The scumbag brother is finally accepted

Shen Mengzhuang hardly knew how he got back.He and Lu Qingyuan haven't seen each other for three days.

For three days, I didn't close my eyes for three full days.

As if overnight, the whole world was collapsing, he couldn't help but ask in his heart: Is it fake?This is fake, right?

How could this be?

After he woke up, he was told that he was no longer Shen Mengzhuang, and that he would always exist as Mo Zhuang without telling Lu Qingyuan.Well, no problem, he can stay by Lu Qingyuan's side for the rest of his life, just accompany and guard silently, until this physical body dies.

However, he is no longer Shen Mengzhuang, but now there is a Shen Mengzhuang out of nowhere, the real Shen Mengzhuang.

God seemed to be joking with him. After he stepped down from Shen Mengzhuang's position, he asked the real master to take his place, and grandiosely occupied the position next to Lu Qingyuan.

He didn't dare to think about what would happen next.

Shen Mengzhuang dragged his exhausted body to the outside of the Miehui Hall. He would come every day and wanted to wait for Lu Qingyuan.Since the senior brother came back, the bird palace has not allowed anyone to enter.He could only stay outside the Hall of Extinguishing Radiance, waiting for the meager hope.

What should I say after seeing Lu Qingyuan?Say that senior is not a real senior?

Simply bullshit.

Today, Shen Mengzhuang was suddenly hit by reality.

From beginning to end, he was the only one who was fake.

While thinking about it, Shen Mengzhuang heard the sound in the hall, so he quickly opened the door and rushed in.Seeing Lu Qingyuan at the desk, he suddenly had a sore nose, like an abandoned orphan who finally saw his dearest relative.

He walked forward slowly, tightly grasping Lu Qingyuan's arm, hesitated for a long time not knowing how to speak, and finally asked: "Are you really sure that he is your senior brother?"

Lu Qingyuan was originally in a good mood, but when he saw Shen Mengzhuang, he remembered that he hadn't seen him for a long time and wanted to say hello.However, upon hearing Shen Mengzhuang's words, his face darkened immediately, and he said in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"

Seeing Lu Qingyuan's defensive look, Shen Mengzhuang became even more anxious. He grabbed Lu Qingyuan with both hands and almost told the truth.

He didn't care about face, he only knew that if Lu Qingyuan identified that person as Shen Mengzhuang, then he would lose Lu Qingyuan completely.

He clenched Lu Qingyuan's sleeve tightly in anxiety, and shouted loudly: "He is not Shen Mengzhuang, no, he is not the Shen Mengzhuang you are looking for, he is not your senior brother."

Lu Qingyuan's eyes were slightly closed, and his eyes became cold and dark.He looked down at Shen Mengzhuang, even his tone was cold, he asked: "Isn't he? Then who is? Are you?"

Shen Mengzhuang fell silent, all the impatience and urgency just now turned into lack of confidence.He lowered his head, muttered stubbornly and bravely: "Anyway, he is not."

He prayed that Lu Qingyuan would listen, he prayed that Lu Qingyuan would listen to him this time.He grabbed Lu Qingyuan and refused to let go, and he didn't dare to let go.Because once he lets go at this moment, he and Lu Qingyuan will always face each other across the sea.

He was thinking wildly, feeling annoyed, but Lu Qingyuan suddenly grabbed his wrist.He looked up at Lu Qingyuan, and when he looked up, he saw an angry face, which shocked him.

Hearing Lu Qingyuan's anger, he said almost venting: "Do you know what you're talking about? Tell me, what do you mean he's not the senior brother I'm looking for? Could it be that there is a second senior brother in this world?"

He was impartial and stepped on Shen Mengzhuang's pain with precision.

How does this make him answer?How should he answer?

All the truth came to the lips, ready to come out.But he could only swallow it all, and finally returned silent.

His difficulties, his inability to control himself, gradually changed into another look in the silence.That's called nonsense, and it's also called nonsense.

His silence brought Lu Qingyuan's outburst.Lu Qingyuan grabbed his wrist so hard that it almost drew red marks.He frowned in pain and gasped in pain. In the pain, he heard the question of the fatal blow again.

He heard that Lu Qingyuan was almost desperate, or the strong man cut his wrist and asked him: "Or, let me ask you one last time."

"the last time."

He deliberately emphasized it again, and cut his heart again.

"Are you, senior brother?"

The red candle was completely burned out, and the door was slammed shut with a "bang".

With a heart-piercing pain in his chest, Shen Mengzhuang's legs felt weak, and he staggered back, leaning on the desk to support himself.He looked at Lu Qingyuan's leaving back, so mercilessly, as if he wanted to cut off his kindness.

He is finished, completely finished.

In the next few days, Shen Mengzhuang still served Lu Qingyuan tea and water as usual.Occasionally, their eyes met, and when Shen Mengzhuang wanted to say something, Lu Qingyuan turned his face away and looked away.

He didn't ask any more, he didn't dare to speak.

The hall returned to silence.

There was a stack of papers on the table, Lu Qingyuan pressed his hand on the paper, tapping absently with his fingers.

Seeing his senior brother that day, he was extremely happy and also extremely surprised.Brother is not clearly...

After picking up his senior brother, he hugged him joyfully, wanting to act like a baby in his senior brother's arms.He must take back all his years of suffering from his senior brother, hug him tightly, and never let his senior brother leave.

However, when he hugged his senior brother, his whole body seemed to be pricked by needles, and he pushed his senior brother away violently.He looked at the person in front of him, blinked blankly, feeling inexplicably wrong.

Why is the brother in his arms so strange, so far away?As if they had never known each other, as if they had never been close.Why can't he find that lingering dream in his senior brother, and can't smell the scent of Du Ruohua.But there is only a sense of disobedience, an overwhelming sense of disharmony.

If it was just like this, he wouldn't be so angry and upset.

What broke him down was that after he hugged his senior brother and pushed him away, the image of Mo Zhuang appeared in his mind involuntarily.This reminded him of the phrase "eating from the bowl and looking at the pot", half-hearted.

He can't tolerate any sentimentality in himself even more than his lover.

Obviously senior brother has returned to him.

Just when he was at a loss, he heard Shen Mengzhuang's words again.It's not that he hasn't been suspicious, otherwise there wouldn't be these few pieces of paper on the table at this moment.

Fengtian responded truthfully, she did save her senior brother, and the senior brother beside him is the real Shen Mengzhuang, there is only one Shen Mengzhuang in the world.

And why his senior brother is not the same as before, Feng Tianyan said, maybe it was because of the fire that burned his body back then, hurt his soul, and his consciousness was impaired, so that his temperament was slightly different from before.Take good care of yourself, maybe you will get better.

It turned out to be the case.

Lu Qingyuan let out a long sigh of relief, but his mood was not at all relaxed.

He rubbed his fingers on the paper, but his heart was twisted into a twist, extremely tangled.

He actually doubted his senior brother, he actually believed other people's words and became suspicious of his senior brother, he really deserved to die, how could he doubt his senior brother.What made him even more confused was that before he got the answer, he was actually looking forward to it.What is he expecting?And why, after getting the answer, that expectation seemed to be in vain, and his heart was extremely heavy.What is he missing?

Picking up the paper on the table, the fire at the fingertips was burning, and the paper instantly turned into a ball of ashes.

Lu Qingyuan leaned against the back of the chair, raised his head, and closed his eyes tightly.

He loves senior brother, he loves senior brother, he will always only love senior brother, it is impossible for him to be tempted by someone who is somewhat similar to senior brother.Even if they may have treated each other differently, it may only be because that person looks like a senior brother.

Well, he really still loves his senior brother the most.

Lu Qingyuan got up and left the Miehui Palace, and went to the Que Palace, his sad face was replaced by a smile, and he had to smile if he didn't smile.

The candles in the hall were flickering, and the tea served was placed on the table intact, and the tea was left to cool.

I don't know whether it's because of a guilty conscience or a guilty conscience, Lu Qingyuan has been clinging to his senior brother these days, just accompanying him, but there is no more intimacy.Although he kept telling himself in his heart that this person was his senior brother, his beloved senior brother, it was only because of his injury that his senior brother was different from before.

But he still can't turn a blind eye to that kind of disharmony and strangeness, especially when the distance gets closer.

Taking a nap in the afternoon that day, Lu Qingyuan sat next to his senior brother, fanning him, and sometimes gently pinning the hair from his forehead to behind his ears.

That wisp of hair seemed to be particularly disobedient, always slipping onto her cheeks.Lu Qingyuan stretched out his hand to pin it to his ear again, but his brother suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward, causing him to fall on the bed.The senior brother took advantage of the situation and crawled over, pressed on him, and pillowed on his chest.

Lu Qingyuan frowned slightly, just smiled and patted his senior brother on the head, and said, "Sleeping like this is uncomfortable, senior brother will have nightmares."

The senior brother raised his head and looked at Lu Qingyuan, with the corners of his eyes drooping, and his long eyelashes flicking up and down, looking extraordinarily innocent and aggrieved.Without that hideous scar, she has regained her former beauty and gentleness, her every frown and smile is breathtaking.

It was originally like this.

He looked at Lu Qingyuan and blinked, his tone was a little displeased, but more of a grievance, he said: "You are avoiding me."

"how come!"

Feeling guilty and anxious, Lu Qingyuan stretched out his hand to caress his brother's head.

"Why would I hide from Senior Brother? Am I not with you every day? I want to be with you for the rest of my life."

"But you didn't hug me, let alone kiss me."

The senior brother moved closer, and his whole face fell into Lu Qingyuan's eyes.

"Even when I want to hug you, you always make excuses. You said, are you hiding from me?"

At this moment, Lu Qingyuan had nowhere to hide. He was under the scrutiny of his senior brother, just like a prisoner being tortured by a criminal officer.Even his breathing was out of rhythm, he blinked in a panic, and stretched out his arms to hug the senior brother who was pressing on him to comfort him.Wrapping him in his arms, he smiled covertly and said, "That's because I came back from the outside, and I have dust on my body. I don't want to dirty my brother."

The pale reason did not dispel the dissatisfaction of the people in front of him, the smile on Lu Qingyuan's face gradually dimmed, and he muttered aggrievedly: "I only want to be good for my brother, how can my brother think of me so much..."

The two looked at each other, and Lu Qingyuan swallowed as if facing an enemy.After a long moment, the senior brother finally let him go, lay on his chest, and said softly: "Okay, I was thinking too much. Where's my sensory instrument?"

"what?"

As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, Lu Qingyuan suddenly became nervous again.He remembered that he seemed to have given Ying Jue Yi to Mo Zhuang, and now it was really...

"You lost it?"

The senior brother raised his head to stare at Lu Qingyuan again, his tone became serious, with a hint of anger.

"No! Not lost!"

"What's the matter?"

The senior brother squinted his eyes halfway, examining the subtle emotions that flashed across Lu Qingyuan's face.

"Could it be that you gave it to someone else?"

"Not without!"

Lu Qingyuan's whole body seemed to be roasted on the fire. With a little force on his hands, he put his brother on the bed, and the two of them switched positions.

"I'll bring it over tomorrow, senior brother, go to sleep, I won't leave, I'll stay here with senior brother."

The senior brother took one last look at Lu Qingyuan and said nothing.

Early the next morning, Lu Qingyuan went straight to look for Shen Mengzhuang.

The door was pushed open with a "bang", and Shen Mengzhuang had just gotten up and was making the quilt.As soon as he turned around, he looked at Shang Lu Qingyuan's ashen face, as if he saw an enemy.

"What are you here for?"

Shen Mengzhuang put down the quilt in his hand, stood by the bed and watched Lu Qingyuan approach him, and asked him, "Where is Ying Jueyi?"

Puzzled but didn't think too much, Shen Mengzhuang walked to the table, opened the drawer and took out the Yingjue instrument.After taking it, Lu Qingyuan walked away without leaving a word to Shen Mengzhuang.

Suddenly realizing something, Shen Mengzhuang immediately rushed over and grabbed Lu Qingyuan, angrily said: "You must not give it to him!"

Lu Qingyuan turned around, looked down at Shen Mengzhuang, and asked, "Why?"

"Just not allowed."

Shen Mengzhuang was out of breath, the corners of his eyes were reddish, and there was a little soreness.

"I don't like you giving it to him."

Seeing Shen Mengzhuang's frowning and drooping eyes, as if he had been wronged, Lu Qingyuan became more and more upset, and said in a deep voice, "Who cares if you like it or not?"

Shen Mengzhuang held Lu Qingyuan's arm tightly, almost in a gesture of convincing him. He was angry and helpless, and asked: "You gave this to me, and it will be mine in the future. Why should I take it back to him? I don't want to give it to him." I like you to give him my things, but I don't like it!"

If Shen Mengzhuang could give in and show favor, Lu Qingyuan would actually be reluctant.But both of them are angry, it seems that if they don't hurt each other, they can't live.

Lu Qingyuan grabbed Shen Mengzhuang's wrist, approached him whole body, his eyes were sharp without any tenderness, and he said in a deep voice, "What right do you have to object?"

"Because I'm—"

Shen Mengzhuang was about to confess everything, the moment he told the truth, it seemed that there were hands tightly grasping his heart, as if it was about to be crushed with bare hands.The pain made him frown, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Lu Qingyuan narrowed his eyes to look at Shen Mengzhuang, and asked, "What is it?"

Shen Mengzhuang lowered his head and was silent again.He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, the pain seemed to remind him, warn him that he couldn't speak.

He was silent, clenched his teeth, and finally compromised in a very low voice: "It's nothing..."

The wrist was loosened, or rather, thrown away.

He looked at Lu Qingyuan's back, once again, unkind.

There was a deathly silence in the room.

Shen Mengzhuang lowered his head and covered his eyes with his hands.

What qualifications does he have?Everything he owns, now, is nothing more than returning to the original owner.