Blooming ruins

"Xiao Mo, the master has something to do and needs to go out for a few minutes."

"what?!"

He clearly promised to take himself to the temple fair the next day!

Although he was reluctant in his heart, Ji Moyu still reluctantly agreed, seeing Qin Yi busy up and down, finally couldn't help asking.

"Master, what are you going to do?

Qin Yi raised her head slightly, and was too busy to answer for a while, when everything was settled, Qin Yi also sat next to Ji Moyu, staring into his eyes and asked solemnly.

"Xiao Mo, do you want family members?"

"Family? I don't know..."

He doesn't know anything, but the memory is just hidden and will come to the surface one day.

"It's relatives, the kind that are related by blood."

Ji Moyu thought for a while, then nodded vigorously.Of course I want to!Sometimes it is so boring when the master leaves home by himself when he goes out, so with an older brother, wouldn’t it be possible to have more people to accompany him!Qin Yi stared at him for a long time, then rubbed his soft hair a few times.

"I see, let's go."

"Well! Goodbye, master! Come back early!"

Qin Yi cleaned up for a long time, in fact, she had been turning over the weapons in her hand all the time, so she left very quickly, put on the long sword and went out.

And Ji Moyu was led by Uncle Zhong to the temple fair.

I want family...

After walking for about an hour, Qin Yi got off her horse and stepped into the courtyard in front of her.When he stepped over the threshold, his right hand rested silently on the sword at his waist.

"Qin Yi, you are finally here."

The footsteps stopped at the door, and he didn't move forward, but the man blocked the way.

"She's dead, and that woman won't live long."

After a long silence, Qin Yi spoke

"I hope Xiaomo has a family."

"Oh? Well, all these years... I also want to do my duty as a brother."

Ten years ago, a woman knelt on the ground, holding a half-grown child in her arms, weeping uncontrollably. She looked at the boy in front of her, her eyes were full of pleading, "Xiaoyi, my husband is your master, and I can also be considered your master." My teacher's wife. Now... I can't escape with my child, please..."

He raised his hands one by one, cruelly cutting off the relationship between mother and child.

The young man in front of him was full of panic and did not dare to pick up the child.

"He...he is your aunt's child..."

"please"

"Just because he is a concubine? Is it strange for a man to have three wives and six concubines, but I know that the master is very dedicated, and I only have one wife, but not you."

Even though the tears blurred her cheeks, the woman who still couldn't hide her surprise looked at him with her head tilted as if she didn't understand.

"But... Xiao Xun is my child... We all have children..."

The woman's voice became smaller and smaller, revealing a faint lack of self-confidence.

"Master treats me like my own! I regard her as my own mother! But you are driving her crazy!"

"No! No! Damn that woman! Damn!"

Obviously he was insulting his dear relatives, but the boy just glanced at the mad woman, hesitated for a while, but finally bent down and picked up the unconscious young son in her arms.

paused when stepping out of the threshold

"Don't regret it if you leave the child in my hands."

"I'll kill you when he turns seventeen."

Full of tears, the woman fell down and sat down next to the elder son, stroking the child's frightened eyes with trembling hands, and wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Little Xun, don't be afraid...you will protect your mother when you grow up."

"Mother."

"Practice martial arts well, and you will surely avenge your mother in the future.

Seven years is enough

that year,

He was seventeen, and took him away when he was ten years old.

A difference

eventually become evil fate

Such bliss cannot last long.All happiness and fulfillment have changed since that person came.

That day, Ji Moyu was practicing calligraphy under the care of Uncle Zhong, and Qin Yi had just returned from outside.

"Little Mo?"

When the child heard about it, he immediately dropped the pen and paper and threw himself on Qin Yi.Qin Yi was the same as before, looking at him so tenderly, but there was a trace of unusual desolation in her eyes.Qin Yi took Ji Moyu's ink-stained hand, her fingers trembling slightly.

After being led into the courtyard, Ji Moyu saw behind him a man he had never seen before.The man looked about twenty.Wusi's sagging shoulders, green clothes are light and graceful, eyes are soft and watery, and the curvature of the mouth is also inexplicably familiar, making Ji Moyu feel a little palpitation, but unconsciously wants to take the initiative to contact.The man walked up to Ji Moyu, bent slightly, and said to him in an extremely gentle voice.

"My name is Ji Zhexun, your brother."

And Qin Yi, who was standing behind him, had quietly touched the scabbard around his waist. Looking at the two people who seemed to be alone, there was an imperceptible killing intent in his eyes.

That night, for the first time, Ji Moyu didn't hug his own pillow to find Qin Yi, but slept on the bed in his house with his brother who suddenly appeared.Ji Zhexun leaned against Ji Moyu's side.He said their parents had to leave because of an emergency.Because Ji Moyu was still too young at that time, he didn't want him to come into contact with the bloody rivers and lakes too early, so he was temporarily entrusted to Qin Yi.But on the way to be chased and killed by the enemy, his father died tragically, and his mother disappeared without a trace.

Ji Moyu looked at the man in front of him in disbelief, he didn't even blink his eyes for a long time, he just stared blankly, "Then why don't I have any memories of before I was seven years old..."

Ji Zhexun gently stroked the boy's soft hair, and smoothly tied a strand of blue silk behind his ear.

"I don't know about this, but actually this is the point. The story I told you just now has been beautified. The truth of everything, the memory of those seven years, you need to leave here to find your mother and ask him personally."

"leave?"

"Um"

But if you find your miserable mother, she can tell you nothing more.

After finishing speaking, he straightened up under Ji Moyu's puzzled gaze, and blew out the candlestick on the table, "That's it, go to sleep."

Even though the surroundings fell into the quiet darkness, the boy's heart could not be calm for a long time

leave?

That night, there were two sleepless people in Fuxuan Pavilion.There was an ignorant child in the room looking at the bright moon outside the window with his big eyes wide open, with complicated emotions, but there was a person standing outside the window, holding a dagger tightly in his hand and being on guard.

If anyone dared to hurt him, even his elder brother, I would definitely let him die without a place to bury him.

It's another year of cold winter, and the snow is falling outside the window

"Mo Yu, wake up"

Ji Moyu rubbed the "pillow" beside him, turned over and went back to sleep, Qin Yi burst out laughing when she saw him like this, it's been a long time since she saw him so cute that he didn't wake up.Immediately, his sadistic heart ignited, and he pinched his nose lightly. He couldn't breathe through his nose, so he could only open his mouth.

Hey, cover your mouth again

Ji Moyu grunted a few times in displeasure, buried his face in the pillow and continued to sleep

Qin Yi also smiled and looked at him helplessly, alas, there is no other way, just let him go.

There was a slight sound on the window edge behind him.

"Someone!"

Following Ji Moyu's sudden yell, Qin Yi immediately got up, saw a figure and threw out the hidden weapon in his sleeve.

With a muffled sound, Ji Zhexun entered the door pressing his injured arm.

"elder brother!"

Ji Moyu walked quickly to Ji Zhexun's side, and gently attached his hand to cover the bleeding wound on his right arm.Ji Zhexun looked at his expression that was about to cry but desperately endured, just felt funny and distressed, and pulled him into his arms.

"It's okay, I said I would protect you. Let's go see Daddy."

"But I don't remember..."

Ji Zhexun smiled more gently

"It's okay, I remember."

Ji Moyu lowered his head and thought for a while, and finally nodded.

Qin Yi didn't know when to leave.

"Well, okay. Brother, wait a while, I'll go find a bandage."

Before he finished speaking, he quickly turned over and got out of bed, and after a while, he took back the big and small bags, and the small hands were methodically bandaged with medicine. Ji Zhexun couldn't help being a little surprised, and touched his head with his hands.

"How did you do this?"

Ji Moyu replied with some pride

"The master taught by hand. In the past, the master would often go home with an injury, and I wrapped it for him."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to think of something again, lowered his head and did not speak.A layer of ice crystals had fallen on Qin Yi's shoulders outside the door, and the snow seeped into the black coat. When she was still thinking about whether to go in at the door, she heard the faint laughter inside.Although he couldn't hear clearly, he knew that the two got along very well. When he finally turned around, his clothes were fluttering, with a trace of aloofness and sternness that could not eat the fireworks of the world.The two walked to the cemetery together and stopped in front of a new tomb. Ji Zhexun led Ji Moyu and knelt in front of the tomb.

"Father, I brought Mo Yu to see you."

Ji Moyu stared blankly at the tomb in front of him, but there was no emotion in his eyes. He just bent down and wiped off the dust and snowflakes with his fingers, and stroked the inscription on the tombstone again and again.Ji Zhexun lowered his head slightly. For three years, that nightmarish night was still with him like a shadow, silently eating away at his soul in the dead of night.

He stood aside and saw his mother's humble supplication on the ground.

"Father, Mo Yu is here. I am living a good life now. I will help you avenge and let you rest in peace."

Ji Moyu said a little jerky, and bowed in front of the grave a few more times, and lit the paper.The silver-gray smoke was rolled up by the flames, Ji Moyu turned around, gently held Ji Zhexun's hand, and said in a low voice:

"Brother, tell me. Who killed Dad?"

"do not know"

"People cannot be resurrected after death. Only by taking care of yourself can you avenge them when you grow up"

Ji Zhexun paused

"You are still young, I don't want you to get involved too early."

Ji Moyu doesn't care about him at all

"I'm already fifteen! Don't always treat me like a child! I will avenge my father, and I will make him pay with blood!"

But his elder brother didn't answer any more, just looked at him, his eyes were full of pity and desolation that Ji Moyu still didn't understand.

"Well, in the twelfth lunar month of this year, I will propose to Qin Yi to let you leave, but it's not the time yet."

But Ji Moyu slightly pushed him away, his gaze was firm

"It's a word."

The two galloped back, and saw a figure standing in the snow from a distance.Just standing there, accompanied by the blowing wind and snow, the snowflakes fell on the snow clothes, melted into ice droplets and penetrated into the shiny black fur, like ink paintings.

Obviously beautiful and beautiful, but so lonely.

The two brothers walked in front of him, Qin Yi took a deep look at Ji Zhexun, leaned over slightly and hugged Ji Moyu into his arms, "Xiao Mo, I'm sorry"

The boy in his arms froze suddenly, why did he suddenly apologize to him?

Qin Yi didn't explain either, but straightened up and took off the cloak to keep out the cold and put it on him, looking at Ji Zhexun.

"Come and see me in the evening."

After that, he took Ji Moyu and left. There was still a person standing there just now, but it was different from the previous one.

There was a little smile in the corner of his eyes, as if he was conceited in planning a strategy.

That night, the candles in Qin Yi's house were lit all night.Qin Yi half-folded on the table, sipping the slipping wax without fear of pain.

"You can't hide it, don't wishful thinking. Since we have brother blood, he will definitely hate you."

Yeah, it's better to just let go and let him go.

But it's not that easy.