When the plum blossoms are gone, the people are gone

"Brother, what's the matter with you?" Su Moqing looked at Su Moyan who had just returned, and asked curiously.

"En?" Su Moyan looked at his younger brother, feeling a little baffled, "Why do you ask that? Is there something on my face?"

"No, brother, I feel that you are a little unhappy." Su Moqing said.

"Really." Su Moyan touched his face subconsciously, "Just now I saw an annoying person who picked up my fan and didn't return it to me." Su Moyan seemed to think of Minglin's handsome but And some pissed face.

Maybe it's not appropriate to be angry, but Su Moyan really can't think of any other time that is more suitable for this person.

"Hey~" Su Moqing seemed to have heard something incredible, her eyes widened, "Brother, you didn't shoot him to death?"

"En?" Su Moyan seemed to have thought of something, yes, this fan is the only relic left by his mother, usually only Su Moyan and himself, Su Muqing can touch it, as long as others touch it, My face was pulled down immediately, let alone like today, if it were someone else, I would definitely kill that person immediately.

What's wrong with me?Maybe it was because I was so angry today that I forgot.

Su Moyan said this to himself, but still smiled and said to Su Moqing, "That person is the future master of Nanting, we can't move, you know?"

"Oh..." Su Moqing nodded with a half understanding, "Okay then..."

"Come on, brother will teach you this piece again." Su Moyan smiled helplessly, and sat back in front of the guqin, stroking the qin with both hands, and a piece of "Yangchun Baixue" flowed out from his fingers.

This piece of music was performed very delicately by Su Moyan. Su Moqing was listening to this piece of music attentively, looking at Su Moyan's slender and fair hands with watery eyes, but there was a layer of whiteness on them. Thin calluses.

……

"Today we will leave first." Dongfang Haorui stood up and said to Su Muqing with a smile.

"Well, well, I'm really bothering the Lord." Su Muqing leaned forward and said.

"Where is it?" Dongfang Haorui said with a smile, and then thought for a while, as if thinking of something, "Hey, I heard that your son's piano skills are very good, I wonder if I'm lucky enough to hear it today?"

"En?" Ming Lin whispered, thinking, is that Su Moyan?

"Uncle Su, is it okay?" Ming Lin asked with some unknown state of mind.

"Oh?" Su Muqing raised his eyebrows, and then laughed, "Okay, the kid is probably playing the piano right now, let's go and have a look."

When Minglin walked to the courtyard where Su Moyan's house was located, he felt only two words - deserted.

Obviously the Su family can be regarded as a big family, why is it so deserted here?

"This place still hasn't changed..." Dongfang Haorui said with some emotion.

"That's right, that child Su Moyan said don't change it, let's be more desolate." Su Muqing sighed slightly, "That child still misses his mother very much..."

is that so.Minglin thought to himself.

"That fan..."

"He still keeps it." Su Muqing sighed, "That fan is still so precious, no one is allowed to touch it except me and Mo Qing."

"Is that the white fan with some flowers painted on it?" Ming Lin asked suddenly.

"En? Yes. What? Have you seen it?" Su Muqing was a little surprised.

"Well...it's just a coincidence." Ming Lin said in a low voice, feeling as if his heart was blocked by something, a little stuffy.

"Oh..." Su Muqing stopped talking, but looked at the small room with complicated eyes.

When the three of them got closer, they heard the sound of the guqin. The melody was fresh and smooth. Listening carefully, it was like seeing a picture of a thriving early spring, which showed the profound skill of the performer.

"Is it "Yang Chun Bai Xue"?" Ming Lin asked, but even though he was asking, his tone was full of affirmation.

"Not bad." Su Muqing smiled and praised Ming Lin, "Have you heard of it?"

"Well, I've heard it a few times, but..." Ming Lin said.

"Just what?" Su Muqing asked.

Nothing was better than what I heard now, Ming Lin said to himself in his heart.

"Nothing." Ming Lin looked up and said.

Seeing that Ming Lin didn't want to talk about it, Su Muqing didn't force him, but just said, "You are about the same age, you can talk together later."

"Yeah." Although Ming Lin said so, he thought in his heart that the other party didn't want to see him again...

Just when he was thinking wildly, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and then a faint male voice came from the room.

"Father, why are you standing outside instead of coming in to sit? Isn't it cold outside? Or is there some monster in my house..."

"Brother, I'm not a monster!" A childish voice interrupted Su Moyan.

"Okay, okay, brother of course knows that Qing'er is not a monster." Su Moqing said to Su Moqing patiently in the room.

"Xiaoyan, we didn't want to interrupt you, so we waited at the door for a while." Su Muqing smiled and explained.

"Isn't it still interrupted?" Su Moyan said with some amusement, "Besides, dad, is it really good for you to let the Lord go through the baptism of the cold wind with you at the door? Come in quickly."

Su Moyan paused for a while, and then said, but not to the three people outside the door, but to Su Moqing, "Qing'er, go and open the door, your hands must be numb after standing outside for so long."

"Well, yes, brother!" Su Moqing said with a smile.

Then I heard some messy footsteps, and then heard a "squeak", and the door was opened.

A child in green clothes stood at the door with beautiful emerald eyes.

"Daddy!" Su Moqing saw Su Muqing, and rushed forward, without paying any attention to the other two people around him.

"Hey!" Su Muqing smiled and hugged Su Moqing.

"Come in." Su Moyan looked at the people at the door, smiled slightly, and said.

Minglin entered the room, and found that the furnishings in this room were also very simple, in fact, it sounds simple, but it sounds ugly.

A guqin, four chairs, a wooden table, and a medium-sized bed, which seem to be just big enough for two people to lie on, but not the kind of robust one.

"My lord, Master Minglin." Su Moyan stood up and bowed slightly, with the same voice that was neither humble nor overbearing.

"Yeah." Dongfang Haorui said with a smile, "The last time I saw you, you were about the same age as your younger brother. In a blink of an eye, you are already 12 years old."

"En." Su Moyan replied with a smile.

12 years old? !Minglin sighed in his heart, this person is actually younger than himself, maybe Su Moyan's feeling of being more mature than children of the same age confused him when he first met Su Moyan, Minglin felt a little unbelievable.

"Hello." Ming Lin greeted with some embarrassment.

"Master Minglin, hello." Su Moyan said with a smile as before, but Minglin still felt a chill down his spine.

"Ah!" Su Moqing suddenly pointed at Ming Lin and said loudly, "You are that bad guy who took brother's fan and didn't return it!"

"Qing'er, don't be rude!" Su Muqing scolded softly.

"Lin, is that so?" Dongfang Haorui's voice sounded.

"Uh..." Ming Lin lowered his head, "Well... I just want to tease him... how do I know..."

After Minglin finished speaking intermittently, he was silent for a while, looked up at Su Moyan, scratched his head with one hand, and said, "I'm sorry, Su Moyan, I really didn't mean it."

"It's okay." Su Moyan said lightly, unable to tell whether he was happy or angry.

"Xiaoyan, why don't you come to our main hall to play some other day." Dongfang Haorui said.

"My lord, this can't be done." Su Muqing said with some panic.

"Okay." Su Moyan said suddenly at this moment, with a nice smile on his fair and clean face.

"Yan'er!" Su Muqing said softly.

"Then it's settled." Ming Lin spoke first, even he himself didn't know why.

"Eh?" Su Muqing suddenly felt that he seemed to be ignored, no, he was ignored.

"En, good." Su Moyan said with a smile, "Can I take Qing'er with me?"

"Yes." Dongfang Haorui said.

"Oh! That's great!" Su Moqing smiled and clapped her hands.

"Father, don't worry about me." Su Moyan suddenly said softly to Su Muqing.

"Okay..." Now that the conversation has reached this point, Su Muqing can only agree.

In fact, Su Muqing didn't want her child to get involved in the complicated vortex in the South Court, after all, once she entered there, she was doomed to be unable to escape...

But it turns out that his worries were wrong...