Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

In the middle, there were some memories that were not smooth, looking a little messy, Mo Yun was looking for the figure of the white dough all the time, and when he found it, he squatted in front of him, trying to see if he could hug him.

Unfortunately not.

Another day, I saw him squatting in the corner of the Ye Mansion holding the plain white umbrella, counting the ants on the ground in the drizzle, inadvertently, he was startled by a cicada falling from the tree, He froze in place, not daring to move.

When he regained his strength, he stared at the turquoise cicada on the ground without moving his eyes. Seeing it fluttering its wings, the child took a step forward cautiously, put away the umbrella against the drizzle, and held it with his hand. He touched the tip of the umbrella, but the cicada jumped directly onto his clothes, scaring the young master so much that he jumped three feet high.

Mo Yun wanted to help him get rid of it, but he couldn't touch this person no matter what, he was so depressed that he wanted to kill himself.

In the end, Bai Dianzi went to Luo Zhu with a mournful face, and wanted to show her the bug that was on his clothes, but when he got there, he found that the cicada had already disappeared in his running and jumping.

He frowned and turned around with his head down, he was so dizzy that he couldn't find the cicada.

Luo Zhu squatted beside him, grabbed the white dough that was still circling, "Young master is looking for me, what's wrong?"

Probably because he couldn't find the cicada, and the white dough didn't know what to do, so he raised his head and smiled softly, took the umbrella and left.

But after walking a few steps, I heard Luo Zhu whispering behind me: "Young master, why don't you like to talk these days?"

The child paused, grasped the umbrella in his hand, and quickened his pace.

Mo Yun followed behind him, watching his childhood master walking faster and faster in front of him, without looking at the road, he walked recklessly, seeing a small step ahead, he subconsciously wanted to bring the master back, but Caught empty.

As expected, Bai Dianzi tripped over the small steps, and fell forward unsteadily. Although Mo Yun reacted quickly, he still couldn't catch the person, his body seemed like a phantom, he passed directly through the child, and fell to his knees. on the ground.

He didn't get it.

Turning around suddenly, the person he wanted to catch had already got up by himself, staring at the scratched palms in a daze, then slowly wiped the dust from his hands on the hem of his clothes, and continued to move forward in silence.

Luo Zhu quickly caught up. She took her young master's hand, treated the scratches on it, and said: "Master, you should watch the road when you walk."

The child nodded and smiled.

He was born fair, and the smile on his face was like pink and white peach blossoms blooming on the branches, and the sky shone down, casting colors in the pair of black and purple pupils.

Luo Zhu knelt down to look at him at the same level, propped his face, and suddenly said: "Has the young master been bullied recently?"

The child shook his head quickly.

"Master." Luo Zhu stared at him, and took out his master to show him power, "Didn't Master teach you not to lie?"

Hearing the words, the white dough standing on the ground lowered his head restlessly, and then shook his head slowly.

Seeing him like this, Luo Zhu wanted to say something again to pry the young master's mouth open, but a woman in Tsing Yi came from a distance and took the child's hand, cast her a calm look, lowered her head and smiled at the child.

"Why did Chen'er hide here? My mother can't find it."

Seeing her coming, Luo Zhu got up and saluted, "Ma'am."

"En." Mu Qiong responded casually, leading the child to another direction, but her steps were too big, and the child was staggered a few steps by her, and she still didn't forget to turn her head and wave to Luo Zhu, probably to say goodbye .

Mo Yun got up from the ground just now, and hurriedly followed.

Mu Qiong brought the child into the room, sat on the table by herself, took a fruit and began to peel it, pressing her white fingers on the cold dagger, she smiled slightly.

There was no panic in Mo Yun's heart, his eyes fell on the child who was standing obediently beside him, his breathing seemed to be suppressed, and every tiny movement made him a little suffocated.

He always feels depressed.

"Come here." Mu Qiong's voice sounded, and Mo Yun subconsciously pulled Zhizi's hand, obviously missed so many times, knowing that it was impossible to catch it, but still had a little bit of luck——

What if he could be taken away this time?

But I still couldn't even touch it, a deep sense of powerlessness came from the bottom of my heart, and wherever my eyes went, there were childish figures.

Mu Qiong handed the peeled fruit to the child who walked in front of him, met his hesitant eyes, and chuckled softly: "Chen'er doesn't want it?"

The fruit in her hand is white and plump, with a hint of sweetness, seeing that the child has been afraid to take it, Mu Qiong tilted her head, "It's for Chen'er, if you don't want it, I won't cut it for you next time. "

It is a child's instinct to yearn for mother's love. As soon as Mu Qiong finished speaking, the child over there took it with both hands and opened his mouth to take a bite.

Mu Qiong said again: "Does Chen'er want to speak?"

The child raised his head, chewed slowly, looked apprehensive, and nodded cautiously.

"Huh?" Mu Qiong dragged out a long ending sound, and looked at him sideways. In an instant, the child seemed to be frightened, and hurriedly shook his head, turning his head into a rattle.

Mu Qiong smiled very softly, stared at the fruit in his hand, and said slowly: "Eat it quickly, mother will let Chen'er talk."

The window over there was not closed, and suddenly a gust of wind blew up the silk gauze that fell in front of the window, like smoke and clouds.

The woman just sat quietly like this, her green clothes were like a green forest, outlining her graceful figure, her fingers tapped on the edge of the table one after another, her slightly raised misty and rainy peach blossom eyes fixedly watched standing in front of her, carefully gnawing on the fruit child.

This child was born beautiful since he was a child, with thick and slender eyelashes, and the unique purple pupil that followed his father. Every time he sees him, he smiles like a flower, and many neighbors in the neighborhood love him very much.

She looked at her child, and tapped him on the forehead in a gentle, intimate manner.

"Don't eat with your mouth full."

The child raised his head and suddenly smiled.

He always laughs.

The fruit was gnawed into a core, the child held it in his hand and wanted to throw it away, but because of Mu Qiong's presence, he didn't dare to move.

Mu Qiongzhi smiled happily, "Don't you want to eat?"

The child paused, looked down at the fruit core in his hand, then raised his eyes to look at his mother, lowered his head cautiously and took a bite of the fruit core, but nothing came off.

Mu Qiong suddenly stretched out his hand, put it on his shoulder, and opened his mouth to speak, when there was a knock on the door of the house, Ye Lichuan opened the door and walked in, went straight to the child and knelt down, with a slightly worried expression on his face. He checked it out.

Seeing that it was him who came, Mu Qiong had a strange expression, then suppressed the strange emotions on his face, and said, "Why did you come back so early?"

"There was an error in the system, and the calculation of the missing plane was wrong. There is no need to repair it where I went."

After Ye Lichuan answered her question, a worried expression appeared on his face again, "I heard from Luo Zhu that Chen'er hasn't spoken for a long time, and I don't know why, and the gap in the plane is not so serious. Let’s stay at home and take care of Chen’er.”

Hearing this, Mu Qiong inadvertently pressed her fingers on the fruit-peeling knife, and nodded with a smile, "Well, you are responsible for cutting off the affairs of the plane, thanks for your hard work."

Ye Lichuan looked at the child, his brows and eyes suddenly warmed up, and then he hugged him into his arms, suddenly noticed the middle fruit core he was holding in his hand, and said in a warm voice: "Throw it away, I can't eat it anymore."

The child looked back at Mu Qiong, but he didn't lose it.

Mu Qiong lowered her eyelids, "Yes, Chen'er, you lost it a long time ago, but you don't want to lose it."

As she said this, she stood up and wanted to take the child back, but Ye Lichuan dodged away, with a hint of teasing in her words, "Every time I come back, you don't let me hold Chen'er, this time I will."

Mu Qiong looked at him and sighed, as if a very faint brilliance entered the child's body, "Okay."

After another period of chaotic memory, I arrived at another scene.

The child was sitting on the bed, covered with a quilt, and still could not make a sound from his throat. Mu Qiong was sitting by the bed, holding a knife in his hand, and carefully wiping it with a veil.

As if aware that he was awake, Mu Qiong glanced at him lightly, and the cold knife in his hand was suddenly pressed against the child's face, causing his eyes to widen in fright.

"Tsk." Mu Qiong seemed a little disgusted, took the knife back, and continued to wipe it.

The child opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't make any sound, so he could only lower his head helplessly.

"Speak." Mu Qiong tapped on his forehead, releasing the force that sealed his voice, "Say what you want to say now, there will be no chance in the future."

Her voice was so cold that the child on the bed shrank involuntarily, and then said in a voice that was already hoarse after not speaking for a long time: "I didn't tell Dad."

Mu Qiong cast him a cold look, "But Luo Zhu seems to know something."

"No, no." He argued, "I can't speak, Sister Luozhu doesn't know."

His flurry was a little funny, Mu Qiong smiled in a low voice, the dagger in his hand caught off guard on his neck, drawing a deep mark, until this moment, his voice was still so cold.

"That's all? Forget it, I don't expect you to say anything, it's better to die."

Suddenly blood came into his eyes, and Mo Yun's eyes reflected a naive expression of astonishment. Before the pain swept over him, he was first frightened and at a loss by his mother's cold eyes, and then he felt the pain in his body, and tears burst out of his eyes.

Mu Qiong raised his hand suddenly, and wanted to stab the dagger into his left chest fiercely, but suddenly a white figure broke into his vision, and the knife pierced the man's shoulder blade.

She was stunned, "Chuan..."

A rift suddenly appeared in this memory, where Mo Yun was standing, suddenly a very deep gully formed, connecting to a thick black abyss, he stood at the entrance, watching this dream shatter.

Falling into deep darkness with the master of memories.

The extremely unstable memory is collapsing, some things seem to be crushed and stitched again and again, and the scene in front of them is also collapsing.

"why?"

The child hid by the door, poked half of his head, and looked carefully at the situation in the room.

The injury on his neck has already healed, and at this moment, at an unknown time, Mo Yun squatted beside him, watching his cautious expression, and wanted to embrace him in his arms, but always in vain.

Ye Lichuan sat weakly on the chair, the white robe on his body should have been gentle and elegant, but at this moment it looked so pale, as if he was terminally ill.

He had never seen a father like this before, and the child's expression also dropped.

Sitting opposite him, Mu Qiong lowered her eyebrows and looked very much like Ye Wuchen when she was in deep thought, but her voice would never be combined with gentleness.

"That day, why did you come back suddenly?"

Ye Lichuan never thought that her first sentence would be to question himself, but he still sighed resignedly, "I met a friend outside, and he heard that Chen'er's birthday is coming, so he asked me to bring it to Chen'er as a gift. "

"Friend?" Mu Qiong pondered over these two words, and glanced at him lightly, not knowing what he said, "You know more people than me in this place, and who is your friend..."

"You know Chi Nanqi." Ye Lichuan faced the door sideways, finished this sentence with extreme helplessness, and brought the topic back to the topic, "Why did you do something to Chen'er?"

He suddenly raised his eyelids and looked at his wife.

With all the sharpness in his eyes, he tried to slow down his voice and asked again, "Why?"

Mu Qiong looked at him, then turned his head suddenly, "No reason."

Her voice was flat, and she just slowly perfunctory, Ye Lichuan gritted his teeth, "If I don't come that day..."

"I will kill him." Mu Qiong fiddled with the dagger on the table, "I will kill him."

Ye Lichuan frowned, looking at the woman in disbelief.

She was born gentle and affectionate, but at this moment, like ice that never melts for thousands of years, she condensed into ice skates, her eyes stared straight at Ye Lichuan, the murderous eyes shattered the last trace of hope in his eyes.

"He's your child." Ye Lichuan was on the verge of reason, and when he was breaking down, he tried to talk to the woman calmly, "If something goes wrong with you, can you take it out on me?"

He suppressed his voice, and without asking why, he just said: "Don't hurt Chen'er."

When Mu Qiong was placed on the table, she suddenly clenched her hands tightly, staring at Ye Lichuan with a gloomy expression, but said nothing.

Her expression was a little bit ferocious, and she took a step back from the child who was peeping at the door, squatting down shyly, and holding back the uneasiness in her heart, she looked inside tremblingly.

He has seen such a mother, but he has never seen such a pale father.

His father is like a god, with a gentle expression on his face, with the casualness of the world, and the compassion of all living beings. He has never been so troubled and bound by the world like this.

Ye Lichuan got up and stood in front of Mu Qiong, "Can you vent your anger on me? I'm willing to hurt you no matter how many times you hurt me. When your anger subsides, go and apologize to Chen'er, he was really scared that day. "

His back was facing the door right now, and he couldn't see his expression, but through that depressed back, he always felt that he was stuck in endless pain and couldn't extricate himself.

The look must be pity, and it hurts the two people he puts in his heart.

After being quiet for a long time, the legs of Zhizi who was hiding outside the door trembled, and he squatted down carefully, when he suddenly heard a loud bang from inside.

Mu Qiong's voice sounded.

"He's not my child! I don't recognize him!!!"

The boy hiding outside the door turned pale, put his hands on his knees, and bit his clothes hard to prevent the choking in his throat from overflowing.

But Mo Yun could only watch, suffering with his share of torture, hating that he couldn't bear it for him.