Seven's secret

"Xiaoqi, aren't we two good buddies? If you have anything to do, who can you turn to? Do me a favor, come, go this way..."

"Xiaoqi, we will always be good friends. If I do something to you...something bad, will you forgive me?"

"Grandpa, this is Xiao Qi... Xiao Qi from the fourth uncle's family... Doesn't it look good?"

"Xiaoqi, since grandpa values ​​you so much, you should stay with grandpa. How many people want to stay with grandpa and grandpa doesn't want it. Don't be confused. Think about your little six. We are good buddies, How could I hurt you?"

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"Xiao Qi, come and sit on Grandpa's lap...you are such a good boy... I will live with Grandpa from now on."

"Xiaoqi doesn't want to be with grandpa? Isn't it good here? It's just the two of us, no one will bother you..."

"Without Grandpa's consent, Xiao Qi can't go anywhere. Grandpa has already promised to let your brother go to the town to learn crafts from Lao Liu. If you don't obey, I'll have someone bring Xiao Liu back!"

"Come here! Don't cry! Lick this place clean!"

"Go out? Where does Xiao Qi want to go? Isn't it good to stay here with Grandpa?"

"I'll leave these things to you, Xiaoqi. You're too old, and people outside will gossip if you don't do anything."

"Xiao Qi, the manager of the branch office called to praise you and said that you did a good job. Grandpa wants to give you some rewards. Come, come here, come to Grandpa..."

"Little Seven..."

"Little Seven..."

"Little Seven!"

Murong Qing was brought back to his senses by a moderate roar.Different from those soft tones with unknown meanings, his master always called him in a fiery tone, even a bit rude, but Murong Qing's ears felt a sense of reassurance, as if the floating consciousness suddenly disappeared. back to reality.

Murong calmed down lightly, "Master, are you calling me?"

Uncle Mao glared at him, "I've been calling you for a long time, what are you thinking?"

Murong smiled awkwardly, "It's nothing."

When he arrived at Pinsong Hall early in the morning, the entire Murong family had gathered in the yard of the main house, chatting together in small groups.Murong glanced at them lightly and roughly, and felt that the number of people was more than that of the New Year's ancestor worship. Even his nominal parents who didn't come to the main hall easily appeared, followed by their spoiled precious son.And Murong Jin, he also came, leaning close to the main hall, smoking a cigarette with his head down.His powerful mother stood beside him, frowning, with a slightly impatient look on her face.Since Murong Jin's father passed away, she rarely showed up in front of everyone.Murong Qing couldn't remember what she looked like, but when he saw her now, he realized that she was really old.He could see the two deep nasolabial folds on her face halfway across the yard.

Seeing this posture, Murong Qing knew that Murong He might not survive today.This old man, who has occupied the throne of Patriarch Murong for more than 30 years, has finally become weaker and weaker under the explicit or covert coveting of the coveted juniors.Murong Qing watched the people in the yard sneaking glances at the main hall from time to time, and couldn't help feeling a kind of disdain in his heart.Murong He may not be a good guy, but when it comes to business minds and means, no one here can match him.

Uncle Mao slapped Murong Qing on the head, "Uncle Shitou let you in, have you not answered what the old man told you?"

Murong raised his head lightly, and sure enough he saw the butler, Uncle Shitou, standing at the door of the main room and waving at him.Murong Qing ignored the people with different looks all over the courtyard, and hurried over. Before he could exchange greetings with Uncle Shitou, he was pushed on the back by Uncle Shitou, and rushed into the room involuntarily. middle.

The old-style carved wooden door closed behind him, and the world in front of him suddenly darkened.

Murong Qing's heart skipped a beat, and those deep-rooted fears about this room rushed up one after another.Murong Qing was a little breathless, and his hands and feet became cold.

There was a hoarse coughing sound from the depths of the room.

Murong Qing took a deep breath and walked towards the bedroom.The door was pushed open before reaching the front, and a nurse came out with a tray, nodded at him, and signaled him to go in.

The room probably hasn't been ventilated for a long time, and the strong smell of medicine is mixed with an inexplicable smell, making it suffocating.Murong He was lying on the big bed with carved wooden pillars, he looked even thinner after not seeing him for a few days.But the person is awake, and his expression looks clear.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Murong He asked without looking back: "Are they all outside?"

"Yes." Murong Qing didn't dare to look directly at his sallow and withered face, her eyes fell on his neck, and then she thought about the time he forced herself to kiss his Adam's apple, a feeling of nausea appeared in her chest, she lowered her eyes to cover her face. I stopped my line of sight.

Murong He was silent for a while, "Did you bring the things back?"

Murong Qing took out a wooden box from his backpack, gently opened it for him to have a look.Seeing him chin slightly, he closed the lid and placed it beside his pillow.Inside are a few pieces of Tian Huang collected by Murong He in his early years, which have been kept in a bank safe in Binhai.This safe is considered to be Murong He's private house, and now even this thing has been taken out, it seems that he himself knows that his physical condition is not optimistic.

Murong He's eyes turned around on Murong Qingguangjie's face, "Where are the other things in the safe?"

Murong Qing handed over the detailed statement signed and stamped by the bank staff, and Murong He stared at it laboriously, before heaving a long sigh, "I didn't see anything in the world in the early years, I thought these were good things, but now I find out, But mere."

Murong Qing suppressed it and remained silent.He had seen the old man's private room, so he naturally knew what was inside. Among other things, the pair of Yongzheng pastel flower and bird pots alone would cost at least six figures at the auction.He knew that Murong He was struggling with the fact that he was going to die right now, even if the national treasure was placed in front of him, it would be nothing to him.

Murong He heaved a long sigh, "Give this list to Jin'er when you go out."

Murong Qing knew that the next Patriarch was Murong Jin.He can also be regarded as Murong He's confidant, and it is normal to be entrusted with such an errand.So he nodded, "I see, old man."

Murong He looked at him slightly distractedly, and asked abruptly, "You've been with me for so many years...do you hate me?"

Murong pursed the corners of his mouth lightly, barely suppressing the surging hatred in his heart.Murong He is about to die, but he is not dead yet.As long as he is not dead, it is possible to hurt his brother and his plans for the future.He has endured it for so long, there is no reason why he can't bear it now.

"If the old man hadn't nodded his head, my brother wouldn't be able to leave the old house. He has been living a good life in the town, and he even learned a craft from Grandpa Liu. It is also thanks to the old man that Xiaoqi can learn from Uncle Mao." He didn't He said he hated it or not, but he believed that Murong He understood what he meant.He only has Murong Lu as a family member, and in order to protect him, he is worth it no matter what.

The light in Murong He's eyes dimmed.He coughed twice, groping as if to sit up.Xiao Qi quickly reached out to support his shoulder, and added a soft pillow behind his neck.Murong He grabbed Murong Qing's hand, held it in his palm and rubbed it lightly.He has always known that the child's hands are very good-looking, the hands are not big, the fingers are slender and graceful, and every detail is perfect without any flaws.

These are the most beautiful hands Murong He has ever seen.

Murong froze slightly, but did not struggle.

Murong He seemed satisfied with his reaction, a faint smile appeared on his old face.He raised his head with difficulty and looked at Murong Qing's face.The child was placed with him when he was less than 15 years old. Seven or eight years later, he watched it every day, but he still felt that he didn't see enough.

"Little Seven..."

Murong Qing met his cloudy eyes, and felt slightly dazed.He had fantasized about his deathbed countless times, and now his fantasies were about to come true, but the expected ease and joy did not appear in his heart.

Murong lowered his eyelids lightly, avoiding his gaze, "Do you... want some water?"

Murong He didn't hear his words, but he saw his lips opening and closing, the light-colored lips glowed seductively in the dark room, making people feel the urge to ravage.He made a swallowing movement with difficulty, and the familiar fire of desire began to rush in his blood again, and because he couldn't do anything, it became more and more maddening.His body was disabled more than ten years ago.Because the women around him competed for favor, they secretly gave him the wrong dose of medicine.But in the past, he could move his limbs and do something, but now he can't even raise his hand.

Murong He let go of his hand dejectedly.

Murong Qing felt relieved, and looked at him slightly surprised.His pupils are a crystal clear tea-brown color, and when he looks at people, his expression is cold, as if covered with a thin layer of frost.

"Xiaoqi, I've never seen you smile..."

Murong He suddenly felt a little regretful.In his memory, other than fear and pleading, the child had nothing but collapse and cry as he struggled desperately but could not escape.But in front of outsiders, he always has this kind of dull and indifferent look, like a lifeless wandering soul.

The kid never seemed happy.

Murong lowered his eyes lightly, he didn't know how to answer such a question.His memory of more than 20 years is like a foul-smelling pond of mud. Apart from having a caring brother like Xiao Liu, the only thing that can be seen is the fact that he worshiped Uncle Mao as his teacher.What is there to laugh at?

Murong He motioned him to open the drawer of the bedside table, there were several boxes in the drawer, and a white envelope lay on the top.Murong Qing picked up the envelope and handed it to him, but Murong He shook his head, "This is for you, keep it."

Inside the envelope is a bank card.

Murong looked at it lightly, for a moment he really didn't know how to react.

"Go and call them in." Murong He closed his eyes as if he was extremely tired, "I will explain clearly to them, from now on you will have nothing to do with Murong's family. You can go wherever you want."

"No one will threaten you with your brother."

"You are free, Xiaoqi."

【Volume [-] Sixty Seven】