Chapter 799: Where's the hate

Mu Zi walked into the iron gate, and the bodyguards seemed to be unable to see her. They didn't even give her an extra look. They still kept their posture upright, staring sharply ahead.
She couldn't help but suspect that these people were soldiers in plain clothes, because they had an awe-inspiring aura and no scorn.
Going further inside, I found that there was a bodyguard standing every ten meters, the house was heavily guarded, and even the servants who were doing things were affected by the tense atmosphere, each of them held their breaths and did not dare to speak loudly.
At the entrance of the Xiaoyang Building, two bodyguards were also guarded.
Mu Zi walked in and saw two guests at home, one was Chen Cailing she had met, and the other was an old man with gray hair.
Because the living room was filled with packed cartons, Bai Wei was waiting in the dining room with two cups of scented tea on the table, full of flowers and herbs in the room.
Seeing her back, Murong Cheng waved to her, and Mu Zi walked to him obediently and stood there.
"I'm back." Bai Wei's smile was a little blunt, as if she was barely showing a polite appearance, "Zi Zi, this is Mr. Situ, this is your grandpa..."
Mu Zi was slightly startled and opened his mouth. After all he could not say the word "Grandpa", he said hello: "Hello, old gentleman."
Looking at Chen Cailing again, "Hello Aunt Chen."
Chen Cailing's eyes were red, and she nodded with a smile.
The indoor atmosphere was a bit embarrassing, and everyone expected this embarrassment, and everyone did not break it in tacit understanding.
Old Mr. Situ had a gentle smile on his face. He must have lived to this age and had seen all kinds of storms, so he can do nothing under any circumstances.
"What's your name, how old are you this year?" The old man asked Mu Zi with a smile.
"Mu Zi, almost eighteen." She replied truthfully.
The old man asked again: "Which zi is it?"
Mu Zi said: "The purple air comes from the east."
Old Mr. Situ smiled and nodded, and said: "The purple gas comes from the east, it is a good name. There is a note in the Yi Lin First Scriptures: Beichen Purple Palace, a crown of clothes, Hanhe Jiande, is often blessed by Tianfu. Since ancient times, purple has been The imperial spirit was revered by the ancient royal family."
Mu Zi was a little embarrassed to be praised by him.
She felt that Grandpa Mu hadn't thought about so much when he chose his name. It can be seen from the names of other people in the Mu family, but all men are two-character names, while girls are single-character names.
"Back then, your mom and dad were very talented and beautiful. They broke up for some reason. I don’t understand young people. When your mom left, we didn’t know that she had something in her belly. My child..." Mr. Situ sighed and continued, "I didn’t say this to shirk responsibility. I just feel sorry. If your father was calmer, we would be more careful, maybe it won’t cause This is the situation today."
Mu Zi said nothing, listening in silence.
Mr. Situ said: "The Situ family has always been doing the right thing. Only in this matter, it owes you to your mother and to you. If you have complaints in your heart, we can fully understand..."
"There is nothing to complain about." Mu Zi whispered, "I have never seen my father or mother since I was a kid. I have no feelings for them, let alone resentment."
Without love, where is the hate?
Mr. Situ sighed deeply.
Some people have been tortured by guilt for one year, two years...ten years, and the backlog has become a heart disease, only to find that the other party did not take that matter to heart at all, nor did they take themselves to heart, so this The feeling of guilt is like falling into a bottomless abyss, never ending, becoming a lifelong regret.
"Your father is sick, and the only person who can save him now is you." Mr. Situ looked at Mu Zi, "Zi Zi, would you like to come back to the Jingling with us?"