Chapter 659 667, no bones (two more)

   But at this moment, Mo Zhixuan was lying on her bed, but he rarely fell asleep, and he slept very peacefully.

   After two hours of sleep, Mo Zhixuan slowly opened his eyes.

   After waking up, Mo Zhixuan didn't stay in the villa too much, but went to theking instead.

   This is a company founded by Chu Jin, and it is all her hard work. Therefore, even if Mo Zhixuan left the world, he never gave up theking.

  Now the person in charge of the company is still Qin Zhenglin.

   In just one year, Qin Zhenglin has developed theking into a top ten company in the world. His only regret is that he failed to let Chu Jin see this grand occasion.

  Although Mo Zhixuan never told him where Chu Jin went, he could feel that Chu Jin's situation would not be very good, otherwise, she would not have been absent for a whole year.

  The phone is not answered, QQ and WeChat never go online.

   Chu Jin in the past, although he did not show up once for a long time, but such a problem never occurred.

   At least, she replied on QQ and WeChat.

   "Mr. Mo, please go upstairs." At this moment, Qin Zhenglin was respectfully walking upstairs facing Mo Zhixuan.

   "Well, how's the company going recently?" Mo Zhixuan asked in a low voice, his tone was slow.

   He is 1.9 meters tall, tall with long legs, more than a head taller than Qin Zhenglin, and his imposing manner makes the employees of the company look back again and again.

   No matter where he goes, Mo Zhixuan will always be that much-anticipated existence.

   Actually, the reason why Qin Zhenglin was able to develop theking so well is not only due to his personal efforts, but also to Mo Zhixuan's help.

   With the Mo's group covering them, no one dared to provoke them even if Chu Jin was not there. of

  Qin Zhenglin took one step ahead of Mo Zhixuan and pressed the elevator button, "It's good, you don't have to worry."

   "That's good," Mo Zhixuan nodded slowly, "If there is any accident, you can contact Mo's side at any time, and they will help you as soon as possible."

   "Well, I know Mr. Mo," Qin Zhenglin continued. "By the way, Mr. Mo, I haven't seen Brother Jin for so long. Excuse me... where is she?"

   Actually, Qin Zhenglin wanted to ask this sentence for a long time, but he kept it in his heart and didn't ask.

  Mo Zhixuan glanced at him and said as usual, "She's at home, you don't have to worry."

  Just in time, the elevator door opened, Qin Zhenglin respectfully stretched out his hand to hold the elevator door, and let Mo Zhixuan go out first.

   "Okay, I see, then I'll be at theking waiting for her to come back."

  In Qin Zhenglin's heart, Chu Jin will always be his brother Jin. If Chu Jin never comes back, he will stay at theking for the rest of his life and wait for Chu Jin's return.

   "Well," Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly, "She will come back."

   While talking, the two walked towards the office.

   "Mr. Mo, sit down," Qin Zhenglin pulled out the rotatable boss chair and stood beside Mo Zhixuan himself.

  Mo Zhixuan leaned over to sit in the main seat, picked up the financial statement and planning plan on the table and looked at it.

   He and Chu Jin have a common characteristic. They are very serious when looking at these plans, with thin lips pursed tightly, and the right hand is holding the pen. If they find something unreasonable, they will immediately criticize them.

   Moreover, the content of the criticism is very reasonable and has the finishing touch.

   In the past year, Mo Zhixuan will come to theking every two months or so.

   Actually, Chu Jin did not officially hand over theking to Mo Zhixuan's management, but it is strange that Qin Zhenglin did not resist Mo Zhixuan's leadership. Qin Zhenglin was convinced of Mo Zhixuan's leadership.

   About half an hour later, Mo Zhixuan corrected all the documents.

   Qin Zhenglin considered the words in his heart, and said hesitantly, "Mr. Mo...Tell me, Brother Jin, did she...have an accident? Why hasn't she come to the company?"

   He was still a little worried about Chu Jin.

   It's been a year, and aside from that Weibo post, Chu Jin is almost silent.

"No," Mo Zhixuan raised his head from the pile of documents, no expression could be seen in his deep phoenix eyes, "how could something happen to her so powerful? She didn't come to the company because she didn't have time, don't think too much about her. , manage theking well, and wait for Ah Jin to come back."

   Qin Zhenglin believed in Mo Zhixuan's character, hesitated, and said very firmly, "Okay, I believe in you."

  Mo Zhixuan got up, patted Qin Zhenglin's shoulder, and said in a slow tone, "Keep working hard, maybe...A Jin will come with me next time."

   Hearing this, Qin Zhenglin's eyes flashed brightly, and he looked up at Mo Zhixuan, "Mr. Mo, are you serious?"

  Mo Zhixuan was not talking, there was a faint arc on the corner of his mouth, and he turned around and left the office.

   Qin Zhenglin immediately got up and sent them off.

  Out of theking, Mo Zhixuan put on sunglasses and walked on the bustling street. He deliberately hid his appearance, so not many people noticed him.

   The city has not changed much from a year ago.

   The pace of passers-by and pedestrians is still hurried.

   Music came from the shops on both sides of the road.

   "Wait until the autumn leaves are finally golden, and when the hair grows quietly, we will meet in the old place..."

   Hearing this familiar voice, Mo Zhixuan stopped subconsciously.

  Although he didn't know the name of the song, he knew that it was A Jin's favorite male singer.

  Mo Zhixuan has heard all the albums of this singer, but this song is the only one.

   Come to think of it, this is his new song.

  Mo Zhixuan paused for a while, and then walked forward.

   On the big screen of a skyscraper, a news is being played, and the young female anchor is full of a standard yet warm smile.

   "Today is the 4th anniversary of the writing of the deceased's return to the literary world. In the past four years, the first masterpiece of the deceased's return has achieved a miracle in the literary world with sales of over 100 billion..."

   Then there is the picture of the cover of "Blossoming Flowers", which was broadcast live at the signing ceremony that year.

   The man on the screen, in white clothes and black trousers, with clear eyebrows and eyes, is so eye-catching with his frown and smile.

  The screen turned and switched to the young female anchor.

"Actually, I am also a fan of the old man's return, and the old man's return has satisfied all my imagination of the goddess. I believe that everyone, like me, once had a low period and a period of confusion. In those dark days, it was the old man's return. Words bring hope and color to my life..."

  The female anchor spoke slowly, her voice was close to choking, her voice was so contagious that even the passers-by standing below the big screen had red eyes.

  Unconsciously, more and more people gathered under the big screen, they didn't speak, they just raised their eyes and looked at the big screen intently.

   As the news came to an end, the hostess said in an impassioned voice, "The first year that the old man has stopped writing, I look forward to the goddess returning to the literary world, going international, and creating greater glories!"

   Although Chu Jin has not appeared in front of the public for more than a year, no one has forgotten her.

   She is still like a ray of light, illuminating the way people move forward.

   No matter how long, she still lives in people's hearts.

   The crowd at the bottom of the screen did not disperse until the news was finished.

  Mo Zhixuan walked out of the crowd slowly, and he came to Jingcheng University.

Another graduation season.

  The campus is very lively, there are students wearing academic uniforms everywhere, and their faces are also full of youthful and smart smiles.

  Mo Zhixuan walked slowly, and in a trance, he saw her figure again among the students.

   One year ago today, she, like these students, wore a bachelor's uniform and shuttled through the crowd.

   It is a very romantic thing to take off your school uniform and wear a wedding dress.

   However, Mo Zhixuan never thought that this romantic thing would eventually turn into a desperate thing.

  If I had expected that there would be such consequences.

   Then, he wouldn't be in a hurry to marry her.

   It can be said that the word 'wedding' left a heavy shadow in Mo Zhixuan's heart.

  Mo Zhixuan walked slowly on the campus.

   In the past, she was always with him.

   But today, he is the only one.

  Unconsciously, Mo Zhixuan walked near the propaganda column.

   The seven-inch photo of Chu Jin is still posted on the propaganda column.

   Next to the photo is Chu Jin's profile, and the various awards she won during her four years of college.

   There are even people mentioning words on the side.

   [After Chu Jin, there was no school flower. 】

   There are many students around the bulletin board.

"Idol!"

   "Mom! Is this still a human? It's okay to look good, and the literary talent is still so good."

   "Sister Chu Jin is literally my life goal!"

   "Did you know? I've liked my old sister since I was a sophomore in high school. It was because of her that I was admitted to Jingcheng University."

   "Me too, me too, I also worked hard to get close to Jingcheng University for the sake of the goddess."

   "So my goddess really graduated from Beijing University."

   "The ID photos are so beautiful, it's really rare!"

   "Little Lan, take a picture for me here, remember to take the picture of the goddess too." A girl who just graduated from high school handed her cell phone to her companion.

   "Okay," the girl took the phone and put on a professional photo-taking pose, "Look at the camera, one, two, three, eggplant."

  Chu Jin's popularity at Jingcheng University has never decreased. Indeed, she has left too many miracles at Jingcheng University.

   Even though he is a Chinese student, he has won a number of awards from the medical department.

   Obviously a writer with excellent literary talent, but relying on his own ability, he established a company and created a miracle in the history of science and technology.

   is obviously a little girl who is not familiar with the world, but she has become a well-known national goddess.

  Even though she was a waste of money for 18 years, she became Master Chu of Chrysostom.

  …

  Mo Zhixuan stood aside, looking at these students, the look in his eyes gradually turned warm.

   Until, a gentle female voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts, "Mr. Mo?"

  Mo Zhixuan looked back, looked at the girl in front of him, thought for a moment, and then said, "Yin...Wu?"

   "Yes, it's me," Yin Wu nodded, "Mr. Mo, why are you here? Where's A Jin? Did she come with you?"

  After graduating from university, Yin Wu did not leave, but stayed in school for graduate school.

   Immediately, she will study second.

  Mo Zhixuan has a high position, and the two of them haven't seen each other a few times. Yin Wu didn't expect that he could still remember his name.

What Yin Wu didn't know was that Mo Zhixuan remembered everything very clearly as long as it was about Chu Jin.

   Hearing the words, Mo Zhixuan said as usual, "Passing by here, stop by and have a look, A Jin didn't come with me."

   "Oh," Yin Wu nodded thoughtfully, and then asked, "I haven't seen A Jin for a long time. How is she doing recently?"

  Mo Zhixuan said concisely, "It's good."

"That's good," Yin Wu continued, "By the way, Mr. Mo, there is a party in our dormitory at the end of next month. If A Jin has time, please help me tell A Jin, so that she must come over if she has time. join."

   Since graduation, Chu Jin has cut off contact with them, and WeChat and QQ have not appeared.

  The four groups of people on WeChat are still lively every night, sharing or complaining. What happened during the day, but Chu Jin was missing.

   Even Weibo and Chu Jin have never posted.

  No one knows where Chu Jin has gone.

   "Yes." Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly.

   After saying goodbye to Yin Wu, Mo Zhixuan walked towards the Mo family again.

   When passing an intersection.

  Mo Zhixuan saw a familiar divination booth.

   The stall owner is a very young girl.

   About 14-5 years old.

   With a ponytail, wearing the school uniform of South Bridge No. 2 Middle School, she is full of youth.

   He has delicate facial features, fair skin, and has a pair of big eyes like a deer. He is very beautiful and eye-catching. He is about 1.6 meters tall, like a two-dimensional girl who came out of a comic book.

This is.

  Little Lolita, Mo Pengpeng.

   A few years have passed, and the little loli has grown into a little girl with a sign.

   "Excuse me, are you Master Chu?" An old man stepped forward and asked.

  In the capital, everyone knew Master Chu of Chrysostom.

   And, Master Chu made his name at this crossroads.

  Little Loli smiled slightly, "This grandma, I'm not Master Chu, but Master Chu is my master and the person I am closest to in this world. If you have any questions, just ask me directly."

   "Okay," the old man said with a smile, "I'm relieved to be Master Chu's apprentice, I want to ask the fortune of the house."

   "Okay, wait a moment." After the words fell, Little Loli began to shuffle the cards quickly.

   That deck of tarot cards in her hand seemed to have life, changing all kinds of tricks.

   The same technique.

   Indistinctly, Chu Jin's shadow can be seen from her body.

  Little Loli is commemorating Chu Jin in a special way.

   She believes that one day, Brother Jin will appear here and see her so excellent.

   She wanted Brother Jin to see that she could be on her own.

   Even if everyone believes that there is no Chu Jin in the world.

   But the little loli never believed it.

   She knew that Brother Jin must still be alive, and that Brother Jin must be reluctant to bear her so cute.

  Mo Zhixuan watched for a while behind the camphor tree, feeling that his eyes were getting hotter and hotter, and finally left here.

   Almost everywhere he went, he could see Chu Jin's shadow.

  Mo's house.

   is Mo Zhixuan received by the old butler.

   This is the first time Mo Zhixuan has stepped into the Mo family in the past year.

before.

   He never had the courage to come here.

   Because, Chu Jin was buried here.

   The old butler was very excited to see Mo Zhixuan coming back, "Nine Masters, you are back."

   "Uncle Wang." Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly.

   Uncle Wang greeted Mo Zhixuan into the room with a smile, "Ninth Master, how are the old lady, Mrs. Tong and the young lady recently?"

  Mo Zhixuan took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, "They are all very good, Uncle Wang rest assured."

  Since Chu Jin left, Mo Zhixuan's addiction to smoking seems to be even greater, and smoking has become his spiritual sustenance.

  Only in this way can he numb himself and stop thinking about her.

   "Then..." Uncle Wang hesitated, and then asked, "Is there any news about Madam Jiu?"

  Uncle Wang knew that he shouldn't ask, this would only make Mo Zhixuan more sad.

   However, his health was getting worse and worse, and he was afraid that one day he would stretch his legs and miss the good news.

   He didn't want to leave with regrets.

   "Yes, yes," Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly, "Uncle Wang, take good care of your body, next time, I will come back with A Jin to see you."

   "Nine Masters!" Uncle Wang looked at Mo Zhixuan excitedly, "What are you saying is true? There is really news about Mrs. Nine."

  Mo Zhixuan slowly exhaled a smoke ring, "Really."

  Uncle Wang still felt like he was in a dream, a little overwhelmed.

   He was happy for Mo Zhixuan and also for the Mo family.

   He knew that Mrs. Jiu was such a good person, and she was a natural pair with Young Master Jiu, and she would not die early.

   After chatting with Uncle Wang for a while, Mo Zhixuan came to the back garden.

   That lonely grave is still there.

  The tombstone is engraved with "The Tomb of My Wife Chu Jin."

   There was a bunch of flowers in front of the tombstone, and it was thought that someone had come to see her before him.

   can quietly come to Mo's house.

   Besides Mo Qianjue, there is only Xuanyuan Shangchen.

   However, it doesn't matter who came here now.

  Mo Zhixuan stood in front of the tombstone and slowly took off his sunglasses, but there was no expression in his deep phoenix eyes.

   Suddenly, Zi Qi's words echoed in his mind, Mo Zhixuan grabbed a shovel from the air, bowed in front of the tomb, and began to shovel away the soil on the grave one by one.

  Mo Zhixuan dug for a long time and dug a deep hole in the ground, but he still couldn't dig out the ice coffin that he buried with his own hands a year ago.

   Also did not find any human bones.

   Rather.

  The more you dig, the more moist the soil becomes. If you listen carefully, you can clearly hear the sound of the rushing river.

This is.

  Underground river?

   Mo Zhixuan frowned slightly, grabbed a handful of dirt and sniffed it at the tip of his nose.

   Exactly.

   This is the underground river. Listening to the sound of the river, it is flowing in the east direction.

  The realm of power is to the east.

  Mo Zhixuan has lived here for nearly 20 years. This is the first time he knows that there is a dark river under the Mo family's old house.

  It must be a coincidence that the ice coffin floated away along the water of the dark river.

   At the moment, Mo Zhixuan has no doubts about Zi Qi's words.

  Since she cannot be found in the secular world, then she will definitely appear at the Hundred Flowers Convention.

  Thinking of this, Mo Zhixuan jumped, jumped to the ground, and filled the dug out again.

   Gently raised his hand and waved, and the grave immediately returned to its original state, as if it had not been dug.

  **

   The supernatural world.

   The day of the Hundred Flowers Festival is getting closer, and the streets are getting more and more lively.

  These days, the price of flowers is also soaring.

   There are also scenic flowers everywhere on the road.

  The people in the supernatural world are very qualified and have a strong awareness of environmental protection. Even if the flowers in the store are expensive, they will not arbitrarily pick flowers from the roadside.

   "Xiao Jinjin, you must not have lunch yet, see what I prepared for you?" Bai Ruyu suddenly walked out from behind Chu Jin and put the lunch box in her hand on Chu Jin's table.

   It was lunch time, and no one came to do divination, so Chu Jin was very free at the moment.

   She was watching TV with her legs crossed.

   Crossing Erlang's legs is not an elegant movement, but it is a different kind of beauty that is pleasing to the eye when done in Chu Jin.

   "Do you know that people are scary and scary to death?" Chu Jin looked at Bai Ruyu and raised his eyebrows slightly.

  Bai Ruyu touched her face, "How could someone so beautiful scare you to death! Xiao Jinjin, you are really joking."

   "Haha." Chu Jin sneered.

   Although Bai Ruyu looks pretty good, the word "beautiful" can never be used to describe him.

   Compared with the person in his deep memory, he is still far behind.

  Although, Chu Jin has been unable to see the true face of that person in the depths of his memory.

   However, I feel that he should be much better looking than Bai Ruyu.

   "Xiao Jinjin, let's eat quickly, look at the food I prepared for you." Said, Bai Ruyu lifted the lid of the lunch box, and suddenly, a tantalizing aroma wafted out of the lunch box.

  Xiao Hui stood up from the ground excitedly.

   is really delicious.

   "Thank you, but you can take it back," Chu Jin raised her eyes slightly and said in a light tone, "I've already eaten it."

  Chu Jin still understands the principle of being diligent and diligent, and being a traitor is a thief.

   That was the food that Bai Ruyu cooked by herself.

   means too much.

   It was impossible for her to accept it.

   Although Chu Jin has lost her memory, she is not stupid. She knows that the purpose of a man taking the initiative to give something to a woman is not as simple as wanting to make friends with you.

   The countdown is over.

   We are going to meet.

   Just ask if you are excited or not.

  

  

   (end of this chapter)