Xiaoji couldn't help but join in Chou Bao's coveting, and both father and son spoke fluent English, reciting their thoughts.
I believe in myself.
Born like a bright summer flower,
Unfading and unfading, seductive as fire,
Bearing the burden of heartbeat and the burden of breathing,
Have fun.
I hear music from moonlight and carcasses,
Auxiliary extreme bait to capture the ethereal beauty,
A life filled with intensity and purity,
There are always memories running through the world.
I believe in myself.
Death is like the quiet and beautiful autumn leaves falling,
Not prosperous or chaotic, with a posture like smoke,
Even if it withers, it still retains the pride of its plump flesh and clear bones.
Mysterious and mysterious.
I hear love, I believe in love,
Love is a pool of struggling blue algae.
Like a gust of sad wind,
Through my bleeding veins,
The faith that stays for years.
I believe everything can be heard.
Even foreseeing separation, meeting another self,
Some moments cannot be grasped.
Let it go east and west,
I often miss some things.
And deeply moved by the wind, frost, rain and snow,
Prajnaparamita, one by one,
Live like a summer flower, die like an autumn leaf,
Still care about what you have?
Look, what is gone will never come back.
Please look at the flowers on my hair.
Blooming all the way along the way,
I often miss some things.
And deeply moved by the wind, frost, rain and snow,
Prajnaparamita, one by one,
Live like a summer flower, die like an autumn leaf,
Still care about what you have?