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After a long silence, Shen Mo opened his mouth slightly, stretched out his tongue and licked Xiao Yisheng's lips.

"Fell asleep?"

Xiao Yisheng left the silent lips, buried his cool cheeks against his neck and rubbed lightly, there was a hint of hoarseness in his voice, "No."

"Xiao Cheng is seriously injured." Mo Mo closed his eyes slightly, "Does your parents know about his smoking opium?"

"Who told you?" The slender eyes narrowed slightly, Xiao Yisheng stretched out his hand to hold Mo Mo in his arms: "Will you be blind and deaf?"

Shen Mo pulled up the quilt, only revealing a pair of eyes, he asked with a smile, "Don't you need to be dumb?"

"Sometimes we really need those who don't know what to say." Xiao Yisheng said meaningfully, then closed his eyes, "Go to sleep."

The night in late autumn was very cold, gusts of cold wind came in through the gaps in the window sills, the air in the room gradually became chilly, Mo Shen shrank under the blanket, he groped and put his hand into Xiao Yisheng's clothes, intending to get warm, Unexpectedly, the temperature under the palm is colder than the air outside.

Probably the whole house of the Xiao family looked a little gloomy, shrouded in darkness, and the backyard was so dilapidated that there were not even a single bird.

And there are not many families in the whole alley, just scattered, and when it gets dark, walking alone in the alley, you can hear your own footsteps and heartbeat.

Silence remembered the shadow he saw outside the window, and the hairs all over his body stood up again.

He used to be a materialist, but since the emergence of weird systems, unscientific tasks, and traveling from one world to another, it's hard to say...

After a while, a muffled voice said, "I'll sleep over there."

Xiao Yisheng held down the restless boy, his voice was very soft, and it was even more feminine at night, "I said that my disease is not contagious."

"That's not the problem." He came out of the bed silently and quickly, "You are too cold."

Borrowing the thin moonlight outside the window, Xiao Yisheng watched the boy crawl to the other side, he raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to grab the other's arm, "Come back."

Silence was pulled back, lying on Xiao Yisheng's body, the body temperature transmitted through the clothes was no longer cool, but a gradually clear warmth.

The corner of his mouth twitched. It was a refrigerator a moment ago, but now it has become a little sun. Sure enough, 111 did not tell him some key things.

Seeing that the boy was about to get off him, Xiao Yisheng stretched out his arms and hugged him, "Just hug him like this."

Shen Mo yawned, adjusted his posture, buried his face in his shoulder socket, and soon fell asleep.

The next morning, a thick fog enveloped Qinghe Town, and the temperature dropped even lower. The servants in the mansion were busy cleaning the courtyard, wiping the tables, chairs and benches, silently hunched their shoulders and leaned against Xiao Yisheng, taking advantage of the opportunity to pat him on the back to keep warm. Chunni, the maid from the Shen family, is counting the gifts that she should bring when she returns home.

"Second young master, everything is complete."

"En." Shen Mo made a voice without much emotion from his nasal cavity, and he helped Xiao Yisheng, who was coughing non-stop, into the carriage.

The car is spacious, with brocade quilts on the soft couch, sitting silently on it, with his back leaning against the sedan chair, and his feet on Xiao Yisheng's lap. He ate a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake from the trays of dim sum placed in the small cupboard on the left. He said, "My father likes to play chess, you can accompany him to the next game. My aunt believes in Buddhism and she chanted scriptures in the Buddhist hall all day, so she probably wouldn't come out. As for Erniang, don't take anything she says seriously."

Xiao Yisheng didn't respond, but lifted the curtain of the car to look at the servant driving outside, he put his fist to his lips and coughed softly.

The boy driving the car turned his head and glanced at the curtain, his eyes flickered.

Shen Mo saw Xiao Yisheng coughing badly, he didn't understand what this man was waiting for, or how long did he want to play cat and mouse?

Passing through the intricate alleys and passing the main road in the north of the town, a mansion near the Yangliu River is the Shen family, one of the several rice shops in the town.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of Shen's residence, but the gate was closed tightly. The servant ran to knock on the door, but no one came to answer. He rushed to the carriage and shouted, "Third Young Master, Third Young Mistress, there is no one in this mansion."

Shen Mo jumped out of the carriage and walked over to pull the iron ring on the door. Standing at the door and blowing the cold wind for a while, he returned to the carriage with a calm expression and ordered Chuni to take down the gift and let her wait here.

Xiao Yisheng in the car raised his eyes, looked at the young man, his eyes were faint, if you look carefully, in those slender eyes, the emotion of inquiry welled up little by little, but it seemed that the brakes were pulled down, and they retreated in an instant.

"Probably went out to work."

Go out to do errands and even leave the whole mansion?It was ridiculous for him to be silent, but he couldn't laugh. The mother of the owner of this body was an actress. Shen Liang met him when he was doing business in other places.

That woman waited all her life for Shen Liang, until she died, but she didn't wait for Shen Liang.

It is said that actors are ruthless, but they don't know that they can also be infatuated.

Passing the tea on the small table in front of him to the boy, Xiao Yisheng covered his mouth and coughed a few times, and asked the boy to drive away.

Back at Xiao's Mansion, there was rain falling from the sky, Shen Mo and Xiao Yisheng went to the study to explain what happened to Xiao Qiming, Xiao Qiming let Shen Mo stay.

Xiao Qiming took a sip of tea and asked casually, "Xiao Mo, can you read the account books?"

"Father, I don't understand what you said." Silence suppressed the surprise in his heart, revealing the bewilderment and curiosity that should be expected at this age.

Xiao Qiming looked at him meaningfully for a long time, "I'm going to go to the medicine hall in a few days, and then you can go with dad."

"Okay." Nodding silently, he began to think about the intention of Xiao Qiming's actions.

With his fingers on the table, Xiao Qiming quietly looked at the young man opposite him, with approval and uncertainty in his eyes, but firmness settled in the end, and he said, "Don't worry about the rumors outside, you and Sheng'er should live a good life in the future .”

The illusion of dying words suddenly appeared, silently pursed his lips, "I will."

As if a little tired, Xiao Qiming frowned, waved the boy away, but suddenly said, "Xiao Mo, remember what dad said."

Silent hummed, he noticed that there was something in Xiao Qiming's words a few times, he didn't say it directly, but beat around the bush, as if there was something unspeakable.

Looking up at the dark cloud-covered sky, the rain has become heavier at some point, and it seems that the storm is approaching.

In a room in Xiyuan, Wu Ma whispered something in Su Yue'e's ear, and immediately saw Su Yue'e's face turned pale, as disgusting as eating a fly.

Suddenly a dazzling flash of lightning flashed outside the house, followed by a muffled thunder explosion, and the violent wind and rain roared. The expression on Su Yue'e's face was distorted.

"Cut all that bitch's fingers off."

The heavy rain came suddenly, Shen Mo took off his shoes and lay down on the kang, looking at the man sitting at the desk drawing: "Don't you ask what daddy told me?"

"I'm waiting for you to say." The brush was stained with some ink, and the arm tapped down steadily, Xiao Yisheng twitched the corner of his mouth.

Shen Mo stared at his soft side face, "Father let us live a good life."

"Yeah." Xiao Yisheng put down his pen, coughed, and dried the ink on it. He waved to Shen Mo, "Come here."

A gleam of light flashed in the black eyes, as if something was brewing, silently opened his arms, did not speak, and looked at Xiao Yisheng fixedly.

Xiao Yisheng raised his eyebrows, walked over to pick him up, and walked to the desk with ease.

Looking at the young man in the painting, a look of amazement appeared in Mo Mo's eyes, whether it was the similarity of appearance or the smoothness of the brushwork, they were perfectly grasped.

He picked up the brush, dipped the ink into the inkstone a few times, took a deep breath, and wrote two lines of poems in the blank space.

His eyes fell on the two lines of the poem, Xiao Yisheng closed his eyes, and his voice was a bit cold, "Who are you?"

"You're pretending to be sick." Shen Mo didn't answer, and moved closer, almost touching his face, and said a few words lightly.

The atmosphere in front of the desk changed obviously. The painting on it was still not completely dry. The two looked at each other. After an unknown amount of time, the silence turned to the beginning, and the eyes were a little dry.

Some things do not say, equal to the default.

Xiao Yisheng said slowly, "No matter who you are, you are now the third young lady of the Xiao family."

"I'll take this painting." Shen Mo raised Xiao Yisheng's jaw, squeezed it provocatively, and kissed him on the lips.

The slender eyes were slightly raised, and the corners of the mouth were also curved in the same arc. Xiao Yisheng smiled lightly, "It's as long as Madam likes it."

Shen Mo lowered his eyes, he knew that this man didn't trust him at all, he was not good at playing tricks, but luckily his little friend 111 could help him sometimes.

Ever since that weird communication, Shen Mo and Xiao Yisheng still shared the same bed, and no one could guess what the other was thinking. He lived a leisurely life every day, followed Xiao Qiming to the medicine hall, and also participated in the meeting at the request of the other party. Some financial management.

And this incident set off a storm in the Xiao family, and the buried darkness also surfaced little by little.

Xiao Ning's tone was a bit cold: "Father, are you going to let Xiao Mo enter the medicine hall?"

"It's always good to learn more." Xiao Qiming didn't look up, "Xiao Mo is willing to work hard, and he is very talented in bookkeeping."

"Look, it took him less than half a day to sort out the accounts of the last few months, and also marked the loss part."

Shocked by the young man's subtle insights, Xiao Ning tightened her grip on the account book.

Sitting in the room and looking at the account books, the silence was sure that Xiao Qiming's purpose of letting him enter the medicine hall was not simple, but he didn't know that he was sent into the coming bloody storm by Xiao Qiming's own hands.

Outside the window was fluttering goose feathers and heavy snow, and the wind was blowing on the window lattice, making a whirring sound.

Today is the winter solstice, the house is busy, Su Yuee went out to burn incense, and before leaving, she sent someone to bring Xiao He to his side.

Since the beginning of winter, Xiao Yisheng's condition has worsened day by day, coughing so loudly every night that even the servants passing by are terrified, people in the town begin to believe that the third young master of the Xiao family will not survive this winter.

During the period, the Shen family sent someone to pass on a message, saying that something happened at home, and he hoped to go back silently. He didn't go, thinking about going after the snow stopped. Someone protected him well.

Shen Mo put down the account book, rubbed his forehead, saw Xiao He's back was facing him, motionless, he walked over and changed his voice softly: "Second brother?"

"Secretly tell you, it's not water..." Slowly turning his head, his dull eyes swept across the void, Xiao He pointed to the teacup in front of him, and said in a strangely low voice, "It's blood."

After the silence, his face twitched slightly, and his back felt a little cool. He saw Xiao He suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, the bright red color smeared in the teacup, and the clear tea gradually became cloudy.

With a smile on his face, as if his muscles were forcibly pulled up, the blood in Xiao He's mouth gushed out, dripping down his chin into the tea, he stared at the teacup with empty eyes, "Look, it's red, okay Very red blood."

Mo Mo's eyes were calm, but his fingertips gradually became cold inexplicably.