know the enemy

In fact, as early as the first time I saw Lu Jia yesterday, Mu Wenran felt that the dumpling standing downstairs looked like a snowman turned into a spirit.

Mu Xian brought Lu Jia here, obviously out of good intentions, he knew that Mu Wenran didn't like children, but Mu Wenran didn't dare to do anything when Mu Zhangcheng was at home yesterday.

Mu Xian, the second uncle, was extremely wicked. It seemed that he didn't see that Mu Wenran was good. He knew that Mu Wenran was quiet, so he brought a child over to disturb him.

Mu Wenran was suppressing the fire at the beginning, seeing the group sitting awkwardly on the sofa, still sweeping him from the corner of the eye, feeling unspeakably irritated in his heart.

The Mu family is a big family with a lot of family members, and relatives and children keep coming to visit during the holidays.

Mu Wenran's appearance was like his mother's, and Mu Zhangcheng's marriage was facilitated by Mr. Mu. The old man liked the daughter-in-law very much, so naturally he also liked Mu Wenran.

On Mu Wenran's 12th birthday, the old man said that he would hold a birthday party. A group of children came to the house, and a boy fell down the stairs while playing, and Mu Wenran was standing upstairs.The boy sprained his ankle, and after being helped up by an adult, he didn't dare to look at Mu Wenran, his eyes dodged.

Mu Wenran watched coldly, the adults dared not provoke Mu Zhangcheng, and the boy's mother also blamed the boy for walking without looking at the road, but in fact, many people thought that the boy was pushed downstairs by Mu Wenran.

Mu Wenran is really too precocious, a child who is only twelve, has no expression on his face, and is cold, no matter how good-looking he is, it will only make people think that this child is not normal.

Without saying a word, Mu Zhangcheng dragged Mu Wenran into the room to reprimand him, and asked if he was the one who pushed him.

Mu Wenran remained silent the whole time.

Seeing that Mu Zhangcheng raised his hand to hit someone, Mu Xian, who wanted to come over to check the situation, quickly stopped him: "Hey, brother, what are you doing, what can't you talk about, why do you have to beat the child?"

Although Mu Zhangcheng and Mu Xian are brothers, but Mu Xian is ten years younger than Mu Zhangcheng, and he can't get along with Mu Zhangcheng, but he is interested in his little nephew who has a weird personality.

Mu Zhangcheng was in a fit of anger, and he was not very polite to his brother who was many years younger than himself: "Don't worry about this! I won't teach him a lesson today, and he won't know what to do in a few days..."

The old man appeared out of nowhere, coughed twice, interrupted Mu Zhangcheng, and said, "My child's birthday, what are you doing?"

Mu Xian also echoed: "That's right, big brother, Wen Ran hasn't spoken yet, you can't force him to admit his mistake."

It's not a day or two that the old man prefers Mu Xian, the second child. Unfortunately, Mu Xian has been unwilling to get married, and Mu Zhangcheng had a son early, so the old man's attention has been shifted to his grandson.

At this moment, the old man and Mu Xian spoke together, so Mu Zhangcheng had no choice but to put down his hands, and gave Mu Wenran a hard look: "Hurry up and confess to your brother!"

Mu Xian thought that Mu Wenran would retort, but he didn't expect Mu Wenran to actually go out, patted the boy on the shoulder, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push you."

The boy was obviously frightened, and he took two steps back to look at his mother.

The woman probably didn't expect that Mu Wenran would apologize, she waved her hand strangely for a moment and said: "It's nothing to do, just a sprain, he was not careful."

Mu Wenran looked at the boy and said softly, "I will definitely pay attention next time."

The boy looked even more frightened as he hid behind his mother.

Mu Wenran smiled, turned and left.

Mu Xian saw all this in his eyes. After the birthday party, Mu Xian stayed and asked Mu Wenran again while the others were away: "You really pushed it?"

Mu Wenran said, "Yes."

Mu Xian didn't quite believe it, but touched his chin, and asked Mu Wenran as if watching the excitement, "Do you not like your father too much?"

Only then did Mu Wenran raise his head to look at him.

Mu Xian smiled and said, "It's a coincidence that I am too. He is too rigid in his work, isn't he?"

Mu Wenran still didn't answer, but Mu Xian had already found the answer in his eyes.

After all, no matter how precocious and smart Mu Wenran is, he is still a child, and a child's thoughts cannot be hidden.

——He still blamed his mother for not taking him with her when she left, and still blamed Mu Zhangcheng for not letting him go.

Mu Xian was very interested in his little nephew, and the two of them became acquainted after coming and going.After only two years, Mu Xian can still feel that there is a wall in Mu Wenran's heart, which separates him from the outside world. Even Mu Xian, who often communicates with him, can only talk to him by leaning against the wall.

At first, Mu Xian thought that his parents' divorce had hit him too hard, but later he gradually discovered that Mu Wenran didn't seem to care about it.

A few days ago, when Mu Xian was visiting Bai's house, he saw Bai Yi and Lu Jia arguing about which channel to watch, and he couldn't help but sigh—if only his nephew was so naive.

After thinking about it, Mu Xian had a bad idea in his mind, walked up to the two children amiably and said, "I have a nephew who is about the same age as you two..."

His ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense is first-rate, not to mention what Mu Wenran was like when he was 11 years old, now that Mu Wenran is in junior high school, how could he play with Xiao Douding, besides, he didn't like children in the first place.

Mu Wenran doesn't like children, and Mu Xian just brought a child from someone else's house. Wasn't it intentional?

The boy fell asleep yesterday, and Mu Wenran observed him for a while. The child's thick eyelashes were like a small fan, and his face was white and soft.

In Mu Wenran's impression, his younger brothers and sisters were all noisy and chattering.This group is also chattering, but it's not so annoying. One bite and one elder brother is sweet, and they ask if they can take off their coats.

But Mu Wenran still hated children, so he heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the boy follow Mu Xian away.

Unexpectedly, he came again the next day, stood in front of his door, smiled dimples and said, "Brother, I'm here to play with you."

The impatience in Mu Wenran's heart was about to be worn away, he followed Bai Tuanzi's wishes and sat on the sofa to watch cartoons.

He really rarely watched this kind of thing, but he often watched it when Mu Wencheng was around a few years ago.It's a pity that Mu Wencheng and his mother have left, and he is the only one left in the big house, and he doesn't look at this stuff.

Mu Wenran couldn't remember how long he hadn't turned on the TV. He had just exchanged names with the boy, and now the kid was enjoying watching TV.

What a wonderful, carefree age.

Mu Wenran suddenly felt so jealous, he thought that Lu Jia must be well taken care of, with an innocent appearance.

Lu Jia seemed to sense his gaze, and smiled back at him.

Mu Wenran remained silent.

He also often saw such cheerful fools at school, and they generally didn't have a good brain.

The nanny cooked the meal and asked the two of them to have lunch. Mu Wenran hadn't had dinner with anyone for a long time, and Mu Zhangcheng was busy with work, so the father and son rarely communicated.There were suddenly more people across the dining table, so he couldn't help but take a second look.

Seeing him looking at him, Lu Jia smiled sweetly at him again, and Mu Wenran lowered his eyes to concentrate on eating.

The nanny has been in Mu's house for many years. She watched Mu Wenran grow up, and saw that Lu Jia only ate the food in front of her. She couldn't help reminding: "Don't just eat celery."

Luke nodded and said, "I really like eating celery."

The nanny saw that Lu Jia was embarrassed to reach for the food with his chopsticks, and Mu Wenran, who was sitting opposite him, also noticed it, so he stopped his chopsticks and looked at Lu Jia who was holding vegetables and rice on the opposite side.Lu Jia ate a few more mouthfuls, did not dare to move his chopsticks, and looked up at Mu Wenran: "Brother, why don't you eat?"

Mu Wenran pushed the food in front of him: "Eat."

Luke: "..."

nanny:"……"

Lu Jia picked up his chopsticks and gently pushed the plate back. Mu Wenran raised his eyes, but he didn't dare to move immediately.

Luke: "My brother eats too."

"I'm full." There was still half a bowl of rice in Mu Wenran's bowl.

Lu Jia's eyes widened: "You haven't eaten as much as Bai Yi."

Mu Wenran didn't ask who Bai Yi was, he just picked up the bowl and chopsticks and ate the rest of the meal.

He had a hunch that if he didn't eat, the kid could look at him with that kind of surprised gaze for a whole day.

After eating, the two of them sat back on the sofa, Mu Wenran went upstairs to get a book, and leaned on the sofa to read it, while Lu Jia started watching TV again.

Mu Wenran could see that Lu Jia wanted to talk to him, but because he had been reading, Lu Jia stopped talking several times.

In the end, Mu Wenran closed the book and said, "You are very uncomfortable with me."

Lu Jia is not good at lying, so he told the truth: "It's a little bit, just a little bit." He also gestured with two fingers to show how much that "a little bit" is.

Mu Wenran asked, "Then will you come again next time?"

"Do you still want me to come?" Luke asked back, "If you want, I will come."

Mu Wenran didn't expect him to say that at all, and before he could answer immediately, Lu Jia took a step ahead of him and sighed, "You don't want to." Lu Jia lowered his head, "I really like you, brother, you They don't even grab the remote control from me. But..." Lu Jia said "but" and gave Mu Wenran a pitiful look, "I know that twisted melons are not sweet."

Mu Wenran: "...Oh, you want to watch TV."

Luke gestured with his hand again: "A little bit." He put down his hand and said, "I want to play with you more, but you just read and don't play with me."

Mu Wenran: "What are you playing? Building blocks?"

Lu Jia replied seriously: "If you want to play..."

"I don't want to play." Mu Wenran looked at Lu Jia who was sitting next to him, suddenly bent his mouth, and patted his head, "But if you come next time, I can play with you instead of reading."

"Really?"

"real."