Seven's secret

Murong Qing walked through the dark courtyard and slowly walked towards the courtyard where he lived.

At this time, everyone in the old house went back to rest. There was no one in the yard, and everything was quiet.Murong Qing had the illusion that he was actually walking in an empty house.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the whole place is as clear as washing.

A faint smell of tobacco diffused in the air, Murong paused his footsteps lightly, and when he raised his head, he happened to see something shaking under the gazebo not far away.

Murong Qing's body froze slightly, he didn't expect that there were still people staying in the yard at this time.

A figure was leaning against the vermilion pillars of the gazebo, lazily reaching out to flick the butt of a burning cigarette in his hand.His whole body was shrouded in the thick shadow under the gazebo, Murong Qing couldn't see his facial features clearly, but that subtle and familiar aura had spread silently in the still night.

The man turned his head towards his direction, and lazily said in a sigh-like tone, "Long time no see, Xiao Qi."

"So it's... Young Master Jin." Murong lowered his eyes lightly, and withdrew the slight self-mockery in his eyes, "It's so late, Young Master Jin hasn't rested yet?"

Murong Jin let out a sigh of relief, "I can't sleep. I think of some past things..."

Murong lightly clenched the hand hanging beside him unconsciously, "Then don't disturb Master Jin's pleasure of admiring the moon."

"Xiao Qi!" Murong Jin stood up straight, "Wait a minute!"

Murong raised his eyes lightly, his face glowed with a layer of cold light under the bright moonlight, like a piece of lifeless ancient jade, cold and alluring.

Murong Jin walked around the pillars slowly, with a trance look in his eyes.Murong Qing smelled the approaching alcohol smell in the air, and frowned slightly, but she knew in her heart that Murong Jin would have such an abnormal behavior. It's not like he hasn't come back before, and when he saw Murong Qing, he pretended not to see it. ?

Murong Jin stopped four or five steps away from him.He knew that this was the limit Murong Qing could bear, if he took another step closer, the young man in front of him would probably turn around and run away.

Murong Jin took a breath, with deep emotions in his eyes, "These years... are you okay?"

Murong smiled abruptly, "Okay, doesn't Young Master Jin know? It's thanks to Young Master Jin that he can serve by the old man's side."

Murong Jin was dumbfounded.

Murong endured it lightly, but still couldn't hold back and took a step back.Even such a distance still made him feel unbearable.Murong Jin noticed his actions, and his eyes sank slightly.

"Little Seven..."

Murong Qing looked back at him indifferently, "Is there something else, Young Master Jin?"

Murong Jin looked at him hesitantly, and asked hesitantly: "Grandpa treats you... he treats you..."

Something flashed in Murong Qing's eyes very quickly, like a ray of light reflected on the ice surface, and then spread out quickly, and a sneer and boredom that was too thick to dissolve floated in the fine ripples, "Master What do you want to ask?"

"I just want to..." Murong Jin didn't know what to say, raised his hand and wiped his face, his eyes were tangled up like some kind of pain, "I want to know how Grandpa treats you..."

"That's what you think." Murong Qing interrupted him, with an indifferent expression, as if he was talking about other people's affairs, "Isn't that why you pushed me in front of the old man back then?"

Murong Jin's face changed slightly, "But I heard that he has long...I thought..."

"Have been poisoned by a woman long ago?" Murong sneered lightly, "Does the young master think that if this rumor is true, what you have done can be justified?"

Murong Jin remained silent.

Murong lightly clenched his fists, the veins on his forehead twitched.At this moment, he needed to use all his strength to restrain himself from smashing his fist into his face.This restraint was so difficult that all the muscles in his body began to tremble slightly.

Murong Jin sighed dejectedly, "Yes. I thought it wouldn't matter if you stayed by his side if he didn't lift... At that time, I had no other choice. My father was gone, and no one at home took me seriously. What happened, Grandpa didn't even look at me..."

There was a fishy and sweet taste in Murong Qing's mouth.

"What do you think?" Murong moved his mouth lightly, feeling an urge to laugh, "What do you know? You don't know that a man is just a man. But a man who doesn't move is a real devil. "

Murong Jin looked at him dully, "What did you say?"

Murong Qing took two steps back, and suddenly felt that it was silly to talk nonsense to him here.

Having endured it for so long, he will never let anything disrupt his steps at this juncture.What's more, what if you kill him?The things that have happened will not change under any circumstances.He also didn't believe that Murong Jin would have any uneasiness of conscience. It had been almost seven years since that incident, would he have uneasiness of conscience every day?

Don't be funny, it's just because I just came back to the old house, I was a little drunk, and I happened to bump into Murong Qing, so I was a little touched by the scene.

His so-called unease of conscience is not worth the money.

"Master, rest well." Murong Qing took a step back, turned and left.

Murong Jin stood where he was and watched him leave, his eyes dim.

Murong Qing originally thought that upon hearing the news that Murong He was dying, he might not be able to sleep tonight.He was too deeply involved with the Murong family, and the relationship between him and him could not be summed up with pure love or hatred.However, the unexpected encounter with Murong Jin seemed to overdraw his too much energy, so that he had no time to feel sad about those lost memories, so he lay down on the bed and fell into a drowsy sleep.

The next morning, before he woke up, he felt something fluffy brushing his nose. Murong sneezed twice, opened his eyes in a daze, and saw the string of broken porcelain hanging on the old-fashioned bed frame. The wind chimes strung together made the whole person tremble and jumped up from the bed.

Something fell down his shoulder, and Meow screamed.

Murong lowered his head and took a look, and suddenly became furious, "I've told you many times! Don't enter the room! Don't go to bed! Get out!"

A glossy black cat flung itself across the pillow, seemingly still recovering.

Murong lightly saw it lying still, frowned and stretched out his hand to pick it up.

The black cat blinked its pale green cat eyes, and looked at him pitifully, "Xiaoqi, if I say it's raining outside, can you take me in your room for a while?"

Murong looked lightly at the bright morning light on the curtains, then at the cute bastard who was lying under his blanket and blinking desperately, and said dully: "You probably went to the wrong time-space portal. It didn't rain on our earth today."

Black Cat, "...Actually, my leg was injured. Really."

The veins on Murong Qing's forehead twitched, did this guy treat him like a fool?

"If your leg is injured, you need to use a splint, or it will become crooked." Murong made a gesture to remove the bench, "I'll put it on for you right now."

The black cat looked at the bench legs, which were thicker than its cat legs, and asked tentatively, "Then... can I sleep in your room with a splint?"

"Impossible." Murong looked at it with a blank face, "I'll take you to Xiaoliu for an injection if you put a splint on it."

The black cat licked its lips regretfully, "Forget it."

"Not lame anymore?"

The black cat snorted, "You are such a sympathetic fellow, Xiao Qi, it's wrong to be so cold-blooded!"

Murong Qing didn't bother to take care of it, so she got up to wash herself.The black cat sauntered into the bathroom, and lazily lay down on the soft cushion at the door, "Xiao Qi, who was that man who talked to you last night? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Murong Qing had just stood under the shower, when she heard this sentence, her hand holding the faucet shook, and cold water poured down her head.Murong jumped away with a soft hiss, and frantically turned the faucet to the other side.

The black cat lying at the door was also startled, and quickly hid back to avoid being splashed by water droplets.

The room Murong Qing lives in is not big, and the bathroom is even smaller, and there is no separate bathroom, and usually a shower curtain is drawn when taking a shower, so as not to splash the washing machine in the corner.This washing machine is a second-hand product that was discarded by someone in some courtyard. There are already rust spots on the corners and corners, but it is still usable, so Murong Qing didn't bother to change it.Besides, he never thought of living here forever, and he didn't care if things were good or not.

The black cat said again: "After you left last night, that man sat there and drank a lot of wine."

Murong Qing's hands froze in mid-air.