Driving Ling Ziyue's black off-road vehicle, Han Muxue was still a little unfamiliar. It soon started to rain and sleet on the road, and the road conditions were not very good. Uncle Chen was also sitting behind.

To be on the safe side, she drove slowly and basically had to stop at every red light, which added a lot of time on the road.

Uncle Chen, who was sitting in the back row, started to speak but hesitated several times. In the end, he only heard a long sigh.

"Uncle Chen, what's wrong?"

Han Muxue held the steering wheel with both hands and turned on the wipers.

Uncle Chen tentatively spoke carefully, for fear of making the young master unhappy again.

"Young Master, there are some things that I shouldn't ask, and although I have been reluctant to talk about them, I must have some difficulties regarding the mother and son. Everyone has already gone, so let's let go of this knot as soon as possible.

Don’t pursue some things anymore!”

"Uncle Chen, what do you mean by what you said? What knot in your mind?"

Han Muxue pricked up her ears and frowned, realizing that she had touched on Ling Ziyue's little secret.

Uncle Chen sighed, thinking that the young master was too strong and unwilling to reveal his feelings at will, but in fact he didn't let go at all, and what he said was ambiguous and no longer had any useful information.

"Well, Master, you don't want to talk, so I won't say more. My old man, I still say the same thing, the past is in the past. After all, people are no longer here. All merits and demerits, right and wrong, will be let go.

Let it pass, and no longer struggle until you are tired and only the living are left."

"Well, Uncle Chen, you are right."

Han Muxue turned on her phone and found a message from the worried Ling Ziyue.

It's snowing, please be safe.

She quickly sent an OK emoticon back to Ling Ziyue in the dialog box, and asked the question she just learned from Uncle Chen.

Do you have a bad relationship with your dad?

Not long after she sent it, she regretted it. Since this was something that Ling Ziyue felt deeply about, asking about it would probably make him unhappy.

Just when I was about to withdraw, there was a reply quickly.

Do you want to know? I will tell you when I find time.

She retracted the message withdrawal page, held her phone in one hand, and quickly replied: OK.

Uncle Chen likes to go to the comprehensive market to buy vegetables. In the early years, when the Ling family was just a small workshop, Uncle Chen was responsible for the food logistics for the whole family and a dozen workers. He went to the market at five o'clock every day to buy groceries.

The freshest and cheapest dishes, this habit has been retained to this day.

Basically, he knew all the vendors in the huge market. As soon as Uncle Chen entered, he was frequently greeted by old acquaintances, and they all got along very harmoniously.

Han Muxue likes this kind of atmosphere very much. It instantly brings her back to the difficult years when her mother set up a breakfast stall. She often plays in places like the vegetable market. Sometimes when the family is in trouble, her uncles and aunts just give them some food to sell.

A pot of soup from the leftover side dishes was enough for them to make a dinner. Therefore, she felt very close to these elders and aunties.

"Old Chen, I brought my son here to buy groceries today. What a blessing. What a talented person!"

"No, no, this is not me..."

"Thank you for the compliment, uncle. Your dish is not bad. It's really fresh. How much does it cost per pound?"

Han Muxue smiled and picked up the plastic bag beside the stall and picked it up quickly. She was very enthusiastic and completely unfamiliar, which made Uncle Chen feel a little incredible.

"Three dollars and five!"

The uncle happily stretched out his hand and opened the plastic bag for Han Muxue.

"Can three dollars do it?"

"Hey, this young man knows how to live a good life and knows how to bargain. OK, OK, three yuan is just three yuan. Let your dad only buy food from my stall from now on!"

"Okay, as long as the food is good and cheap, I will come more often!"

"okay!"

"Do you want to buy meat?"

Carrying a large bag of vegetables, Han Muxue turned to ask Uncle Chen, who was still looking at him in a daze.

"Oh, oh, I bought it!"

Uncle Chen nodded repeatedly and took Han Muxue to the meat section.

During the Chinese New Year, all the meat stalls are overcrowded and crowded. Looking from a distance, among the two or three rows of stalls, only the stall in the nearest corner is deserted and deserted.

Han Muxue couldn't help but be curious.

"Uncle Chen, there are so many people here, why is there a stall with no customers?"

As Uncle Chen spoke, he looked in the direction pointed by Han Muxue, and noticed the lonely man with gray hair from a distance. He shook his head and sighed, with some sympathy and sadness in his eyes.

"Look at him, everyone in the whole market knows that his eldest son is a murderer, the kind who has been interviewed on TV. He used to do a pretty good job in the pork business, and he finally used all the savings he had saved.

The civil compensation was paid, but it was not enough. I barely managed to get it together by selling the house and selling the iron. I am over 50 years old and I am still in debt. I can only continue to do it. It is a pity that this matter is too big and no one can do it.

His business is unlucky. In this market, no one interacts with him, let alone buys his meat."

Uncle Chen was sighing as he spoke, and there was an endless exclamation in his tone that fate had tricked people. Han Muxue could tell that Uncle Chen had great sympathy for this old man.

"Uncle Chen, let's go to that stall to buy it."

"Why!"

An old man and a young man quickly came to the deserted stall with their hands full of vegetables.

The old man seemed to be in a daze, smoking a cheap cigarette that was slightly damp at the end in his hand. The dark blue smock on his body seemed to be the work clothes of a meat factory worker many years ago. What a stable job it was in the past, it was surprising.

The enviable good job, after years of baptism and polishing, has long lost its former glory, leaving only the grease stains of pork, curled and pilled corners, and a few crooked and unexpected patches.

Han Muxue hasn't seen anyone wearing patched clothes for a long time.

Her throat felt a little dry, and she suddenly felt a little sad, sad about the fate of this suffering old man.

"Old Xiao, it's Chinese New Year, aren't you busy?"

Uncle Chen's greeting made this vicissitudes of life move. He hurriedly threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and crushed it.

"Hey, Lao Chen, we're here again. What kind of meat do you want today? Pork belly or ribs?"

He quickly got out of that depressed state and took a huge meat cleaver and sharpened it back and forth twice quickly on the cylindrical whetstone.

"Would you like to stir in some meat filling? It's the Chinese New Year, and it's always necessary to make dumplings."

His professional smile is bright and contagious.

But the moment he raised his head, Han Muxue was slightly surprised.

It's so similar, even though his hair is gray and there are a lot of crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, he still can't hide his charm back then.

He is so similar to the mysterious Xiao Liyun, from his face shape to his nose, especially his eyes, they are indescribably similar.
Chapter completed!