No.1 Puppet Master

Lang He's room became the scene of the crime, so he had to pack up and change rooms.He sat on the bed in the new room in a trance with lingering fear, and Maureen tugged at the corner of his clothes.

"Are you afraid?"

Lan He looked at him: "...No."

"Then what are you thinking?"

Lan He sighed heavily, with a hesitant look on his face, he hesitated for a long time before saying: "...Are you watching me sleep in my room every night?"

A brief silence.

"Is there a problem?"

"Except for the first few days of living together, I sent you back to the main house every night... Why did you come back in the middle of the night..." Lan He looked puzzled.

"If I wasn't by your side last night, the body that was cleaned up this morning might be yours." Mo Lin didn't care much, and sat next to Lan He, leaning on him.

Recalling the first night when he woke up and found a figure peeping at him in the dark, he couldn't help shivering.However, Lan He has always been unable to do anything about Molin. After a moment of ideological struggle, he finally lowered his head and sighed helplessly.

"In the future, you don't have to be so sneaky, just tell me directly."

"What are you talking about? Do I want to sleep with you?" Mo Lin smiled slightly.

Lan He was at a loss for words for a while: "I, I'll think about it." Sensing Mo Lin's burning eyes, he chose to change the subject: "...What happened last night, do you really think Lan Lan did it?"

Due to his petite stature, Mo Lin sat on the bed and couldn't touch the ground at all. He shook his legs like a child and said casually, "So what if it is, so what if it's not?"

"I'm afraid it won't end that easily."

"Yeah..." Mo Lin jumped off the bed, he looked a little eager to try, his usually pale face flushed with excitement: "For my dear Mr. Lanhe, I am willing to kill all possibilities in the cradle .”

Like Lange said, things won't end so easily.

In the dead of night, Lan Qingzhi's room was still brightly lit.He sat on the recliner and closed his eyes to rest, while Lan Feng paced back and forth in the room.

"The plan was revealed, why are you still so flexible?" He was anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

"It's useless to be anxious." Lan Qingzhi replied slowly.

"It's still too sloppy! It was actually discovered by Lord Mo Lin on the spot."

Lan Qingzhi opened his eyes: "Master Mo Lin has no secret of his partiality towards Lan He. If I don't make a move, I'm afraid it will be too late."

"Lan Lan's shield has been used, what should we do next?"

Lan Qingzhi couldn't help feeling angry when he thought of Lan He, who had a low status, sitting on the position of Patriarch.He clenched his fists with both hands, with a stern expression, and said word by word: "You can't lose the game, and Lan He must die!"

As soon as the words were finished, the curtains on the balcony lifted without wind, and accompanied by the light and nightmarish words, a small figure appeared behind him, and he walked into the room step by step with a cane.

"Mr. Lan Qingzhi is really greedy."

Lan Qingzhi and Lan Feng were terrified by the familiar young voice.

"You seem to be discussing something interesting, can you let me participate?" Mo Lin walked in front of the two.

"Mo, Master Mo Lin..." Lan Feng half opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer: "How could..."

"The assassin last night frightened Mr. Lan He. He was worried that things would not be simple, so he asked me to take care of you two."

After listening to Mo Lin's hypocritical greeting, Lan Qingzhi lowered his shoulders and laughed.Maybe it's useless to explain because he was caught right away.He took off his usual mask, stood up and hugged his arms, grinning and gnashing his teeth: "Lord Mo Lin, you have already chosen someone as the head of the family in your heart from the beginning to the end, why did you play with us in the applause!"

Mo Lin tilted his head and thought for a while, then sneered viciously: "That's because it's very interesting to see you fighting openly and secretly."

"The Lan family's century-old foundation fell into the hands of a layman with impure blood, are you really happy?" Lan Feng asked tremblingly.

"Even if Mr. Lan He asked me to destroy Lan's century-old foundation, I would gladly accept it." Mo Lin seemed to find Lan Feng's question funny, and spread his hands indifferently.

"My plan can't be seen through so easily!" Lan Qingzhi was always confident, he didn't believe that it took only half a day for Mo Lin to find him.

"Whether you did it or not, for the safety of Mr. Lan He, it is better to kill you all." Mo Lin shrugged: "Besides, your acting skills are so exaggerated, it really makes me feel funny."

Lan Qingzhi, who knew that there was no way out, was like falling into ice and snow. He expected that Mo Lin would have a preference for Lan He, but he didn't expect that he would disregard the fate of the entire family for Lan He.He actually had a delusion that he could beat Lan He. In Mo Lin's eyes, he was just an ant, a clever clown who pretended to be clever. He had already lost completely before the game started.

Feeling an inexplicable external force on the knee, Lan Qingzhi and Lan Feng fell to their knees together.

Lan Qingzhi's throat choked, and he asked desperately, "Why? Why is it Lan He..."

"That's a secret between me and Mr. Lan He, you are not qualified to know."

Mo Lin squatted in front of the two of them, resting his chin in one hand, and waved his cane in front of their eyes with the other: "But I'm very happy about one thing, and I have to thank Mr. Lan Qingzhi."

Lan Qingzhi didn't know why.

"I was still thinking about how to kill you a few days ago, but I didn't expect you to offer me a weapon yourself. It's really great!" Mo Lin grinned and smiled strangely: "I really like this Gift...Really, thank you very much, sir." His exquisite face was distorted under the extreme excitement, even so, Maureen did not forget his innate etiquette and upbringing when he was crazy.

He admired the fearful eyes of Lan Qingzhi and Lan Feng, and then elegantly pierced their chests with the tip of the cane.

Their deaths did not cause a stir in the family, at least on the surface.

Mo Lin calmly made people dispose of the unrecognizable corpse, and resorted to tricks, blaming Lan Lan, who was the most suspected, and took revenge on Lan Qingzhi's plan to assassinate him when he was publicly exposed by Lan Qingzhi. with secondary threats.

The high-spirited and fierce girl in the past was finally imprisoned in the dungeon, never to see the light of day.The so-called stupid people have stupid blessings. Lan Huan escaped unharmed because of his ambition and lack of IQ. The death of his brother also made him dare not covet the position of Patriarch.

The unprecedented conflict between the two sons-in-law in the main house before was obvious to all, and with Mo Lin's extremely authoritative verdict, everyone in the Lan family did not dare to disagree.The facts that only Maureen knew were buried in the dust of time.

This is a decaying family. When absolute status and power are shrouded, the weak choose to submit and accept the dreams created by the strong. When the structure becomes indestructible and there are no redundant competitors, the only lucky one becomes the ruler of all. The □□ person.

Langhe is the supporter of Morin, and this has never changed.

The family farce with a preordained ending officially came to an end after Lan He received the patriarch's badge from Mo Lin.What awaits Lan He is a brand new life and road, but he will never know that there is someone who walks in front of him and overcomes obstacles for him with bloody hands.

But he doesn't need to know either.

Mo Lin was so happy to do things for Lan He. If the truth was revealed, it would be so boring.

"Have you heard? The new Patriarch of the Lan family is actually a remote offspring with impure blood!"

"Of course I've heard of it! You must know that Lan's has never had such a big event in a hundred years."

"I have a friend who works in Lan Zhai. He told me that the new head of the family is so cruel that he killed two of his direct descendants who were competing with him before he became the head of the house."

"Lan's is afraid that the sky will change..."

……

For a while, there were many rumors and gossips in the streets and alleys, and Lan He had no time to pay attention to them here.In Lan's spacious master's room, the lights illuminate the ancient family totem. In front of the desk, there are layers of information and documents that almost bury his body.

The deaths of Lan Qingzhi and Lan Feng brought him great distress.In addition to arranging the funeral and issuing documents to the entire family to explain the cause and effect, they also had to deal with the heavy burdens of the two during their lifetimes - piled up family documents and financial affairs.

Lan He, who had never been in contact with such things, seemed to be in a hurry, and finally got a few words of advice from Mo Lin, so he survived the difficulty.

He lowered his head to annotate the official document intently, and his appearance of concentrating on it is quite the demeanor of a patriarch.

Little did he know that Mo Lin on the sofa was staring at him with fascination, from his face to his hands to his waist to his legs, he would not let go of everything he looked at.He was playing with a crystal clear violet pendant in his hand. It was the "birth" that Lan He brought with him when they first met, a necklace that symbolized the promise.

After a long time, Mo Lin seemed to think of something suddenly, and he looked thoughtfully at the mural on the wall.

The oil painting full of historical traces eternally depicts the successive patriarchs of the Lan family. His eyes swept over everything, and finally stopped at the position of the first one. The appearance of the person in that painting was actually quite similar to that of Lan He .Under the mottled screen, there is a name that is both familiar and unfamiliar to Mo Lin——

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The author has something to say: it will end tomorrow

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What beautiful words should be used to describe him?

Gentle, dedicated, omnipotent, genius, or...perfect.

In Lan's spacious lord's room, lights illuminated the sacred family totem, and in front of the desk, layers of information and documents almost buried his body.

He is dealing with a contract renewal transaction document from a partner, and the other party hopes to have the honor to visit you in two days to discuss a longer-term cooperation.

He pushed his glasses, and gracefully and calmly signed his name with a quill pen at the end - Lan Mo.

Lan Mo, the first head of the Lan family, the great No.1 puppet master, his perfect father.

"What are you looking at?" Noticing the focused gaze from elsewhere, Lan Mo put down the pen in his hand and walked towards him.

Warm and huge palms touched his head, and rubbed it pamperingly. Feeling the calluses on the other's fingers, Mo Lin narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.

"Sir, I'm bored." He grabbed Lan Mo by the corner of his clothes, not wanting him to leave again.

Mo Lin's title made Lan Mo sigh helplessly. He patted Mo Lin's forehead as a punishment, and said, "Mr. What? Call me Sir Father."

"Mr. Lan Mo, I won't call you father." Maureen looked at him seriously: "Even if you are my 'father'."

Maureen is a puppet made by Lan Mo. He looks like a boy in his teens, but he is stubborn and old-fashioned in his speech, and he is not cute at all.These were not endowed by Lan Mo. Morin's personality was influenced by nature and nurture just like all human children.

"Okay." Lan Mo no longer struggled. If Maureen was willing to change his name, it would have been determined as early as the day he made Maureen, instead of forcing it with his mouth now, which is not in line with his education method.

Lan Mo hugged Mo Lin into his arms and arranged his clothes intimately.

"Let me see... Well, let's sew another shirt for you to wear every day. This one is really too expensive."

"Oh, it would be nice to add a little tie."

"Should I wear a peaked cap again? I think that is very suitable."

"Is there something empty on your finger? I'll have someone make a ring for you some other day."

Lan Mo babbled, as if talking to himself.Maureen would not answer his unnutritious words. For him, every word of Lan Mo was an absolute command, and he only needed to obey quietly.Maureen would do anything for him as long as it pleased him.

Of course it doesn't include calling him father.

For this title, Mo Lin resisted from the bottom of his heart. Once he shouted it, the relationship between him and Lan Mo would deteriorate, and he would be imprisoned in a parent-child cage from then on. This was not the result that Mo Lin wanted to see.

He has extraordinary feelings for Lan Mo, but unfortunately the other party doesn't know it.But Mo Lin is not going to tell him yet, because...

"Are you hungry? Do you want to have afternoon tea with me?" Lan Mo poked Mo Lin's cheek to bring him back from his contemplation.

"Okay." As long as you can be with Lan Mo, you can do anything.

The Lan family is just a new small family, supported by Lan Mo alone.After finally getting rid of the fiscal deficit not long ago, today's afternoon tea seems a bit shabby.

A plate of sweet and delicious pastries, a pot of steaming black tea.

Black tea is one of Lan Mo's favorite things. No matter where he is, he will make a cup of black tea and be intoxicated by the rich fragrance.

Realizing that Mo Lin was looking at him again, Lan Mo handed his teacup to Mo Lin: "Do you want to try it too?"

Mo Lin took it, and tasted exactly where Lan Mo had drunk.Of course, Lan Mo would not notice these small details.

"How? It's delicious."

"Very fragrant." Mo Lin looked at the red color flowing in the teacup, which made him think of Lan Mo's flamboyant red hair all the time.

From then on, Mo Lin also fell in love with black tea.

The happy time is always so short.Although Mo Lin can enjoy the most time companionship, Lan Mo also has his own life.

In addition to the heavy family affairs, Lan Mo has his own family.

At present, Lan Mo, which is in charge of Lan Mo, is facing the challenge of changing careers.Lan Mo's father was a simple and honest cloth merchant who was on the go all year round. He died of illness a few years ago and left the immature family business to Lan Mo.

Lan Mo is not interested in the cloth trade, and is obsessed with making dolls.However, the family property cannot be thrown away. He obeyed his father's will and was ordered to marry the daughter of a gem dealer who had been friends with him for generations.It was an elegant and gentle woman, who had been childhood sweethearts with Lan Mo since childhood, and he had no reason to refuse.

The marriage contract with win-win relationship and profit gave Lan's sluggish property a sign of recovery.

Then he was born.

When Mo Lin opened his eyes, he was in a messy and dilapidated studio.He was sitting in what was only recognizable as a table.Under the dim candlelight, Lan Mo's tired face was full of surprises. He couldn't hold back the joy and hugged Mo Lin into his arms. At this moment, he seemed to own the whole world.

For Maureen, this is a strange world, a strange face, a familiar voice, and a familiar embrace.

These hands have hugged him like this for countless days and nights in the past.The dexterous fingers draw every outline for him, piece together every part, and sew every garment, tender and full of love.That's why Mo Lin knew him, his glass-like violet eyes locked tightly on the man in front of him, as if he wanted to engrave his face in his heart forever.

"What name should I give you?" Lan Mo frowned with distress.

"I'll just call you Maureen!" he said cheerfully.

"Don't look at me like that, there's a reason for that." He kissed Maureen's profile.

"In my name, with your surname."

It is said that Lan Mo of the Lan family made a doll that looks like a real person, and that doll seems to possess incredible power.Lan Mo is a paranoid genius. He has unconstrained ideas, a deep love fascination for dolls, and a pair of stitching and stitching skills.

But all his fascination with dolls was dedicated to Maureen, his first and last work.

"To celebrate your birth, this is a gift for you." He seemed a little embarrassed, a man who was usually immersed in his own world, had a slight blush on his ears.

In Lan Mo's palm lay a pendant that was exactly the same color as Mo Lin's eyes.

"I call it 'birth'. Because of it, you were born." Lan Mo explained: "This is made from the scraps left over from the production of your eyeballs."

Mo Lin took his gift, held it in his hand and looked at it: "Take it for me."

"Okay." Lan Moxi smiled.

Lan's business has officially changed from cloth to doll trading, with the full support of his wife, who is the daughter of a jeweler.The most critical part of making dolls - the raw material of the eyeballs, can be effectively solved.

The birth of Morin has successfully attracted a large number of princes and nobles who love rare and rare treasures.Because Molin is not for sale, rich people can only think of other dolls. For a while, collecting dolls became an inexplicable trend and became popular in the court.

Even spending a lot of money can't shake Lan Mo's dedication to Mo Lin. He no longer makes dolls by himself, teaches the technology to relatives with blood relations, and builds his own production line. Lan's doll industry has grown.

Everything is waiting to be done, and it is still in its infancy.

After enjoying the quiet afternoon tea, Lan Mo sat back at the table and continued his unfinished work until night fell.

Mo Lin didn't like the night, once it got dark, it meant that he could no longer stay by Lan Mo's side.Lan Mo wanted to go back to his room and be with his wife.

Mo Lin also disliked Lan Mo's wife very much, she occupied Lan Mo's night time and kept him out.

If possible, Maureen hopes to monopolize Lan Mo's fingers mending his clothes stitch by stitch, his lips touching the teacup, his defenseless face in deep sleep...

Lan Mo didn't allow it, he could give Mo Lin all the pampering during the day, and he would return to his wife's arms on time at night.

Just like Lan Mo's dedication to Mo Lin, he also has absolute loyalty to his wife, and outsiders cannot intervene.

Mo Lin is such an outsider, he understands that Lan Mo's feelings for him are completely different from those for his wife.So he couldn't say it, and he refused to call Lan Mo his father.

"Sir, may I be with you tonight?"

Lan Mo gently rubbed his head: "It's getting late, don't be coquettish, go to sleep."

Then the huge door closed, and the ruthless sound echoed in the corridor, separating him from Lan Mo.

Really, very reconciled.

If there was no such woman from the beginning, would it be possible to keep Lan Mo's eyes on him forever?

Lan's industry is booming in the hands of Lan Mo.An excellent patriarch may not need to do everything by himself, but he needs a pair of eyes that are good at discovering, to screen out talents who can see heavy responsibilities, to assist him, and to become his right-hand man.

From simply customizing exclusive dolls for the nobles at the beginning, to mass-producing similar dolls to break through the lower-class people, and gradually moving towards the popularization of civilians.

This is a long-term development goal, and Lan Mo wrote it into the family annals, and signed Mo Lin's name on the title page on a whim.His beloved, his masterpiece, must be respected by all clansmen.

If the days are still moving forward step by step, perhaps the future will be very different from the present.

Every bit of kindness that Lan Mo showed to Mo Lin bound him like a shackle, tortured him, and forced him.

Follow your instincts.

Let yourself go.

Keep it to yourself.

……

Countless voices in his head begged him to let Lan Mo's wife disappear forever, tempting him to imagine another future without that woman.

The turning point came on a rainy winter night in [-].

City A belongs to the southern city, as usual, it rarely snows in winter.But the winter of that year was extremely cold, and the streets and farmlands of City A were covered with snow all over the sky, causing terrible natural disasters.The icy roads have brought the economic capital, which relies on transactions, to a standstill. Goods cannot be sent into the city, and the crops in the farmland are withered. As a result, civilians died of hunger and cold.

Due to the high death toll, untreated bodies were buried in the snow at random.In the spring of the second year, when everything grew and the snow began to melt, a huge plague pervaded City A, shrouding people in fear of death.

Lan Mo's wife accidentally contracted the plague, coughing up blood all day long and unable to eat.

The medicine shops in City A are full of people, and it is difficult to buy a pair of medicines with a thousand dollars.The king ordered City A to be closed temporarily, waiting for a brand-new prescription to be developed before being released into the city. Many patients had no way to wait until that moment, and died.

Lan Mo tried his best, but he could only watch helplessly as his wife became more and more haggard and her breathing was weak.

At this moment, Maureen behind him spoke suddenly.

"I have a way to cure her."

Lan Mo begged Mo Lin as if grasping at a straw, and Mo Lin said something that surprised him.

"Sir, if I can, I would like to monopolize you."

When Mo Lin learned that the woman was infected with the plague, he was actually very happy in his heart.It seemed as if some god was helping him in the dark, so that he could see her die without even doing it himself.

Seeing that she was terminally ill and the medicine was hard to cure, Mo Lin was going to continue watching with cold eyes, but Lan Mo didn't want Lan Mo to lie on her bedside and cry bitterly.

It's okay, just be patient.At that time, he would gently kiss Lan Mo's eyes and stop his tears.

Lan Mo was talking to himself next to the woman late at night, while Maureen eavesdropped on the sofa and learned something that shocked him.

The woman was actually pregnant, and she had Lan Mo's child.

From being furious, to calculating, and finally to heartbroken Lan Mo's face that lost his smile.Could it be that after she died, Lan Mo would remain in a daze?

That was not what Maureen wanted.

What he wants to monopolize is Lan Mo's devotion, wants Lan Mo's eyes to be only for him, and wants Lan Mo's arms to be open only to him.

So he did an unreasonable thing.

"Sir, if possible, I would like to monopolize you." Mo Lin looked at Lan Mo quietly: "But I know it's impossible in this life."

"So can you make a promise with me? Swear on 'birth'." He took off the necklace around his neck.

"In exchange, I can save my wife's life."

Lan Mo couldn't believe it, he hesitated and said, "...why...what...you?"

"There is no reason, it's just that I want to do this." Mo Lin smiled slightly: "This opportunity is only once, sir, you must carefully consider it."

"...How do you save her?" Lan Mo was exhausted and his voice was hoarse.

"I am the child you created, don't you understand my abilities?"

"..."

"Are you worried about something? Don't worry, it is absolutely a perfect agreement, and neither my husband nor I will suffer."

Instigated by Mo Lin, Lan Mo agreed.

Mo Lin's condition is very simple, that is, he can only be with him in this life and the next life, and Lan Mo can only love him.

Everyone was happy in the ending, and Lan Mo's wife's illness gradually improved with the help of Mo Lin.But after his wife recovered, Mo Lin also left Lan's house and disappeared from sight.

Lan Mo once tried to find him.Maureen is a puppet with magical powers. As long as he doesn't want to, no one can find his hiding place.

Lan Mo's child was born, and the child also had the same creativity as Lan Mo. He was very happy, compiled all the skills into a book, passed it on to future generations, and worshiped "birth" as a family heirloom, and recorded it A story and agreement about this necklace.

Lan's made a doll that looks like a real person, which became a rumor.

One day in the future, if someone is lucky enough to be "born" and find Maureen, then the promised day is coming.

So a hundred years later, on a cold and rainy night, Lan He was running on a dark road with a suitcase, and when he came to the small doll shop at the end of the street out of breath, everything was doomed to be a long-planned "coincidence". .

END

The author has something to say: it's over w thank you all

This article should be regarded as an exercise written to retrieve the third-person description, and it was only filled in stutteringly with the encouragement of my friends.

The process is very stuck and difficult, yes, I will say it! !

Next, I'm going to return to the previous style of writing! ! ! (lie

In the preview, the next article should generally be a negative teaching material for "I am a Ghost".

If a ghost is a story about "revenge", then the next one is about "rescue"...