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When Qing Mo woke up, there was nothing comfortable, as if Du Jie was greeted by thunder crackling, only leaving him with a small life.

On the big bed carved with fragrant wood, with layers of gorgeous bed curtains, Qing Mo opened his eyes and struggled to remember, then grinned and smiled foolishly.

When you have had enough fun, you will feel sad.

Tao Cheng disappeared, and he didn't stay by his side. He didn't get up to fetch water, and took care of him, a half-disabled person, to wash his mouth and get dressed.

"There are flowers that can be folded." Qing Mo muttered with pouted lips, and then he pushed himself up again and again, his body was not naked, but it was refreshing and clean. He lifted the quilt and looked under himself, all swollen, pitiful Shrunk into a small ball, Qingmo touched it, "Don't be wronged, there are people who suffer more than you." As he said, he shrunk his buttocks, and there was a burst of sadness, "Hey, it's a pity that I can't see it."

After lifting the curtain of the bed, I realized that this is not a painting boat. Qingmo tilted her head in wonder, and saw a bathtub behind the screen, with a long towel on the side of the bucket, which was obviously used. Qingmo restored the scene by imagining, Tao Cheng Holding him to take a bath together, Tao Cheng also helped him wash, Qingmo became happy again after thinking about it.

There were folded clothes beside the pillow, Qing Mo shook them open, and it was a white long gown, he had never worn a girdle, and he fiddled with it for a long time with his head down, but he didn't succeed, so he simply dangled in the clothes all by himself, feeling at ease , he stretched his waist and pushed open the door, squinting his eyes under the glare of the bright sky.

"My lord is awake, I will prepare water for you to wash up." The servant who had been waiting all morning hurried over.

Qingmo shrank back in fright, covered his forehead with one hand and moved it away without hesitation, squinting his eyes to look at this young man, acting like a monkey king in a troupe, "You, who are you?"

The servant replied, "The waiter of the brothel yard, the manager ordered me to serve you."

Qingmo's eyes widened, his gaze passed over the servant, it was the same as what he saw last night by the window of the painting boat, and he suddenly recalled Tao Cheng's words "you can stay in the brothel for now", Qingmo had mixed feelings for a moment, thinking about it His contract of sale should also be transferred from the Tao Mansion to the brothel, so it's useless to run away, let alone...he wants to listen to Tao Cheng's words.

Qing Mo smiled, rubbed his face again, who knows how to enjoy yourself in time, "Please, prepare water, and prepare a bowl of chicken noodle soup, I'm starving to death."

After eating the noodles, Qingmo slept on the deck chair under the tree while stroking his belly, the sun was dappled, and the soft wind blowing from the lake was slightly moist, making him extremely comfortable.He was holding a weeping willow in his hand, the willow leaves were slender, and the new shoots just pulled out from the tip were bright yellow, which was pitiful, Qing Mo waved his hand twice, this time the action seemed to be chasing flying insects, he was caught by himself I laughed softly.

"I remember everything, I remember everything." Qingmo murmured, and then began to spoil the willow branch, pulling off a young leaf, "He will come", and another one, "He won't come", so it won't take long , the wicker leaves only the bare branches, Qingmo's hands resting in the air, looking down at the scattered green leaves, and then at the only small bright yellow that fell on the top, as if caught in a in trouble.

"You're still too young," Qing Mo's fingertips touched the bright yellow, with a serious expression, "You can't call it a 'leaf', you can only call it a 'bud'." As he spoke, the frown opened, The whole person relaxed and slumped into the recliner, "So, he will come."

Qing Mo closed her eyes, the breeze blew, exuding a trace of tiredness, and faintly blew the laughter from the octagonal brothel.

In the past, the year he came back from the Changzhou Orchard, the year before they became strangers, he and Tao Cheng often laughed and joked together, although it was sneaky, you must not let Second Grandma Qiao know, otherwise, it will be like Afterwards, these laughing noises will only exist in his memories and dreams.

Qingmo leisurely recalled the first time they met, he was seven years old, he had never read any books except for the comic strips that Aunt Zhou picked up from the discarded pile, so his poor vocabulary was only the size of a grain of rice, or A shriveled rice, he hid behind Aunt Zhou, thinking, these two boys who are as tall as him are so beautiful.

Do you want to read and practice calligraphy with them?There is a little deer in Xiao Qingmo's heart. Before he was brought here by Aunt Zhou, he was playing alone in the sand and mud. Aunt Zhou hurriedly wiped his hands and face, and told him, " The master showed great mercy and invited the teacher to teach the two young masters, and he still misses you in his heart, otherwise why would he ask you to go to study together!"

Xiao Qingmo's eyes lit up, "Is there a gentleman here to teach me how to read?"

Aunt Zhou said comfortingly, "Yes, study hard, and being able to read and write will be of great use!" After finishing speaking, she showed worry, held his two little hands, and coaxed, "Qingmo, the two young masters are precious You must not contradict them, and you will see their mother later, if that person says something that makes you wrong, you are not allowed to cry, if you cry, you will have no books to read, you know."

Xiao Qingmo agreed, and since she agreed, she endured the red eyes without letting the tears fall, only the teacher and their three students were left in the yard, and the beautiful boy named Tao Che hid away from him. Far away, shouted, "Unlucky!"

Xiao Qingmo was at a loss, and was led away by the teacher. He only felt that the big hand was his only support at the moment, so he grabbed it tightly. The teacher lowered his head and smiled at him, "So what if you are unlucky? How can you know that it is not a blessing?" ?”

Xiao Qingmo couldn't understand, his nose twitched, and suddenly the other hand was held, he tilted his head, and saw Tao Cheng smiling at him, "I'm lucky, I'll give it to you, but I can't Let my mother know, let's keep quiet."

Tao Che screamed anxiously at the side, and yelled at Tao Cheng, "Brother! Let him go! He is a servant, and he is still unlucky. How can you hold him!"

Qingmo had just been threatened by Grandma Qiao, and remembered Aunt Zhou's advice, so she was startled and hurriedly pulled her hand back, but unfortunately she couldn't do it several times, and was still held tightly by Tao Cheng, this beautiful boy He was able to fight Tao Che with ease, "I'm going to hold him! You tell mother to go, and I will say that you are jealous of my nonsense. You see, mother will believe you or me!"

Tao Che was so angry that he was about to cry, and stomped his feet, "I don't want to be unlucky! Father is so confused, why did he ask the servants to study with us!"

Tao Cheng laughed at him, took Qingmo's hand and shook it, as if he was afraid that it would not be enough to stimulate Tao Che, then turned his head to look at Qingmo, "If I am really infected by you and become unlucky, the two of us Just play together, you look good, I won't suffer if I play with you."

The gentleman was teased and laughed, "You are a plastic talent." After all, he imitated Tao Cheng and waved Qingmo's little hand. From Tao Che's point of view, the three of them, one big, two young and three people, were so happy. Anxious and angry, like an ant on a hot pan, his face flushed red.

Qingmo was also blushing. He looked at Tao Cheng in a daze, tears streaming down his face, and asked in disbelief, "Will you play with me?"

Little Tao Cheng nodded vigorously, "Yes! But if you become ugly, I won't play with you." Then he raised his hand and rubbed Qingmo's face, "Don't cry, look at you Crying is so ugly."

Qing Mo blinked again and again, trying to blink back the tears, and held her breath in her throat, hiccupping several times, and then blushed and stopped the tears.

Tao Cheng patted him on the shoulder like a grown-up, "That's right, smile again, it will definitely look better!"

Xiao Qingmo shyly raised her head to find the teacher for help, but the teacher helped with great interest and squeezed Qingmo's little hand.

So Qingmo sniffed, and grinned at Tao Cheng amidst Tao Che's screams that were on the verge of collapse.

It has been more than fifteen years since I was young, Qingmo thought, I didn't lie to you, I remember everything.