My brother is so strong, I am also disappointed

The more Xia Yu won't let me do it, the more I want to do it.

Ever since Xia Yu banned me from going out that day, I tried every means to sneak down the mountain, and for this reason, I fought wits and courage with Xia Yu all day long.

I first swaggered through the main entrance while Xia Yu was not in the sect, but unexpectedly, I was stopped by the disciple on duty, saying that the sect leader told the second uncle not to take a step out of the mountain gate while he was recuperating, and if the second uncle forced his way in, he would be knocked unconscious Send him back to the room, anyway, the Second Martial Uncle is so sick that even his disciples can't beat him.

I'm so angry, Xia Yu not only cut off my way, but also ruined my reputation, now the whole Jiushan faction knows that I'm useless, my second uncle doesn't want to lose face?

But before I admit defeat, I sneaked out again at night, and as soon as I opened the door here, Xia Yu kicked open the door of his room. He didn't care if he was wearing only an underwear and was barefoot, that's all Leaning against the door with folded hands, he stared at me so hard that I turned around and went back to the room to close the door under pressure.

This man was so alert!Even the slightest trouble can't be hidden from him, what should I do?

I searched for another afternoon, sneaked out through the side door during the interval between the disciples changing the guard, and went all the way down the mountain to the town.I was walking lightly on the road, secretly glad that I finally succeeded in defeating Xia Yu, when I looked up, I saw Xia Yu pushed aside the crowd, squeezed out of Zhegui Building, and caught me squarely.

"Why are you like this... Am I not your favorite brother? I just want to come to the town to have fun, why do you have to lock me up at home like a prisoner?" I was desperate.

"Favorite? I don't have to choose at all." Xia Yu sneered and threw the sweet-scented osmanthus cake to me. "I lock up the prisoners, and I still line up for the prisoners to buy sweet-scented osmanthus cakes? I don't know what to do. Go back!"

"I won't go back, if you ask me to go back again, believe it or not, I'll roll around on the street saying that head Xia abused my younger brother." I'm about to show off my stunt again.

Xia Yu took out an ink-smeared envelope from his arms: "Okay, you don't have to go back, then you definitely don't want to read this letter from Qian Chongxue, I'll shatter it now."

"Master Xia is the number one doting younger brother in the world, brother Mo Ruo, who knows his younger brother, how do you know that I want to go home now? Let's go back quickly." I immediately grabbed Xia Yu's arm with a smile on my face, and stretched out my hand Go grab the letter in his hand.

Xia Yu sneered triumphantly again, and broke free from my hand with a slight shake. When I realized it, he had already strode towards me, raised his hand with his back to me, and flaunted the hand that was caught between his fingers. The envelope trembled.

I'm very dissatisfied with Xia Yu's arrogance of doing whatever he wants just because of his good martial arts, but my heart feels like a drum that has been silent for a long time is being beaten, and the intense, anxious, hot sound fills my chest - so dirty Xi's envelope looks familiar, does it mean...

Xia Yu walked quickly, keeping a five-step distance from me as if he had eyes behind his back. I followed Xia Yu's pace all the way home, and in the end I was almost out of breath.

I finally couldn't walk in front of the mountain gate, so I could only stop and call him: "Wait, wait for me—"

Xia Yu actually turned back and praised me: "That's right, I can still run for a while now."

I feel that his demands on me are getting lower and lower.

"Letter!" I was praised, and I stretched out my hand confidently.

"Go back to the room and see."

I sat by Xia Yu's bed and couldn't wait to open the letter.

The expectations that were originally full of hearts were all in vain.

Inside the envelope was just a piece of paper, but not a single word.

A large circle is drawn in the middle of the paper, inside the circle are two small circles and a dot, three short vertical lines above the circle, one long vertical line below the circle, two short horizontal lines on each side of the long vertical line, the short horizontal line on the upper left and the lower right one There are three shorter and thinner bars hanging on the short bar.And the left and right sides of the paper each have a crooked row of small ink dots.

What is this?

I handed the letter to Xia Yu in silence, regretting that I was tricked back by such an unknown picture.

"This letter was written by Fifteen." After reading it, Xia Yu came to such a conclusion with certainty.

"...How do you know that?" I was in awe of Xia Yu.

"There are fifteen ink dots in total at the bottom left of the letter paper." Xia Yu said, "In the past, some people couldn't write, so they used dots or horizontal lines instead of numbers."

"The dots on the right..." I took the paper and counted, exactly twelve.

"Although I don't know what this painting is about, I can tell that Fifteen is fine," Xia Yu said.

"It can only be seen that fifteen is fine." I said, "Who sent you the letter, maybe ask the sender if there is news?"

"That girl is very good at qinggong. When I was queuing at Zheguilou, she passed her by and stuffed it into my hand, and she disappeared." Xia Yu tapped the edge of the bed with her fingers, "I think it was Yanbolou who delivered the letter."

a letter.Yanbo Tower, which delivers letters.Twelve dots of ink on the right.

Maybe... maybe he really didn't...

Xia Yu stood up: "I'll take you to Yanbo Tower to see if it's life or death, so we can tell you exactly."

"……I'm not going!"

I suddenly became timid.

This is an uncertain thing with only a little hope, even if I want to know, but the hope is there, and the disappointment is close behind, and if I get an answer I don't want also lost.

After thinking about it again, if he really came back, why didn't he come to see me in person, and didn't ask someone who could write to write to me?

If only Shiwu still thinks about me and tells me that he is fine, then even if he comes back to life, will he still like me as before?He hasn't waited for my response. Maybe he came back from the dead and escaped from the dead, so he really gave up?

If he has already given up, what qualifications does a person like me have to ask him to change back to the original state?

I actually prefer to believe that he is not dead, but I suddenly dare not see him, and even panic because he may have come to Yanbo Tower. Is he here to tell me that he is alive and has given up on me at the same time?Just tell me about it like a friend?

"That's fine." Xia Yu sat down again.

……

I've been thinking about it for three days.

I scribbled and scribbled on the letter paper every day, over and over again.

Finally, I suppressed all distracting thoughts and convinced myself that life and death are important matters, and it’s good to be alive.

I went to find Xia Yu again.

I said, "Brother, I want to go to the capital."

Xia Yu said, "Whatever."

He agreed, but I was taken aback.

I said again: "I really just went to see Prince Rui, I promised Mo Yuanshan to write him a notebook, there are some things I need to find out."

Xia Yu said, "I know, just tell me how much you want."

In the end, I left the study in a daze with five 100 taels of silver notes and Ling Xin, the head of the Nine Mountains School.

At noon that day, after eating the dumplings made by Uncle Li, I also walked out of the mountain gate smoothly. The disciples at the gate did not stop me and said goodbye to me.

Xia Yu didn't come to see me off, he didn't have the habit of seeing me off.

I didn't ask a carriage to pick me up at the gate of the mountain, but walked down the mountain slowly, as if I was just going shopping in a nearby town.My luggage is not heavy, and it is very simple - two changes of clothes, an ordinary saber, a set of pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and the folding fan "Xiu Xian" that has been lying on my bookshelf for a long time.

I was not in a hurry to go to the capital, so my heart was relaxed. When I went down the mountain and saw the teahouse, the storyteller inside smiled and waved to me. I was lured in by him, and I heard him tell the story of the ugly Taoist beating monsters. .It's been almost a year, and he hasn't finished telling his story. The ugly Taoist priest is still bluffing and abducting, and there are new monsters to fight in the ruined temple mountain.

After the gentleman finished talking about this scene, he was about to close up, and the guests all dispersed, so I went up to talk to the gentleman. We haven't seen each other for a long time, but we still have something to talk about.

He asked me where I was going.

I said I was going to the capital.

He said the capital city is good, there are many people, it is lively, the young master is gone, there must be many new stories to write.

I said yes, I just went there to find a story.

He asked again, are you going alone?

I smiled and replied, yes, the head of my family finally agreed to let me go alone.

Unexpectedly, the husband shook his head and said: "Impossible, how could the head of Xia let you go alone? Since you had an accident with me that day, every time you listen to books, there are people squatting around my thatched shed. !"

"This... I'm so sorry..." I never thought that Xia Yu would send someone to follow and protect me.

"Didn't you find out, but the old man spoke so well, and the young master listened too attentively?" The gentleman showed a smug expression, pointing behind me and said, "Look back, the person on duty today is also here. I have been waiting for you at the door for a long time."

When I turned around, I saw a person propping up the narrow door of the small teahouse in an unruly way, letting the golden sunset draw the outline of his tall figure. Compared with a person, perhaps he is more like a statue made of gold at this moment. The statues, melted into the afterglow of the setting sun, are even more radiant.

His face was hidden in the shadow of the backlight, and I couldn't see his features clearly. Before I could step closer, he lazily said, "Ah Lin, you are still so leisurely."