Blade of the Sun [Comprehensive]

Warring States Period.

Speechless brother.

It seems that he didn't learn to speak because of his poor ears since he was a child, so he is a mute.

It's midnight.The messy-haired child looked at Yan as if he was looking at a stranger, and a trace of emotion flashed in the eldest son's heart.

so poor.he thinks.

No matter how you look at it, I feel that this brother is so pitiful.

A Jiang said: "Let's leave after reading it, Master A Yan. It's time to sleep now." The maid lowered her head and said softly.

Ah Yan looked into the dull eyes of "A Yuan", and said, "I'll come to you next time..." He didn't say the last word "play".He is so busy that he doesn't even have time to play.

But anyway, I made a promise to see him.

A Yuan pulled the two corners of the quilt, his expressionless expression looked a little scary.

Ah Yan turned to leave.He had to walk down a winding corridor, across the yard, and then back to his room.There are vases in his room, a large suitcase, a drawer for small toys, and a row of decorations.But there is only one small table in this triple-stack-sized room.

Ah Jiang said in a deep voice: "Master Ah Yan, please go this way." She opened the paper door beside her.

Seems like it was never pulled apart.

There is a drag mark in the center of the dust.

Ah Yan lowered his body half-believingly and crawled over.

"Is there a shortcut? Why didn't you—" He suddenly fell silent.

Not only is it a shortcut to shorten the distance, it is simply a ditch that can be crossed with one leg.

Ah Yan walked through the paper door and returned to his room.

There is only a paper door between him and his younger brother.

(impossible.)

"I've never noticed anyone living next door!" Ah Yan said in a low voice.He didn't believe it, so he felt a little frightened and uneasy.As long as he can remember, he has lived in this room, but he has never heard a sound from the next room.

Ah Jiang silently closed the door.The silent child's lifeless eyes finally disappeared behind the paper door.

"Master A Yuan has always lived there."

He lived in the three-fold-sized room with a small door for climbing out or the door of the utility room, so close to his brother, but the other party never noticed his existence.

"Then why did you bring me in from there?" Ah Yan thought for a moment.However, when he looked at the maid Jiang Weihang's eyes, with tears flickering in them, he suddenly realized.

(Look, the existence of your younger brother who was born with you was hidden in the utility room like garbage.)

Ah Yan was suddenly out of breath.

He just felt that the other party was so pitiful.Even his puppy has a nest facing everyone, and he sees more people than him every day.

Ah Jiang moved.

She stretched out her arms and fell to the ground.

"Master Ah Yan, please don't forget your younger brother." The maid Jiang said these words as if pleading.

Ah Yan was a little restless.

He was entrusted by a maid.

He was asked by a maid not to forget his brother.

"……Of course."

He thought, he is a brother.

As an older brother, how could he not look at his younger brother?

……

Gradually began to pay attention to the existence of his younger brother (A Yuan).Ah Yan discovered that the other party was not without trace.Every morning, the little room was empty.One day Ah Yan ran back in a hurry, just in time to see his silent brother coming out of the room and going to his mother's room to say hello.

Ah Yan's mother, the wife of the successor country, her name is Zi Ye.The purple night that writes the purple night.

Ah Yan saw from a distance, on the left side of his mother who walked out of the room, was clinging to his younger brother who was even more pitiful than a kitten.

In the next few times, Ah Yan saw each other.And every time Ah Yuan appeared with his mother, he stuck to his mother's left half of his body as if he didn't have a right half of his body.

As if leaving the mother is not the same.

Ah Yan disliked such an opponent a little bit.

Maybe it's because he left his mother since he was a child.

Maybe it was because of such a younger brother that he couldn't feel angry.

……

Ah Yan gradually went to play with the other party.

The younger brother who can't speak and doesn't seem to be able to hear is always expressionless.

Why can Ah Yan resist the loneliness of always talking alone?

He can't think of it.

If there is a reason, it is probably because the two of them were born together and have the same appearance as brothers.

When he was seven years old, Ah Yan cut a flute for him.The flute is very rough, with three press holes and a half-moon air hole on it.

Ah Yan is not good at this kind of thing, so his technique is very bad, and the things he cut out only have the shape of "dizi".

Ah Yan opened the narrow door and stuffed the flute in.The other party was holding the flute, and when he looked up, his eyes were bright, a little creepy.

He was probably a little happy... Ah Yan couldn't tell.

As for why he cut the flute, it was because he couldn't give his own toy to A Yuan.

As for why he couldn't give his toy to his younger brother, it was because the brothers' father hated the younger brother who was born with strange patterns on his face and was useless now.

Once you send your own things, your father will find them.

Once the father finds out, it will bring disaster.

So Ah Yan spent the whole night cutting an ugly flute for the other party with a knife.

There was a gash on his knuckle, which he had cut while sharpening a flute.

Ah Yan felt that the other party seemed to be staring at his wound for a few seconds.

Then he turned his head nonchalantly.

Sometimes Ah Yan would think that this brother's heart is simply made of stone.

Then that night, the other party handed him a box of ointment that he didn't know where he got from from the small room.

Ah Yan thought, it wasn't always ruthless.

Later, there will be the sound of whining flute in the small room.

It was a very bad flute, and the sound it produced was naturally nice and hard to hear.

A Yuan has never learned how to play the flute, so the tune has no sense of music.

Later, within a few days, Ah Yan heard the tune of a lullaby from the vague sound of the flute.

The lullaby my mother sang.

About the moon...brother's...family.

He hadn't heard that song for a long, long time.