Bamboo horse is a bit silly

Mu Yuan had a calm expression on his face, as if he hadn't reacted yet, but in fact, his mind was filled with a bunch of upside-down explanations: What's going on?I can't do anything yet! ... Qingyuan... listen to my explanation...it's not what you think...

Carefully pulled the person over, and found that Mu Qingyuan was crying all over, his eyes were still red, obviously swollen from crying, but he didn't dare to close his eyes, staring straight at In Muyuan, there was panic and fear inside, but there was no word in his shrunken mouth.

Mu Yuan felt distressed and wanted to wipe away those tears, but seeing Mu Yuan's hand stretched out, Mu Qingyuan buried his head in his knees.Only Mu Yuan was left silent in a suppressed and anxious cry, "Don't hit me, don't hit me... woo woo, please, don't hit me, I'll be good, I... I'm not a fool, Wuwuwu, I'm really not a fool, don't hit me..."

When the third uncle mentioned Mu Qingyuan yesterday, Mu Yuan almost laughed.

Third Uncle, are you right?Who is the unlucky ghost you just mentioned?Is it really Mu Qingyuan's father—Mu Erbo?How could the kind-hearted Mu Erbo simply go up the mountain in heavy rain and then slide down the hillside and fall to his death?And how could that gentle and kind Mu Erniang go too because she was too sad?

Mu Yuan wanted to ask, are you sure you are not telling a joke?

But why when Mu Yuan looked at Mu Qingyuan who was still in a coma, he wanted to laugh out loud at the third uncle's lying voice, but it was like a thorn stuck in his throat, why couldn't he spit it out?

Mu Yuan still remembers Mu Erbo, that good old man who always smiles silly.He never disliked Mu Yuan, every time he saw Mu Yuan, he would pat Mu Yuan's head and say that he had grown taller again.And at that time, Mu Yuan would always see a small but exquisite Qingyuan by his side.Little Qingyuan was either held by Uncle Mu, or carried on his back.And whenever Mu Erbo praised Mu Yuan, Xiao Qingyuan looked at him friendly like his father, with round eyes and big dimples, and the smile on his face was like a sunny day after the rain, bright and bright.

And Mu Erniang, that hard-spoken and soft-hearted woman, she always scolded him when he went to tease Xiao Qingyuan, but she never forgot to leave a bite for him who was not full.

The woman who picked up the broom and yelled at him couldn't replace the back view of serving him a meal in the rain.Since Mu Yuan was young, he knew that no one should treat you well, and kindness without reason is rare in Mu Yuan, so Mu Yuan cherishes the kindness of Mu Erbo's family the most. Old, but at least...still...alive.

But who knows, looking at Mu Qingyuan crying with his head buried, Mu Yuan can only think - the world is impermanent.

Mu Yuan was not called Mu Yuan before, he was called Mu Dagou.It's not because of a cheap name that it's easy to support, if it's not because "bastard" is too ugly, Lizheng doesn't allow it, his father is really a bastard, and he will call him a bastard for the rest of his life.

Don't they all say that tiger poison doesn't eat children?It's a pity that Mu Dagou is not necessarily the real son of his father, Mu Laizi. Who told his mother to be a flirtatious woman, and who told his father to be a stingy lame?

When a pretty, promiscuous, slutty woman meets a lame man who is lazy and has no money in his pocket, who is cheaper than the other, I don't know.But who is more ruthless than whom, Mu Yuan knows.To be ruthless, who can compare to that woman?

"That cruel woman, how can she be so cruel?..." This was Mu Yuan's favorite saying when she was alive. look, guess what her heart is made of?

Maybe it's mud, maybe it's wood, maybe...

In order to elope, Mu Yuan, who was still a baby, could be thrown in the snow.That woman's heart is at least made of stone, otherwise how could it be so cold?

According to his grandma, he was only three months old when the woman abandoned him. If his grandma hadn't hugged him and knocked on doors from door to door, he might not have survived even one year old.

Although Mu Laizi wanted to strangle him, an eyesore, he still couldn't do it because of his grandma.When Grandma Mu is here, Mu Yuan can still have a mouthful of hot rice. When Grandma Mu passes away, Mu Laizi would want to kick him even if he sees him, let alone food. .

Muyuan has never felt the happiness of family, so he envied Qingyuan who lived in love since childhood.

If you haven't got it, you have always regarded the severe winter as a jacket, but once you know the warmth of spring, who can endure the severe winter again?

It's hard for Mu Yuan to imagine, when Mu Qingyuan was talking about the spring when he suddenly lost everything in his life, how his thin body survived.

Is it really the case of being overly sad, suffering from a cold, having a high fever, and then becoming a fool?Could it be that the little genius praised by everyone in the village is really stupid in his final destination?

"Qingyuan..." Mu Yuan has been refusing to believe it, how could such a smart and lovely Qingyuan become a fool?It must be fake.

But when Mu Qingyuan, who was in his 20s, cried like a child in front of Mu Yuan, Mu Yuan was angry, but more distressed.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!" Mu Yuan hugged Mu Qingyuan's thin body tightly and comforted him.

"Ah... ah..." Mu Qingyuan, who was restrained suddenly, thought that someone was going to beat him again, screamed all over, and beat Mu Yuan vigorously.

But no matter how Mu Qingyuan fights, Mu Yuan won't let him go.

Faced with this situation, Mu Yuan knew that his best choice was to let go of Qingyuan, and then slowly, slowly, walk into his world.

But every time Mu Yuan wanted to give up amid Mu Qingyuan's cries, there would always be a voice in his ear that seemed to say: If he misses this time, he might miss Qingyuan again.

He couldn't bear to lose Qingyuan again, so even if Qingyuan beat him and scolded him, he would never let go again.

So Mu Yuan couldn't stop comforting him, but his right hand tightly hugged Mu Qingyuan and refused to let go.

Mu Yuan stroked Mu Qingyuan's back with his left hand, from top to bottom, slowly, time and time again, and comforted him tirelessly, "Qingyuan is good, don't be afraid, don't be afraid... I'm your big dog brother, Qingyuan... "

"Ah!" Mu Qingyuan bit Mu Yuan's right wrist that was holding him back, and took a hard, hard bite, like a cub that was trapped to the extreme, showing its sharp teeth, just to make the last move. dying struggle.

Mu Yuan only snorted softly, but his face was not so ugly, he still gently stroked Qingyuan's back, muttering to himself: "Bite, bite, as long as it can vent out."

There were blood beads on Mu Yuan's wrist soon, and then the blood beads mixed into rows, slowly flowing down from the wrist.

Mu Qingyuan tasted a fishy smell in his mouth, but the stick in his consciousness did not fall for a long time.

He opened his mouth and looked at the person who had been imprisoning him but didn't hit him. It was a little strange, but he was still more afraid.

"Qingyuan, I won't hit you, never will, we agreed a long time ago." Mu Yuan still hugged Mu Qingyuan, "I promised you to catch the flying turtledove for you, and find you a turtledove in the paddy field. The frog who sings the best, I will show you the funny big ant, and I will show you...Qingyuan, how could such a big brother beat you?"

"So, Qingyuan, don't be afraid of me, okay?" Mu Yuan hugged Mu Qingyuan, but he didn't dare to look into his eyes, he was afraid, afraid that there was still deep fear in those clear eyes, "Qingyuan is not afraid, as long as I One day, I will never allow anyone to bully you again, okay!"

Mu Yuan didn't know how many times such a strong Qingyuan cried and begged because of the pain, let alone, when he begged, was it for comfort, or another beating?

Whenever he thinks of Mu Qingyuan being beaten again and again in a place where he can't see, Mu Yuan's heart feels very tight and painful.

And Mu Qingyuan buried his head in Mu Yuan's embrace, gradually calming down.

Hearing this man's chest thumping and singing, he suddenly felt less scared.

Because it's the only one who puts him in bed?Or maybe it was because this was the only person who imprisoned him but never beat him.

Mu Qingyuan didn't know why, when this person was nagging, he seemed to feel sadness from his words.

Then this person who didn't beat him like others, didn't call him a fool like those kids who always threw stones at him, and covered him with a warm quilt, isn't he the good person that A Niang used to say?

"Will you be nice to me from Qingyuan? My brother will buy you delicious food and nice clothes. I won't... I won't let you go hungry or cold, and I won't let people bully you anymore, okay? ?”

"Are you a good person as Auntie said?" Really?right.

"I'm an elder brother who can support you for the rest of your life, does Qingyuan think I'm a good person?" Mu Yuan smiled, and he looked at the person in front of him.His eyes are too bright and too clean, Mu Yuan saw a fool with a particularly ugly smile in it, "Brother will raise you for the rest of your life, and you will stay with him for the rest of your life, okay, Qingyuan?"

"Okay." After calming down, Mu Qingyuan lay quietly in Mu Yuan's arms. He liked the embrace of this person, and felt at ease, as if as long as he was here, nothing could hit him or hurt him.

"It would be great if it could be like this all the time." Mu Qingyuan lay in Mu Yuan's arms, and became a little confused when he became quiet. This was the first one who didn't beat him, didn't call him a fool, and hugged him carefully in his arms. Human, if only this person could always be so gentle, "Brother, don't abandon me, okay, I will be a good boy!" Mu Yuan's raised hand froze.

Mu Qingyuan, who was about to fall asleep, suddenly felt that something was dripping on his face, and when he touched it, it was a drop of water.

Mu Qingyuan looked at the person who was still hugging him, the person was smiling with bright eyes.He looked up at the roof again, and after a while he said blankly, "Brother, the roof is leaking."

Mu Yuan raised his head, sighed leisurely, and said: "It's raining..."