Little Slag Rebirth

##Brother, don't cry##

"Why hasn't my brother come back..."

A few-year-old Nai Tuanzi was lying pitifully in front of the window, thinking about his brother who disappeared when he woke up today.

From time to time, the child tried to stretch his neck to look out. He was young and short, so he could only cling to a small corner on one side of the window.

Under the wide window, the little Nai Tuanzi faintly revealed a somewhat lonely and aggrieved mood.

When Mu Xiangqiu came home, all he saw was a pouting child stuck to the window.

The white and tender milk dumpling is set off by the spacious and huge window sill, which is so small that it will be ignored if you don't pay attention.

He looked at his young brother, and the corners of his tightly pursed lips subconsciously drew a gentle arc.

Almost immediately, the child's big moist eyes lit up, looking at him without blinking.

It is full of joy and joy simply because of seeing his brother.

The cold and desolate mood was diluted a bit, and the warmth surging in his chest made the corners of his mouth widen a bit.

Stupid baby, have you been waiting for yourself?

Brother is finally back!

Mu Lianxia couldn't wait to run out. He was originally small, but now he ran like a ball. His cheerful posture made Uncle Qin who was standing by the side couldn't help turning his head and coughing softly——oooh, young master How can you be so cute~

Bend □ to catch the milk dumpling that was rushing towards him, Mu Xiangqiu naturally kissed that white and tender face deeply, "Do you miss my brother?"

"Think about it, think about it~" The child in his arms tried hard to ask for credit for his elder brother, but he has been obediently lying by the window since he woke up, waiting for his elder brother to come back.

The child blinked a pair of big round eyes, and in order to increase his persuasiveness, he even rushed forward and kissed his brother back on the face.

The milk dumpling in my arms was warm and soft when I hugged it, and when I kissed it, the touch on my cheek was slightly moist and had a milky fragrance.

Seeing his elder brother narrowing his eyes happily, the obedient child leaned over and kissed him again.

Mu Xiangqiu, who was still a young boy, was holding the child in his arms. The loneliness and alienation that had been in his body just now were inexplicably dispelled, and the heads of the two were close together, incomparable harmony.

Standing aside, Mu Tianhua, who had been completely ignored from beginning to end, was drawn into a smile by the brotherly love in front of him. After laughing, he sighed softly, recalling the scene in the cemetery just now in his mind.

The withered and dry leaves were taken away from the branches by the autumn wind, and after a few whirls in the air, they finally landed on the blue-gray stone steps.

The little boy stood silently in front of a tombstone, his hands at his sides clenched tightly.

His lips were tightly pursed, his face was expressionless, and he could only see the helplessness and sadness that he tried to hide from his black eyes.

Mu Tianhua sighed inwardly, he was still a child after all.

He patted Mu Xiangqiu on the shoulder and walked a little further away, leaving room for his eldest son and...his wife.

Lan Haiwei, his first wife.

That woman who was once heroic and unyielding to her husband now only leaves a tombstone for others to pay tribute to.

Even though it was a marriage formed out of interests, he still admired Lan Haiwei.

This was the first time he brought Mu Xiangqiu here in ten years.

Mu Tianhua raised his head and looked at the back of his eldest son.

From this angle, he could only see the straight back of the little boy and the exposed corner of the cold stone tablet.

For so long, he has been hesitating when to let Mu Xiangqiu face this matter.

It was one thing to know that my mother had died.

It is another thing for a child to face the cold tombstone, point to the thin paper photo on it and tell him that it is the mother he will never see again.

Fortunately, the child never asked, so he let the matter take its course and dragged it down.

He watched Mu Xiangqiu grow up little by little, the firm and cold look in his eyes became more and more similar to the woman in his memory, and finally he had to admit that it was her child after all.

Some people say that Mu Xiangqiu has an extraordinary demeanor at a young age, and Mr. Mu is really good at teaching.

But he knew that instead of saying that, it would be better to say that Mu Xiangqiu had inherited that woman's strength of character - her awe-inspiring aura, and the gentleness she would have towards a certain person, were simply carved out of the same mold.

Bloodline is really a wonderful kind of inheritance and bond.

Even though that woman had never had the opportunity to teach Mu Xiangqiu after he became sensible, the young man's brows and eyes were still immature and cold, which was exactly the same as her many years ago.

Only then did Mu Tianhua realize that he had no right to use protection and distress as an excuse to deprive a child of the right to honor his mother.

The boy's back is straight and straight with a hint of stubbornness, standing silently.

Like a wounded beast, even if it hurts to the bone, it refuses to show weakness. It raises its head lonely and proudly, chews up the pain and sorrow, and swallows it.

Mu Tianhua knew that his eldest son had always shown maturity beyond his age.

He thought that it would be easier for the child to accept it when he grew up.

But looking at the cold and stubborn back of the young man, Mu Tianhua finally realized how wrong his thoughts all along were.

No matter how mature, it will not make a child less sad when facing his mother's tombstone.

Such real pain will not disappear just because he grows up.

Maybe the way of facing and dealing with it will be different, but that's all.

It has nothing to do with mind, it has nothing to do with experience, it has nothing to do with age.

The boy walked to Mu Tianhua's side, still expressionless, but Mu Tianhua saw his red eyes.

By the time they got home, the redness in Mu Xiangqiu's eyes still hadn't faded.

Waking up from the memories, and seeing the boy in front of him being hugged affectionately by the child in his arms, showing a doting smile, Mu Tianhua felt a little relieved, and he didn't care about the fact that the younger son "has a brother and doesn't want a father" Behavior.

Fortunately, there is also a milk dumpling in the family who can be cute and pestering, which warms up the cold eldest son a little bit, which brings a little bit of popularity.

But... I also ignored myself as a father too thoroughly. After all, he is their father. That brat only cares about acting like a baby to his brother, and he doesn't even have a perfunctory look like him. It's too miserable!

Why?ahh?Ahhh?

"Cough." Seeing his master's displeasure, Uncle Qin hurriedly stepped forward, "You two young masters, it's cold outside, let's go in and talk about it."

Mu Tianhua: Old Qin even ignores me...

It's already autumn, and the weather is really starting to cool down.

Hearing Uncle Qin's words, Mu Xiangqiu immediately walked into the house with the child in his arms, and while pressing his face against the other's, feeling the cool and slippery touch on his cheek, he frowned involuntarily.

Of course Mu Lianxia, ​​who was only a few years old, couldn't understand the self-blame in her elder brother's heart. She thought that her elder brother was playing with him, so she smiled and cooperated and moved her face towards him, like a small animal, soft and very soft. Looks like a bully.

Seeing his youngest son smiling stupidly, Mu Tianhua was upset again, why didn't you see me being so close to me, I usually bribed you a lot for playing and eating, brat, I don't treat you like this!

Uncle Qin, on the other hand, was so happy that he almost crossed his hands and shed two moving tears—ah~ what a beautiful picture of the two young masters together~

As for Father Mu who was left out and extremely upset, Uncle Qin said——

(⊙o⊙) Huh?Patronizing to see the two young masters, I didn't pay attention to the others...

Entering the bedroom, Mu Xiangqiu took off the child's plush rabbit slippers, shook off the quilt and wrapped him up several times before he was satisfied.

Hugging Mu Lianxia who was wrapped into a big rice dumpling, the little boy buried his head in the child's neck and took a deep breath.

The sweet and milky smell of the child made Mu Xiangqiu's eyes warm, and the sadness he had endured for a long time finally found an outlet to vent.He has endured for too long and been strong for too long, no matter how calm and mature he appears, only he knows how tired and exhausted he is deep in his heart.

There seemed to be liquid dripping from the neck, and Mu Lianxia was scalded by the hot temperature contained in it, and instinctively flinched and wanted to avoid it, but hesitated for a while, and finally held back.

Even though he was ignorant, he felt the exhaustion and sadness spreading from his brother.

Ever since he could remember, his brother had always been with him.

He knew that, unlike himself, his brother was smart and sensible, and was often praised by uncles and aunts who came to the house.

The little boy who has been praised will politely express his gratitude.

But such a brother will show a gentle and patient smile to himself. He doesn't think he is stupid at all. He taught him to read the beautiful plants in the illustrated book over and over again, even if he accidentally wet the bed with his brother last time. Angry, but also gently wash him fragrant.

Every time when you are sad, when you are at a loss, when you are wronged, this person is by your side.

He also wanted to do something so that his brother would not be sad.

The whole body of the child was wrapped in the quilt, leaving only one cerebellum exposed. He tried several times to get his hand out, but failed, and was hugged even tighter instead.

In desperation, the child had no choice but to use the only moving head to rub against his elder brother's neck, and his soft lips with a bit of coolness pressed against the other's earlobe, moving as he spoke.

"Brother, don't cry...don't be sad...you are sad, Lianxia is also sad...don't cry, brother..."

A four-year-old child still doesn't know how to comfort him, so he can only express his inner feelings. In the end, only one sentence "brother, don't cry" is left over and over again, but it is such a dry and clumsy comforting sentence that makes Mu Xiangqiu soften his eyes .

He raised his head, froze for a moment, showing a bit of a dumbfounding expression, and nodded the child's nose, "Why are you crying?"

"...Ah?" Did he cry, he didn't notice.

The milk ball in his arms looked at him stupidly with tears on his face, suddenly struggled a few times, the weak strength was easily suppressed by Mu Xiangqiu, and then he hugged him tightly again in satisfaction, not even himself I found that today he is much more domineering than before.

The child stared at Mu Xiangqiu's face and thought in distress for a while, and finally leaned forward and stretched out the tip of his tender tongue, licking away the tears on Mu Xiangqiu's face little by little.

The bitter taste wrinkled the bun's face, but he still licked it bit by bit persistently.Because it was too close, the tears on his own face also rubbed on Mu Xiangqiu's face, and as a result...

After licking this side and that side, the child bustled back and forth dedicatedly, and at the end Mu Xiangqiu's face couldn't tell whether it was tears or saliva...

Is this the rhythm of the legendary "paste your face"? -_-|||

In the end, the child was finally satisfied, and leaned close to rub his brother's handsome face covered with saliva, and even rubbed his own face, "Brother, don't cry."

No matter how sad he was, this child wiped away the corners of Mu Xiangqiu's mouth. The warmth and emotion in his eyes slowly flowed in his dark eyes, "Silly baby, what does tears taste like?"

The child smashed his mouth, thought about it carefully, and then wrinkled his nose and replied: "Bitter."

"Is it bitter..." The young man smiled, lowered his head and stuck out his tongue to stroke the child's mouth lightly, tasting the bitterness.

I don't know if it's my own or the child's.

Mu Lianxia obediently let the other party's tongue stick in, and then slowly swiped it. When her mouth was free again, she nodded and said, "It's bitter, it's not tasty at all, so brother, don't cry."

Young children don't understand that some things don't just have to be promised.

Crying is actually a way of expressing sadness.

He only knew that his brother was sad, so he cried; if he didn't cry, it meant that his brother was no longer sad.

He didn't want to see his brother sad.

When my brother cried, he was also sad.

Mu Xiangqiu looked deeply at the child in his arms, with inexplicable emotions flashing in his dark eyes, "Brother promises you, I won't cry."

This little boy comforted himself clumsily, followed by tears, but when asked, he couldn't even tell why he was crying, and would only persistently say "Brother, don't cry" over and over again.

Leaning over to lick away the tears on his face softly, it was like the movements of little beasts licking each other's wounds, so intimate.

This is more than a thousand words of comfort.

Brother does not cry.

I don't want you to be sad with me, baby.

The author has something to say: When editing the article, I changed the age of the elder brother to 17 years old when Xiao Zha was just reborn and came back.

The elder brother entered the company for training in the first year of high school, and he had already trained for three years when he went abroad, so the next plot will be much smoother. (Actually, Sajia really wants the elder brother to use his talent all the way to point MAX to block and kill magic scum, but we still try to be as reliable as possible)

The latest update is late, just get through this month, let's all be fucked together!

In addition, children who have finished the college entrance examination, please enjoy this holiday to the fullest. For grades and other things, Mou Bai prefers the reincarnation of heaven and let nature take its course. [Ni Zongkai, you have misunderstood my son!

Originally, I wanted to write a few small fragments of my previous life in this chapter, but I didn't expect that a stalker would write the amount of a chapter...

I can't save this detail control!

Hey, Sun Shaobin, what are you doing here?

Sun Shaobin: "Too obsessed with details has seriously affected the development of the plot. It is recommended to change the author. The appraisal is complete."

A certain white: "You are enough, Sun Shaobin, don't run out without your role in these chapters and make a fuss, be careful, I will make you drool from the little scum! -_-#"

Eldest brother [lets air-conditioning]: "Huh?"