klisemfg Chapter 279: Continue to carry forward Teacher Gu's spirit
Chapter 279: Continue to carry forward Teacher Gu's spirit
The Range Rover drove smoothly into the familiar parking space of Huiying Bookstore. The body of the car reflected a steady luster in the sun, and every line showed low-key luxury.
Jiang Chengyu looked solemn, and he pulled the handbrake skillfully, pushed open the door and got out of the car. The cold wind blew up the corners of his clothes, but he didn't care at all, walked quickly to the passenger seat, and gently opened the door.
Mu Xiaoji in the car was like a sculpture, holding Teacher Gu's urn devoutly in his hands. The urn seemed to be extremely heavy, carrying endless thoughts and sorrow.
Mu Xiaoji's eyes were red, and there was a complex light in them, including hatred, reluctance, and more importantly, respect for the deceased.
Jiang Chengyu looked at him with eyes full of heartache. He reached out his hand and hugged Mu Xiaoji's shoulders affectionately. The warm strength seemed to pull Mu Xiaoji out of the abyss of grief.
The two of them walked straight towards the dormitory building, step by step. When they arrived at the door of Teacher Gu's dormitory, Jiang Chengyu took a deep breath and reached out to open the door. The sound of the door hinge turning echoed in the quiet corridor, like opening a dusty memory.
Accompanied by Jiang Chengyu, Mu Xiaoji walked slowly into the room, his steps slightly heavy.
They came to the altar, where the ashes of the teacher's wife and sister were placed. They were the relatives that Teacher Gu had been with all these years, as if the warmth of the past days had always been there and had never been separated.
Mu Xiaoji stood in front of the table, his lips trembling slightly, and murmured to himself: "Master's wife and junior sisters, I brought Teacher Gu back to reunite with you.
Do you know the sins that Gu Bingyi and Gu Ming, who had lost all conscience, committed against you?
Now, I have sent them both to jail! They will spend the rest of their lives in jail repenting for what they have done. But..."
Mu Xiaoji's voice choked with sobs: "It shouldn't be that all this was in exchange for your lives. It's not worth it. Now that things have come to this, your family reunion is complete. Rest in peace!"
After saying this, Mu Xiaoji gently placed Teacher Gu's urn next to the boxes of his teacher's wife and his junior sister. His movements were so gentle as if he was afraid of disturbing their rest.
At this moment, a crisp knock on the door broke the silence in the room. Jiang Chengyu came back to his senses, cleared his throat and responded, "Come in."
The door was slowly pushed open, and Qin Shuyue walked in holding a bouquet of flowers. Her eyes were full of respect, and her steps were light and slow, as if she was afraid of destroying the solemn atmosphere in the room.
She said softly, "Mr. Mu, the flowers are here!" Qin Shuyue walked closer to Mu Xiaoji and respectfully handed them to Mu Xiaoji with both hands.
The bouquet of flowers was so beautiful, but it added a sense of desolation to the sad environment.
Mu Xiaoji took the flowers and gently placed them in the vase, then stepped back and bowed deeply. The 90-degree bow lasted for a long time, as if he was telling the deceased his endless words. After a while, he slowly stood up, his face still solemn.
Jiang Chengyu and Qin Shuyue stood silently by, their eyes also full of respect for the deceased.
Afterwards, the two of them followed Mu Xiaoji in saluting, each movement full of piety.
After the ceremony, Mu Xiaoji stood up and gestured for them to sit down. The three of them slowly walked to the sofa and sat down.
Mu Xiaoji looked at Qin Shuyue seriously and said slowly: "From now on, you will be the sole agent of Huiying Bookstore! When Mr. Gu was alive, he devoted so much effort to the bookstore. You have always been by his side and have learned a lot.
You get whatever salary and bonus Mr. Gu gets, and that's what you deserve. You are more familiar with the personnel arrangements and transfers in the bookstore, and everything is arranged by you.
Dividends are distributed according to the personnel shareholding system, and I don't interfere in these matters. Everything is done in the same way as when Teacher Gu was here.
I believe in Teacher Gu's vision and arrangements, so just go ahead and do it; don't feel any psychological burden because of Teacher Gu's passing."
Qin Shuyue's eyes flashed with emotion, and she nodded firmly, "Okay, Mr. Mu, I will definitely live up to Mr. Gu's respect and trust. I will treat Huiying Bookstore as my own home, run it carefully, and let it continue to inherit Mr. Gu's spirit."
Mu Xiaoji smiled lightly, nodded and said, "Okay, everyone has worked hard these past few days. For those who need to take a day off, go down and make arrangements."
Qin Shuyue responded with a clear, silvery voice, "Okay, Mr. Mu, is there anything else you want to tell me?"
Mu Xiaoji opened his crossed hands and said, "No more, go get busy!"
Qin Shuyue stood up gracefully and said, "Okay, Mr. Mu, I'll be out then."
Mu Xiaoji nodded, Qin Shuyue bowed slightly and nodded, Jiang Chengyu made a gesture of invitation; watching the capable Qin Shuyue walking towards the dormitory door with sonorous and powerful steps, the sound of the door gradually closing isolated her disappearing figure.
When the setting sun took away its last rays of light, darkness spread from the edge of the city like a tide, quickly engulfing the streets and alleys.
The street lights gradually lit up, like stars twinkling tenaciously in the darkness, and the city was gradually enveloped by the night.
Jiang Chengyu was driving the Range Rover with a haggard look on his face. On the brightly lit streets of the city, mottled light and shadows shone through the car window onto the tired bodies of the two.
Jiang Chengyu's fingers were tightly gripping the steering wheel, each joint was slightly white due to the force. He steered the car steadily and drove towards Jinyang Villa.
The car slowly drove into the parking space in the yard of Jinyang Villa, and the sound of brakes broke the tranquility of the night.
Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji got out of the car. Their steps were heavy, as if they were exhausted from the whole day.
They walked straight towards the door. Jiang Chengyu just stretched out his hand to open the door, but the door creaked open from the inside, and the kind face of Dean Guo appeared in front of them.
"You two are back? Come in quickly, you haven't eaten yet?" Dean Guo's kind voice sounded at the door, his eyes full of concern.
Mu Xiaoji replied weakly, "No!" His voice was filled with deep fatigue.
Upon hearing this, Director Guo hurriedly said, "I'll go to the bedroom and ask your mother to come down and make something for you." Then he turned around.
Jiang Chengyu quickly stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "No need, Uncle Guo, let me do it!" Although his voice was tired, it was firm.
Dean Guo looked at him distressedly and said, "How can that be? You two have been busy all day. You two should sit there and rest for a while. I will go and call your mother down."
Jiang Chengyu smiled slightly, did not insist, and just turned and walked into the kitchen. He first took out a pot from the cupboard, skillfully filled the sink with water, then gently placed it on the gas stove and turned on the fire.
Then he walked to the refrigerator and opened the door. The light from inside shone on his face, reflecting his focused expression.
He took out a few eggs and placed them on the chopping board beside him. He lit another stove and put a frying pan on it. When the pan was hot;
He carefully cracked the egg, and the egg white and yolk slid into the pot, instantly making a "sizzling" sound, and a faint egg aroma began to fill the air.
After a while, the water boiled and gurgled, as if urging something.
Jiang Chengyu rummaged in the refrigerator again, took out some noodles, put them in the pot, and stirred them skillfully with chopsticks to prevent the noodles from sticking.
Then he took some lettuce and rinsed it carefully in the sink, making sure every leaf was clean.
Then he quickly chopped some green onions and beef, his movements clean and neat, just as he usually handled those complicated matters.
Not long after, Jiang Chengyu said softly towards the living room: "Xiao Ji, come and have noodles." His voice was not loud, but full of warmth.
When Mu Xiaoji heard the voice, he stood up from the sofa with difficulty and walked towards the restaurant.
Jiang Chengyu had considerately placed the noodles in front of him. The steaming noodles exuded an enticing aroma, the fried egg was golden and crispy, the beef was tender and juicy, the lettuce was green and juicy, and the embellishment of chopped green onions made the bowl of noodles look delicious.
Mu Ji couldn't help but praise: "It's the little monster's craftsmanship, it smells so good." There was a glimmer of surprise in his eyes, and his originally tired expression relaxed a lot.
Jiang Chengyu smiled and said, "You've been busy all day, you must be hungry, right?"
As he spoke, he sat opposite Xiaoji and gave the fried egg in his bowl to Xiaoji, "Xiaoji, eat more. You've worked the hardest today." His eyes were full of doting.
Jiang Chengyu looked at Mu Xiaoji's chubby appearance and saw that he was eating noodles in big mouthfuls, without his usual elegant eating manner. He couldn't help but smile and started eating with him.
At this time, Dean Guo and Mu Huiying came down from upstairs and walked towards the restaurant.
When they walked into the restaurant, they saw Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji eating noodles happily.
Mu Huiying's eyes fell on the two of them and she saw that they were being polite to each other over a fried egg.
Jiang Chengyu refused: "Xiao Ji, you eat it. Just eat it if I give it to you!" There was a hint of tenderness in his tone that could not be refused.
Mu Xiaoji smiled and said, "I already have two. It's fairer for each of us to have two." As he spoke, he pushed the fried eggs towards Jiang Chengyu.
Jiang Chengyu had no choice but to stand up and eat the remaining noodles in his bowl in two or three mouthfuls. Then he made a prohibitive gesture and said, "Okay! I've finished eating, you eat slowly. I'm going to go upstairs to take a shower."
Upon hearing this, Mu Xiaoji smiled and said, "No, little monster, wait for me; we'll wash together." His voice echoed in the restaurant with a bit of childishness.
When Mu Huiying heard this, her face suddenly turned gloomy and she turned away with an unhappy look on her face.
The originally warm atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward. The smiles on Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji's faces disappeared instantly when they saw their mother's backs leaving. The two looked at each other, their eyes full of helplessness and worry.
Dean Guo looked at Mu Huiying's departing figure, whose back seemed to carry endless disappointment and anger. He shook his head helplessly and sighed softly.
Then he slowly approached Mu Xiaoji, with a complicated expression on his face, frowning, and said helplessly: "Xiaoji,
Come with me to the first floor guest room tonight. I have something I want to talk to you about." His voice was a little low, and his eyes were full of a seriousness that could not be refused.
Hearing this, Mu Xiaoji slowly put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands. He raised his head slightly, his eyes showing stubbornness, and said coldly:
"Uncle Guo, if you have anything to say, just say it here. There is no need to avoid the little monster. He is not wrong. I am the one who caused all this."
His lips were trembling slightly because of excitement, as if he was trying hard to suppress his inner emotions: "So, if you want to beat or scold me, just come to me, and don't make things difficult for the little monster." Every word was powerful, revealing his protection for Jiang Chengyu.
Jiang Chengyu was moved and a little helpless when he heard Mu Xiaoji's words. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but only uttered two words: "Xiaoji..."
The voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were full of complex emotions, including gratitude to Mu Xiaoji for protecting him, as well as helplessness about the current situation.