Xiao Qingyun stood stiffly at the door, staring blankly at the two people holding each other by the bed.

As soon as he came back from Jiangnan, he heard that Brother Mo had saved a person.

This is okay. Although Brother Mo looks cold, he is not that kind of unkind person. If someone really falls next to him, he will not ignore death and save him.

But he heard people gossiping, saying that Brother Mo placed the man in the main room to the east, and also talked about how beautiful the young man who was rescued was, and that the Xiao family might have another master and so on.

As for the following words, he didn't care much. It's just that the room to the east was... his brother's former residence.

Xiao Qingyun didn't believe it at first.

After all, no one knows Brother Mo’s feelings for his brother better than him...

Brother Mo spent a lot of effort to rebuild the Xiao family on the ruins of the fire, and he spent a lot of effort to make his brother's house exactly the same as before, even the furnishings were exactly the same.

How could a place so carefully designed be easily given to others to live in?

He guessed that those who were serving him were trying to figure out the master's thoughts, which led to this arrangement.

Although he was angry that his brother's residence was occupied by others, he was also worried that Brother Mo would know how to get angry and offend others - Brother Mo has always been merciless when it comes to matters involving his brother - so he didn't even have time to drink.

, hurried over in a hurry.

I just didn't expect to see this scene.

Xiao Qingyun's eyes fell on the two people's overlapping hands, and then moved upward stiffly.

Even though she looked at him with hostility and criticality, Xiao Qingyun still had to admit that this young man was indeed as beautiful as those people said.

Snow is the skin, and the autumn moon is the god.

No matter how many gorgeous words are piled on him, they all look pale and feeble. This is probably the beauty that can only be found in immortal paintings.

Xiao Qingyun couldn't help but think: It's natural for Brother Mo to be attracted to such a good-looking person.

After all, the eldest brother has been dead for five years, and Brother Mo avenged him and rebuilt the Xiao family single-handedly. No matter in every aspect, he did his best to repay the kindness of the Xiao family.

And those things between him and his brother...

This person has gone, and no one has made a decision. The one who remains must always guard.

Xiao Qingyun is angry, but his anger is unreasonable. Even he understands it——

Brother Mo has done enough. As a person who only became the young master of the Xiao family again due to the favor of the other party, he really has no right to accuse him.

but……

At least not here, in...brother's room.

Xiao Qingyun's lips moved, but she didn't say anything.

What does he want to say? What is he qualified to say?

This land was bought by the other party, this house was rebuilt by him, and all the decorations in this house were recovered one by one with great effort by the other party.

The Xiao family is still the same Xiao family. Everything seems to have remained the same, but it is indeed different...

And in front of this real master.

What qualifications does he have... to say no?

Xiao Qingyun lowered her head and apologized, then closed the door with trembling hands.

Unable to bear it any longer, he hurried away with messy steps.

He gritted his teeth and tried not to cry.

He had obviously sworn, five years ago he had sworn... never to cry again.

But the tears seemed to burst like a dam and couldn't be stopped.

He seems to be the same as he was five years ago, unable to do anything...

Before that happened, his brother had already noticed it, but he didn't say anything. He just quietly arranged everything and sent him away far away.

The elder brother's arrangements are always very appropriate. Except that he no longer bears the name of the Xiao family, he can still live a life of food and clothing without worries.

Surrounded by the most loyal and capable old servants, he doesn't have to worry about the family business or money. He can do whatever he wants, just like before...

"Same" as before?

How could it be the same?! How could it be the same?!

He lost his dearest and most loved brother? How can he live a life that is the same as before with peace of mind?!

In the end, my brother arranged all the reliable people around him.

Over the years, Xiao Qingyun can't help but think about whether he was also one of the murderers when his brother died? If there was no such thing as his brother, this retreat...could his brother be left to himself? Or maybe the last one?

The more trustworthy people around you, the more likely your brother will survive.

But no! None of these “ifs”!!

His brother, who was praised by everyone as having great talent... was dead.

...leaving him to be a useless person, surviving in this world.

What’s even more ridiculous is that when the news of his brother’s death came, he didn’t even know who his enemy was!

In the end, it was not him who avenged his brother; nor was he the one who rebuilt the Xiao family.

Xiao Qingyun thought that he had grown a lot in the past five years, but the reality was like a wake-up call. He was still the same as before, a waste who had accomplished nothing.

Xiao Qingyun clenched his fist: If he works harder and makes more progress...

Is it possible to bring this house back home in a dignified manner?

This is the last memory he and his brother have.

He didn't want...there to be anyone else here.

In the room, Bai Mu stared at the closed door for a while, his thoughts drifting away.

The child standing at the door just now gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

But the other party just closed the door gently and went out, instead of slamming the door and leaving, which made Bai Mu a little surprised.

He couldn't help but feel "the child has grown up" from the bottom of his heart.

Being frightened by this thinking mode of "becoming a father at a young age", Bai Mu quickly shook his head in an attempt to get rid of the thought.

Being interrupted in this way, the topic just dropped to nothing. Xiao Mo seemed to have no intention of bringing it up again, and instead asked Bai Mu if he wanted to go out for a walk.

Bai Mu was already ready to agree, but now that Xiao Mo didn't mention it, he couldn't bring it up specifically... but he seemed impatient.

And after meeting the child just now, he always felt that something was not right.

He seemed to have overlooked something.

The spiritual light seemed to be separated by a layer of window paper, but it was vague and hard to understand, which made people feel very depressed.

It's good to go out for a walk and get some fresh air.

Just like what Bai Mu thought when he woke up, the owner of this yard has good taste... or in other words, it is basically consistent with his preferences.

For example, Bai Mu thought it would be better to have a pavilion in front of him, but as soon as he turned a corner, the roof of the pavilion appeared in front of him; for another example, he thought it would be good to have a lotus pond here, but as soon as he walked past a few

As soon as he took a step, he saw lotus leaves: for another example, he thought that when he turned around, he should see a bamboo forest, and then he saw lush bamboo leaves...

It's okay to do it once or twice, but it happens every time.

It's not a matter of taste or preference...it's all predictable.

——He has definitely been here before!

Bai Mu turned around and stared at "Xiao Hei" next to him. The other person's eyes had been falling on him since just now. Now he looked back very naturally, as if he was wondering what was wrong with him.

Bai Mu: "..."

What's wrong?

He originally thought that this time it would be the same as before, that this person was chasing him to the small world.

However, now it seems that it is not the same thing...

Bai Mu subconsciously called the system several times in the sea of ​​consciousness. He didn't hear a response for a long time, and then he remembered that the other party was upgrading.

But when he had doubts, Bai Mu decided to do it himself.

He paused and stood still, not wanting to avoid the person in front of him. He just stood there and began to check his previous mission records.

Although the system troubleshooting was not as fast, Bai Mu found the target quickly after eliminating the background of the world.

Originally, for the sake of the mental health of the tasker, the memory will be diluted to a certain extent at the end of each world, but the corresponding backup is still there, and the tasker can retrieve it if he takes the initiative.

Bai Mu closed his eyes and opened them again, just for a moment, but his eyes were a little more complicated.

"Xiao Mo."

He turned around and called the person next to him.

Xiao Mo...

Dancing and writing sounds quite artistic, but its origin is still "Xiao Hei"...
To be continued...