your voice is delicious

"No! Uncle, he knows!" Tang Tang grabbed Mu Linshen's hand that was about to drink again, and tried his best to force the other party to look at him.

He said firmly: "He always knew."

"Uncle once told me that his son is great, he can cook and take care of him. He is a useless father, but his son will definitely be a useful person in the future."

"He also said that although you always talk back to him and make him angry, he knows you love him. Every time the group of naughty kids scribbled on the cabin, you always quietly cleaned it up so he wouldn't notice. "

"Your love for uncle, he has always known."

How could this pair of father and son who depended on each other not love each other.

Uncle left, my brother must be very upset. Tang Tang wants Mu Lin to know that his uncle has always loved him, and... also clearly knows his love for his uncle.

Mu Lin fell silent. He looked at the dilapidated little mound and knelt down in front of it.

Then he raised his hand and dumped the beer beside the mound.

"Dad, I miss you."

Tang Tang also knelt beside Mu Linshen, his fingers tremblingly touched his brother's palm, and then clasped his fingers.

This time, Mu Linshen didn't push him away.

Tang Tang stared at Mu Cen's grave, and said in his heart: Master, I'm here to see you.I'm sorry it took me so long to come back to see you...don't worry, I will take good care of my brother, no matter how much he misunderstands, I will never leave him in the future.

I have made up my mind to stay with him for the rest of my life.

Heal those pains for him and give him all my love.We have missed him too many times, this time no matter what, I will not abandon him again.

Master, will you please give me your son?

That night, Tang Tang was dragged home by Mu Linshen, to be precise, he was dragged home.

It was the first time for Tang Tang to enter Mu Linshen's rented house in City X. Before he had a good look at it, he was pressed against the wall as soon as he entered the door.

The strong smell of alcohol came to the nostrils.

My brother was panting loudly, and the breath he exhaled was scorching hot.

Tang Tang patted his back with his hands, and said softly, "I'm here, don't be afraid."

His answer was a haphazard gnawing/biting.

Tang Tang raised his neck, and his body couldn't help being weak. It was Mu Linshen, his elder brother, who was faking on him.

"Brother, be gentle." The other party's actions were too rough, and he frowned in pain, but he still couldn't bear to push the injured wolf dog away, so he could only pat his back to comfort him.

Mu Linshen turned Tang Tang over, and then bit the back of his neck fiercely.

The man turned into a hungry beast, biting his prey with all his strength.

Tang Tang's face was pressed against the wall, and his facial features were deformed due to pain.

He could feel that the skin on the back of his neck might have been bitten by someone behind him.

It hurts.

But willingly endured all this.

"Why did you go with another man..."

"Obviously... I have mustered up the courage to run into your world again."

The beast whispered, but the tone was full of grievances.

Tang Tang, whose body was pressed against the wall, couldn't see the face of the person behind him clearly, but his brother's choked voice kept teasing his tear glands.

"I'm sorry..." He couldn't explain it, if he missed it, he missed it, and it didn't help to be upset.

Mu Linshen hugged Tang Tang from behind, his head drooping on his shoulders, and his movements suddenly became gentle.

"Toffee, why don't you want me anymore."

"Why don't you... don't want me."

Tang Tang's heart tugged, and he shook his head quickly.

He turned around in Mu Lin's deep arms, and saw the big wolfhound with a lost expression and a broken body.

He took the initiative to offer his own kiss.

"Not anymore……"

"Toffee will never leave my brother again."

"You lied." Mu Lin bit the lower lip of the man in his arms deeply, and the drunk man didn't know how to control the force, and he bit blood all at once.

Tasting the smell of blood, he let go of Tang Tang in a panic, his eyes were a little cautious and said: "Did it hurt you?"

Tang Tang smiled, "No, it doesn't hurt at all."

He licked the wound, frowned slightly, but still put his hands around Mu Linshen's neck.

"Brother, toffee doesn't hurt."

"You can push harder... hurt me."

When Tang Tang opened his eyes the next day, he felt severe pain all over his body.

The eyelids were also swollen to the point of being unbearably swollen.

The sky outside the window was bright, and he was held in the arms of a naked/naked man, and he was a little absent-minded for a while.

Mu Lin's deep and even snoring in his ears reminded him of the dry wood and fire last night.

Waking up in his brother's arms, he had dreamed of this scene many times.

But this time, it wasn't a spring dream.

It hurts.

Very satisfied.

Very happy.

He was greedy for the warmth of this kind of skin-to-skin contact, and couldn't help rubbing against his brother's arms a few times.

Then when he raised his head, he met Mu Lin's bewildered eyes.

Tang Tang stretched his neck and kissed the corner of the man's mouth, and said with a smile, "Good morning."

Mu Linshen: "..."

The momentary silence made Tang Tang feel a little uncomfortable, but he quickly suppressed this feeling.

The red face was pressed against the man's chest, thinking that this would be enough.

He doesn't need his brother to fall in love with him immediately, as long as he no longer refuses his approach.

The black hair was lifted by the big hand, and Mu Linshen's palm was pressed against Tang Tang's forehead, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Have a fever?"

"Maybe." Tang Tang didn't care about the discomfort on his body at all. He only felt that his brother was so cold and comfortable. He wanted to get closer.

"Idiot." Mu Lin got up and brought the man in his arms with him.

Tang Tang blinked and pouted with some dissatisfaction.

He didn't want to get up yet, he was so dizzy that he wanted to lie down on the bed.

When Mu Lin saw what was left on the legs of the man in his arms, he couldn't help feeling annoyed.

Last night...he didn't clean up Tang Tang's body.

It's been a night of ups and downs, so it's no wonder I don't have a fever.

Tang Tang had already fallen into a semi-comatose state. He only felt that someone picked him up, and then they went to the bathroom, and then...his eyes went dark, and he fell unconscious.

In the dream, he dreamed of his brother again.

But this time it was not Chunmeng, but the childhood of him and his brother.

They were drawing in the cabin, and Mu Cen was beside him, looking at them tenderly.

After a while, my brother fell asleep beside him, and Mu Cen took a blanket to cover him.

Tang Tang was also tired of painting, so she put down the brush and lay beside her brother, poking the little boy's face with her fingers.

Mu Linshen, who was asleep, pouted from time to time, and Tang Tang couldn't help snickering.

"Hey, master, where are you going?" He asked hurriedly when he saw Mu Cen get up.

Mu Cen stood at the door of the cabin, with his back to the light, and Tang Tang couldn't see the other party's facial features clearly even if he squinted.

He heard Mu Cen say, "I'm leaving, Tang Tang."

Then the man paused, his eyes seemed to shift to the sleeping boy, his tone was full of reluctance.

"You promise me that you will stay by Ah Shen's side and never leave him again."

Tang Tang held Mu Linshen's hand and nodded, "Master, I promise you that I will never leave my brother."

However, when he looked up at the door of the cabin again, Mu Cen was no longer there.

"Master...Master?"

When Tang Tang woke up, he couldn't help but feel a sour feeling in his nose.

He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and sniffed.

Then I realized that my nose was buzzing, but fortunately, my body was no longer hot.

He got up from the bed, looked at the unfamiliar room furnishings, and didn't react for a while.

By the way, he is at his brother's house.

The decoration of the house is just like its appearance, old and aging.

It made Tang Tang feel a bit similar to his uncle's house.

Tang Tang touched his forehead, and the fever has subsided.

It was getting dark outside the window, it seemed that he had slept all day.

As soon as I was about to get out of bed, I felt a strong discomfort behind me.

The little face couldn't help but blushed, and muttered: "It will take a week to get better..."

After all, last night, he and his brother had too much trouble.

After a while, his legs touched the ground tremblingly, and he felt that he was not so weak, so he walked out of the room.

The house that Mu Linshen rented had two bedrooms and one living room. If my brother was not in the master bedroom and living room, he should be in another room.

The wooden door of the other room was closed tightly.

Tang Tang swallowed his saliva, and after knocking on the door a few times, there was no sound inside. He frowned slightly and pushed the door open.

Mu Linshen is indeed not in this room, but...

He froze for a moment.

This is neither a bedroom nor a study, but a studio remodeled by Mu Linshen.

On the floor and on the walls are Muzen's previous paintings.

Tang Tang's heart trembled, and her feet stepped into the room involuntarily.

He is very familiar with these works, and several of them were created by his uncle when he was a child.

Once upon a time, everything is vivid.

His eyes couldn't help turning red, it seemed that at this moment he really realized that Mu Cen had passed away.

"master……"

Watercolor paintings are not as easy to preserve as oil paintings, and many works gradually lose their original appearance over time.

This is why the status of watercolor has not been as high as that of oil painting since ancient times.

However, Mu Cen's works have been preserved very well. Although some of them have faded in color and the paper is slightly curled, it does not affect the overall appearance.

Then, a work in a picture frame but placed on an easel caught Tang Tang's attention.

He stepped forward to look, and found that this painting was exactly the watercolor portrait of Mu Linshen that Mu Cen hadn't finished painting in time.

On the drawing paper, there is no trace of drafting at all, and only half of the color can barely distinguish what the creator wants to draw.

Just like between an elder brother and an uncle, the separation between life and death always left some regrets.

He sighed and suddenly remembered his watercolor portrait.

Yao Lin said that although it was torn, Mu Linshen asked someone to repair it later, and he didn't know the result of the repair.

Tang Tang resisted the discomfort of his body and looked for his watercolor portrait among many paintings.

Unfortunately, he didn't find it.

I couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. Could it be that the painting couldn't be repaired and was thrown away by my brother?

"What are you doing?" Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao will be here, Mu Linshen suddenly appeared, startling Tang Tang.

I saw the person at the door carrying two bags of ingredients and staring at him with displeasure.

It's over, my brother won't be angry if I entered this room without my consent.

Mu Linshen put down the ingredients and walked towards Tang Tang, his heartbeat paused every step he took.

Tang Tang closed her eyes in fear, as if letting the other party deal with her.

Suddenly, he felt his feet leave the ground, subconsciously let out an "ah", and found himself being hugged by Mu Linshen.

"You don't wear shoes, do you still want to have a fever?" He heard the man scold lightly.