The scumbag brother is finally accepted

From summer to autumn in a blink of an eye.

Lu Qingyuan and his little servant are like cats and mice, you catch and hide.Lu Qingyuan tried many times, and asked many times bluntly, but he just couldn't get the answer he wanted.He wasn't annoyed, he just relied on Mo Zhuang to direct the serving of tea and water all day long, and then tried every means to make mistakes.

He waited until Mo Zhuang could no longer pretend and confessed himself.

Mo Zhuang had never done any work of serving others, especially when Lu Qingyuan sneaked out of his busy schedule to deliberately criticize.A cup of tea was poured back and forth no less than five times, and he was so angry that he really wanted to knock Lu Qingyuan on the head directly, shake off the teacup and leave, telling Lu Qingyuan that if he couldn't serve him, he would never want to serve him again.

His cheeks turned liver-colored with anger, and the cup was shaking even in his hand.Mo Zhuang gritted his teeth and pushed the door open, this time he would not pour tea again no matter what he said.

The candles in the hall were brightly lit, but there was nothing behind the desk, and the people who had been sitting there had long since disappeared.

Mo Zhuang put down the teacup and looked around, but there was no sign of Lu Qingyuan.If he is not in the Extinguishing Radiance Hall, then there is only another place.

The leaves outside the hall rustled with the wind, and the peach blossoms had already withered.

Lu Qingyuan sat in the corridor, leaning his head against the wooden pillars and watching the fallen leaves.Suddenly the wind picked up, and a leaf blew towards him, and he reached out to catch the fallen leaf.

This year is about to end again.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Lu Qingyuan turned his head and saw Mo Zhuang approaching gradually.As if due to the footsteps of those who came, the originally dark and dusty sleeping hall began to shine brightly, shining with every step.

Lu Qingyuan jumped down, greeted him with a smile, pulled Mo Zhuang to sit at the table, pushed a bowl of noodle soup to Mo Zhuang's hand, and said with a smile: "Today is my birthday, let's eat noodles with me."

Mo Zhuang was startled when he heard the sound, then nodded.

Lu Qingyuan picked up the chopsticks on the table and handed them to Mo Zhuang, and the two of them sucked the noodles in their bowls.

"When I was young, my mother made longevity noodles for me every birthday."

Lu Qingyuan stirred the noodles in the bowl, and whispered to Mo Zhuang.

"I'll make it for my mother's birthday. I used to be poor, so I'm happy to have poached eggs on my birthday. Every time my mother puts three poached eggs, one on top of the noodles and two underneath."

"Every year on my birthday, my mother would make me a piece of clothing with her own hands. Although it looks simple now, it is more precious to me than anything else. But on my mother's birthday, I would do everything except make longevity noodles for her." I can't give it."

Lu Qingyuan stopped stirring, recalling the most touching thing, like a stick in his throat.Mo Zhuang looked up at Lu Qingyuan, seeing his gloomy eyes and slightly frowning brows, as if a corner of his heart was being pinched, and it was aching.

"One year I wanted to give my mother a special birthday gift. I know that my mother likes Babao crisps. Only my father bought them for my mother before. I want my mother to be happy, and I want to grow up quickly and take care of my mother. Darling, I don't want my mother to work so hard."

Talking about the dusty past, Lu Qingyuan faintly cried.No matter how he changes, mother is his softest place.He suppressed the soreness in his throat, and squeezed out a forced smile.

"So that year I got up very early and wanted to earn money to buy eight-treasure cakes for my mother. One piece of eight-treasure cakes cost ten Wen, but I only earned three Wen..."

Tears were rolling in his eyes, Lu Qingyuan's shoulders trembled slightly, his hands were tightly clenched with chopsticks, his fingertips turned white.

Time flies by like a white horse, looking back, many years have passed.

He has been doing wrong things all his life, big and small, forgivable and irreparable, wrong step by step, and there is no room for turning around.

With his head down, he told Mo Zhuang, and as if passing through time and space, he told his mother.

He choked up and murmured sincerely and apologetically, "I really didn't mean to steal..."

This is the one thing he regrets the most in his life. If he had been more sensible back then, perhaps his life would be completely different now.

Clenching the chopsticks tightly in his hands, Lu Qingyuan lowered his head deeply.There was a sudden warmth on the back of his hand, he looked up and saw Mo Zhuang holding his hand gently, as if to comfort his sadness.

Lu Qingyuan looked at Mo Zhuang, his frown gradually relaxed, the thick clouds receded, and finally turned into an overjoyed smile.

Fortunately, he met Shen Mengzhuang.

The two continued to slurp up the noodles in the bowl, Lu Qingyuan ate intently, sneaking glances at Mo Zhuang beside him from time to time.Perhaps the sourness and bitterness that had been suppressed in my heart for many years poured out, and at this moment, I felt a little relieved for no reason.

In addition, just now Mo Zhuang held his hand to comfort him, which made the bad thoughts in his heart break out of the ground and go straight to the sky.

The so-called satiety and lust. Desire.

Lu Qingyuan looked at the few noodles left in the bowl, then at Mo Zhuang who was buried in eating noodles, and said maliciously, "Do you know how to eat longevity noodles?"

Mo Zhuang raised his head from the big bowl, bit off the fine noodles, chewed them a few times in doubt, and asked cautiously, "How do you eat?"

Lu Qingyuan picked up a long noodle, handed it to Mo Zhuang's mouth, and said, "Hold it."

After Mo Zhuang took one end of the noodles, Lu Qingyuan moved closer to take the other end.The two were biting the ends of the noodles, and the two faces were close at hand.

Lu Qingyuan attacked the city and approached Mozhuang, taking away the remaining noodles.The breath is getting closer and closer, and the breath is all sprinkled on the other's face, making the atmosphere between the two gradually ambiguous.

His eyes are like a hook, appreciating all the faint emotions on Mo Zhuang's face.Lu Qingyuan curled his lips into a smile, biting the noodles in his mouth, and said with a sly smile: "If you don't bite it off, I'm going to kiss you."

Mo Zhuang quickly bit off the noodles in his mouth, retracted his head, and opened the distance between him and Lu Qingyuan.

Lu Qingyuan sucked all the fine noodles into his mouth and chewed, the smile on his face became more and more smug, and he shouted, "You are seducing me."

The determined tone instantly made Mo Zhuang angry, and he cast a blank look at Lu Qingyuan, and decisively denied: "No."

"Then you are expecting me to kiss you."

Lu Qingyuan propped his chin, tilted his head, and admired the changes on Mo Zhuang's face with playful eyes, as if he wanted to grasp an irrefutable evidence amidst the slightest ups and downs.

It proves that he is looking forward to it, that he is Shen Mengzhuang.

Mo Zhuang stopped arguing with Lu Qingyuan, snatched the bowl from Lu Qingyuan's table, and complained: "I think you are full."

Lu Qingyuan watched Mo Zhuang leave angrily with the bowl in his hand, and followed him all the way to the door.The smile in his eyes deepened, as if he was looking at another person through Mo Zhuang's back.

In the empty hall, he said softly, "It was my brother who taught me."

The person at the end of his gaze suddenly stopped, and after a while, he left as if nothing had happened, completely disappearing at the door.

Lu Qingyuan's gaze was still outside the gate, and the leaves fell with the wind.

He raised his eyebrows lightly and pursed his lips into a smile.

The master-servant game with Mo Zhuang cannot be stopped, but the business must not be left behind.

In the teahouse, in a quiet room, green smoke curled up.

Lu Qingyuan and Leng Shanlan sat by the window.

Outside the building is the loud laughter of children playing, very happy.

But the atmosphere inside the building was extremely serious.

Lu Qingyuan picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Leng Shanlan, his face was unexpectedly calm and gentle.The former classmates, the former enemies, are now sitting at the same table and talking calmly.

"Today I really came to you sincerely."

Lu Qingyuan put down the teapot and said solemnly.

"I did a lot of wrong things in the past, I'm afraid I don't understand them now, but I mean it sincerely. I swear on my life that the Demon Realm will never harm the Dark Realm and kill people again. And I..."

Lu Qingyuan looked at Leng Shanlan, and said firmly: "I will do my best to fight Jiu Shengtian, drive him out of the darkness, and return the people to peace."

Leng Shanlan frowned slightly, and looked at Lu Qingyuan with slightly closed phoenix eyes, both surprised and hesitant at his words.

Seeing the other party's expression and reaction, Lu Qingyuan was not surprised at all. After all, the old Demon Lord did a lot of evil and turned good overnight, no one would believe it.

Lu Qingyuan shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, and called out sincerely: "Senior Sister."

The long-lost address broke all the barriers between the two.

At this moment, there are no Mozun and Leng Huang here anymore, only Junior Brother Lu and Senior Sister Leng of the Cangxuan Sect.

Seeing that the doubts in Leng Shanlan's eyebrows eased slightly, Lu Qingyuan continued: "I know that my senior sister can't bear the suffering of the common people, and has been secretly fighting against the forces of Jiu Shengtian. Now that I'm back, I naturally have to ask my senior sister for help."

Leng Shanlan was silent for a long time, the slag leaves in the teacup in front of him floated up and down, and finally sank to the bottom of the cup without returning.She finally asked slowly, "Why are you doing this?"

Lu Qingyuan chuckled lightly, took a sip from the cup of tea, his eyes were as gentle as water, as if flowing slowly on a moonlit night in the spring river.

He was also silent for a moment, and only responded softly when the mist on the tea was gone.Although the voice was soft, it was extremely firm.

"No reason, maybe, I just want senior brother to be happy."

Leng Shanlan stared at the gentle-looking person in front of her. If Lu Qingyuan was talking about the common people in the world, or the journey of the great road, she would definitely get up and leave without hesitation.

And he was talking about Shen Mengzhuang, so she understood and understood the sincerity.

It is truer than real gold.

After returning from the teahouse, Lu Qingyuan started to plan.The strength of the Demon Realm is not as good as before, and it cannot go head-to-head with Jiu Shengtian, not to mention losing the general Sanshou Qiying.

After his death, the three-headed Qiying returned to Jiu Shengtian and recovered as a god, beast and spirit.

In addition, there are Xuan Jinyan eyeing.If you can get rid of the statement and lead the skeleton army, it would be great to control the enemy with the enemy.

The red candles are burning, and the figure leans over the desk to read ancient books without closing his eyes.

It was already sunset outside the hall, when Mo Zhuang came in, he found that Lu Qingyuan had fallen asleep lying on the desk, so he found a piece of clothing to cover him.

The pamphlets and ancient books under him were piled up like a mountain, and many of them were slightly curled up.Mo Zhuang took out the bamboo slips that were sticking to his head, fearing that Lu Qingyuan would not sleep well, he pinched his clothes and covered the sleeping person

The shallow breathing echoed in his ears, and Mo Zhuang didn't take a look and leave quietly as usual.Standing beside Lu Qingyuan, he looked down at An Ran's profile face in front of him, his long eyelashes were trembling slightly, his skin was fair, and his cheeks were still bright red.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand to gently caress Lu Qingyuan's cheek, Mo Zhuang suddenly smiled lightly.Touching his forehead with his fingers, he flicked it like revenge, and whispered: "The ability to toss people really hasn't changed at all."

The sleeping person snorted softly, as if talking in his sleep, as if he was dissatisfied with Mo Zhuang taking the opportunity to take revenge.

Mo Zhuang shook his head helplessly, smiled wryly, and touched Lu Qingyuan's forehead.Then he blew out the candles beside him, closed the door lightly and left.

The autumn wind was slightly cool, and Mo Zhuang couldn't help trembling with his arms folded.He sat under the eaves, leaning his head against the pillars to watch the will-o'-the-wisps floating in the air.

There is indeed a Mo Zhuang in the world, an ordinary person who has nothing to do with Shen Mengzhuang.

However, Mo Zhuang died more than ten years ago, the year Shen Mengzhuang died.

He is indeed not Mo Zhuang, he is Shen Mengzhuang.

But so what?

Back then, when the fire burned him, he should have been wiped out in ashes and smoke.But at the last moment, the big gift package left to him by the system that year was triggered.The scattered souls regrouped and flew back to An Xu Peak, but was hooked by Feng Tian by mistake.Feng Tian used the blood curse to revive the corpse, and when he woke up, he became Mo Zhuang.

At that time, Mo Zhuang was only four or five years old, and his memory as Shen Mengzhuang was frozen like a glacier.As Mo Zhuang grew up, Shen Mengzhuang's memory glacier gradually melted and recovered.

Shen Mengzhuang folded his arms on his knees, counting the endless stars in the sky, just like counting the stars in the night sky.

The blood curse back then required him not to meet Lu Qingyuan.Xu Shi's soul did not cooperate, and in the end he bargained with Fengtian and ended up not being able to recognize and love each other.

Thanks to the system, to Fengtian, to their eight generations of ancestors.

Shen Mengzhuang clenched his arms tightly, lowered his head, and buried his whole face in his arms, like a child who has suffered all kinds of grievances and has nowhere to vent.

How could it be possible not to fall in love with Lu Qingyuan.

After all his memories were restored, he immediately asked about Lu Qingyuan's news.He cautiously expected to learn about Lu Qingyuan's recent situation from others, but was told that Lu Qingyuan had died a year ago.

The world cheered and jumped, but he fell into an ice cave.

And that day, when he saw Lu Qingyuan, he really saw the person he was thinking of.The ecstasy almost burst through his chest. His heartbeat had already betrayed him, but it was a pity that Lu Qingyuan couldn't hear it.

He wanted to rush over and hug Lu Qingyuan tightly. It has been 14 years, and they have never been separated for so long.

The world changes, and turns a thousand times.

From the moment he saw Lu Qingyuan, sure enough.

No matter what happened, no matter who he was, he couldn't help but love Lu Qingyuan.

Feeling unacceptable, going deeper.

If he can't love Lu Qingyuan as Shen Mengzhuang, then as Mo Zhuang, if Lu Qingyuan can accept it.

The evening wind blew the hem of his clothes, and the fallen leaves floated down from the eaves, landed on Shen Mengzhuang's shoulders, and slid along his arms to his feet.

The people inside the door fell asleep soundly, and the people outside the door waited quietly.

They love each other through walls.

It was cold and windy at night, and Shen Mengzhuang saw the candles rekindling in the hall, so he got up and went in.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Lu Qingyuan stretched his waist, propped his chin, his face was still lazily sleepy, and even his voice was soft, staring at Shen Mengzhuang and said slowly: "Help me take a bath."