black mandala

Sir? "Huo De hastily ran up from downstairs.

He Qingwen ruffled his messy hair, and looked out of the house with an unnatural expression.

"Call Henry here quickly."

"it is good!"

With a bang, He Qingwen closed the door.

Hodder just turned around and wanted to call Henry, when there was a clang behind him, and the door opened again.

"Hodder!"

"Sir, what else do you want?"

He Qingwen poked his head out, "Tell the children that you don't need to come over today."

Huo De was taken aback, and wanted to ask why, but the door slammed and closed again.

Master, what happened today?

Hodder stood at the door suspiciously for a long time, shook his head, and ran to call Henry.

He Qingwen paced back and forth in the room, and kept looking at Doug Lang on the bed and a certain part of his body with strange eyes.

How can this happen, how can this happen?

Half an hour later, Henry rushed over. He and Huo De were standing at the bedroom door and just raised his hand to knock on the door. He Qingwen had already opened the door, grabbed Henry's sleeve, and dragged Henry into the room. bedroom.

One minute later, there was a sudden sound of sucking in the room, and then there was no sound again.

After 2 minutes, Henry was the first to speak out, "How could it be like this?"

As a doctor, he should be familiar with any rare pathology, but the situation in front of him was really unheard of. Until now, he felt that the roots of his hair were still numb.

Douglang on the bed was sleeping peacefully on the bed as usual, with his eyes closed and his face rosy, but as he scanned the screen, he felt that something was wrong—to be exact, there was something quite strange to look at.

The three of them stood side by side in front of the bed, feeling a gloomy wind blowing behind them.

Huo De was stunned for a long while before saying a word.

"Master—did you wake up early?"

The three of them looked at each other, and then at Doug Lang on the bed.

"Impossible!" He Qingwen's head shook like a drum, and he lay on the same bed every day. If Doug Lang really woke up, how could he not know.

He rubbed his hair, squatted on the edge of the bed, and inadvertently landed on Doug Lang's legs.

At that place, the quilt was propped up and stood on top of it, it was as high as a hill.

If it is a normal person, this situation is indeed nothing, but this happened to Doug Lang, a man who has been in a coma for ten years.

Incredible!

"When did you find out?"

"Today, this morning." He Qingwen's face turned red when he was asked suddenly.

"Master Diven, has this ever happened to your master before?"

"No, this is the first time." God, just this time is already shocking enough.

"The reason? I mean, is there some kind of stimulation?" Henry walked to the bedside and checked the EEG again, and found that the curve had a large amplitude, indicating that he was now in a state of excitement.

"I don't know!" He Qingwen buried his face in his palm again in embarrassment.

"Then you—did you do anything special yesterday?"

He Qingwen raised his head suddenly, and saw Huo De and Henry's puzzled eyes.

"I don't remember, I drank some wine yesterday, and it turned out - I drank too much!"

Henry and Hodder looked at each other, looked into the wine cabinet, and saw the bottle of vodka that was half missing at a glance.

"You'd better think about it again. For example, what did you say and what did you do, which just caused the master to receive some kind of stimulation, so that you will have this kind of reaction."

"Yes, Master Diven, maybe this is a good sign."

After hearing what Henry and Huo De said, He Qingwen squatted on the spot, thought for a long time, and finally connected the scattered fragments of last night little by little.

Last night, he remembered that he talked a lot with Doug Lang as usual, and then suddenly wanted to drink some wine, but while drinking, he felt his face and body getting hotter and hotter, so he opened his nightgown , sat on the edge of the bed, and then, he seemed to climb onto the bed, put his arms around Dougron, and said something he had never said before, and finally—finally, he seemed to lie on top of Dougran, And kept rubbing against him--

That's right, he did wake up on Dougron this morning, and he was woken up by something.

God!

He Qingwen lowered his head, blushing like a tomato. Although Henry and Huo De were not outsiders, at this moment, he really wanted to find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

Apparently, he's been alone for too long.

Although He Qingwen didn't answer directly, Henry and Huo De guessed immediately when they saw his expression.

"Uh, Master Diven, I think this is a good thing, maybe the master may be waking up soon." Hodder glanced at Henry and made a bold guess.

Henry shook his head, "Well, I have to go back and look at the medical cases, but this matter is really incredible." He smacked his lips and shook his head again, "Unbelievable."

Obviously, this matter is beyond the scope of his explanation, and the word "miracle" can no longer be expressed.

There was a moment of silence in the bedroom, and suddenly, Henry remembered another thing.

"Master Diven, how long has this been going on, sir?" He turned his head to the EEG again.

He Qingwen was stunned, "It must have been half the night, me, he was like this when I woke up in the morning."

Hodder and Henry looked at each other.

A minute later, the two of them had already walked out of the bedroom door.

"Come over to my place for a cup of tea before coming back to check?"

Henry nodded, "I'm afraid a cup is not enough, let's make a jug!"

Hodder agreed, "Exactly!"

The two walked downstairs.

At the same time, He Qingwen in the bedroom was facing the person on the bed and the part between his legs.

Even though they share the same bed every day, even though they are very familiar with each other's bodies, he never thought of doing this kind of thing to a person who has been lying in bed for ten years.

He Qingwen patted his forehead fiercely, because it made him think of the raped corpse, and he was the one who was raped.

But Henry was right, maintaining this state for a long time was really not good for Dougron's health.

So he gritted his teeth, lifted the quilt, looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar part, and involuntarily covered his eyes with his hands.

He could never have imagined that he would do this to Doug Lang one day, and he didn't know if Doug Lang could act like a normal person now—

At this moment, he thought of the sudden eruption of an extinct volcano that had been sleeping for thousands of years.

The brain waves were still jumping continuously, as if Doug Lang was urging him, He Qingwen gritted his teeth, took off his clothes, turned on the bed——

******

Eddie went to visit Serena in the morning, and as soon as he came out of her small building, he met Finny at the door who had come back from his morning run.

"Hi! Brother Finney!"

"Uh, hi! E-Eddie!" Finny looked at his half-brother who was five years younger than him, scratched his head, and walked over, a little nervous.

It is clearly the younger brother who grew up with him, why is he always nervous when we meet?

Finney couldn't figure it out all the time, but it was only when he grew up that he realized that maybe it was the temperament emanating from Eddie.

They are also younger brothers, but Eddie and Morange are different.

In his eyes, Morange is a crazy horse that no one can control. He is crazy, arrogant and rude all day long.And Eddie, the knight sitting on that horse, is noble, elegant, sacred and inviolable. It is a bit premature to put these words on a child who is only ten years old now, but the fact is that.

"Is it just you? Where's Morange?" Finny looked behind him, but he didn't find Morange. It was strange that the other brother who stuck to Eddie's side like a rice cake every day was not here today.

Eddie spread his hands, "There is a new horse from the New Jersey farm, and he went to test the horse this morning."

"Oh!" Finny nodded, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Compared to Morange, who likes to soak in the racecourse, Eddie is surprisingly quiet and prefers to read. For example, he is holding a book in his hand now.

"What are you reading?" Finny lowered his head, looked at the book in his hand, and asked.

Eddie froze for a moment, then raised his hand, "Oh, this is Clausewitz's On War."

"What? You're actually looking at this, can you understand it?" Finny couldn't help being taken aback.

This is Clausewitz's systematic generalization and summary of the rich historical experience of the "Napoleonic Wars" that occurred after the French bourgeois revolution in [-] and the national liberation wars of various European countries. It is a remarkable military strategy. A classic, Finney had only heard of it.

Eddie shrugged, "I'm reading it for the second time, and I still don't quite understand it, but I asked Teacher Boluo, and he said that this book is very readable, so I want to understand it."

Finny shook his head sighing, "Wow! You are amazing, Eddie!" There was envy in his eyes, because his ideal had always been to go to the best military academy and be an officer, but because of his innate Heart disease, so this ideal has become his dream, an unattainable dream.

His extremely envious eyes fell on Eddie's eyes, and Eddie guessed what was on his mind right away.

Finney is a good brother, so he is also happy to help him.

"Well, I still have a copy of Sokolowski's "Military Strategy", but unfortunately I don't understand it well. Brother Finney, can you read it first and then tell me about it?"

Eddie asked cautiously, for fear of causing Finny's discomfort, but Finny was excited by it, not knowing that Eddie had already finished reading the book.

"Yeah! That would be great!"

Eddie nodded with a smile, "Then let's get it together, I remember last time—it seems to be in Diven's room."

"Okay, of course!" Finny's eyes sparkled.

Then, they walked towards the main house of the manor together.

******

Morange had just returned from the racetrack of the manor, and when he walked to the door, he happened to bump into Will.

"Hey Will, are you talking to Diven again about work?"

"Yes, Master Morankey."

The bangs on Weir's forehead before have become today's small back hair, and with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, he looks mature and sophisticated.

He smiled at Morange, just as he respected Doug Lang back then.

Molanqi flicked his whip twice, pouted his lips, and looked a bit disdainful, "You people are all born workaholics. Not only are you as busy as monkeys, but you also like to deprive us of our happiness. It's really annoying!" Think After thinking about it, he asked again, "What was my dad doing when he was my age?"

That seemed to be a long time ago. At that time, Weir hadn't come yet. He recalled it for a long time before replying, "I have to find Hodder for this matter. He remembers those things most clearly."

Molan Qi raised his eyebrows, looking indifferent, "Forget it, who would compare it with a wooden man."

Anyway, he was just asking casually, what Doug Lang was doing back then was his business and had nothing to do with him.

He waved his hand casually, shook the little breeches on his body twice, and walked in with Will.

They passed by the living room, but He Qingwen was not there.

"Perhaps he is in the study."

Then they walked together to the study, which was also empty.

Strange, Diven has already started working at this time every day, why is there no one today, is he sleeping late?

Morange was a little puzzled.

"Are you in a hurry?" Morange looked at the two documents in Will's hands. Normally, Will would come over to deliver the documents in person only in extremely urgent situations.

"Uh, I can wait a little longer." Weir weighed the two documents in his palm, apparently in a hurry.

"I'd better take you to the bedroom to find him!"

"Uh, no need, this is not good!" After all, it was a private space, and Weier dared not go beyond it.

Molanqi didn't care much, "It's okay, I'll knock on the door." He led Weier to continue walking forward, "Besides, lying on the same bed with a wooden man, you expect them to make people blush and heartbeat?" Does it matter? Unless Diven is crazy."

This sentence really shouldn't come out of the mouth of a ten-year-old child. Weier took two sharp breaths, and then felt that half of his face was twitching all the time.

But the matter at hand was really urgent, so he could only bite the bullet and follow Molanqi, watching the door of the bedroom getting closer and closer to him.

******

"Well, this tea is good!"

Holding a teacup, Henry sat in Hodder's house, facing the window, enjoying the warm and beautiful morning sun.

Hodder nodded, "It's only for the British royal family, it's top-notch."

Henry took another sip, and chatted with Hodder casually.

"How is Mary? Haven't seen her for a while."

"Well, it's fine."

"When are you going to have a child? You are not too young."

Huo De looked up to the sky, and sighed vaguely, "She hasn't moved, so I can't say anything." Then he smiled relievedly, "But it's fine now, there are two young masters in the manor , is already lively enough."

Henry responded lightly, "Yes!" He took another sip of tea, "It's not just the excitement, Master Morange alone is enough to give the master a headache."

"Oh, it's even more of a headache than when the master was younger." Huo De shook his head, thinking of many things about Doug Lang when he was young.

Doug Lang was the head of the children when he was young, and he had the final say on everything. The most unlucky child in this group was Jenson. At that time, Doug Lang's small eyes could scare the child to tears.

What a pity to think about it!

Fortunately, Doug Lang has been sleeping all these years, and Jenson has straightened up, but it is also enough for him to provoke Mancy.

I heard that the father and son were emptied of real power by Mansi, and now they only live on the few shares in the family, and Jansen is a profligate prodigal son. He Wen was almost given a stroke by his anger last year, and has been unable to wake up twice bed.

What a sin!

Hodder waved his hand, and drove the sudden thought out of his mind like a fly.

After drinking most of the tea, and having been exposed to the sun for a long time, the two chatted from the tea to last year's boxing match, from the match to the governor of Texas, and then back to the two children.

"Master Eddie has a good mind and likes to read books. Sometimes even Master Diven is silenced by what he says, let alone Master Morange. For the same thing, Miss Mancy can say a hundred words. If you don’t say a word about Master Eddie, you’ll just piss off Miss Mancy to death. Alas! Now only Master Eddie can control Morange, and he will listen to what Master Eddie says.”

"Hehe, just like their father, a natural nemesis!"

The two of them couldn't help laughing while talking.

"Oh! If only the master could wake up quickly, he must be very happy to see all this."

Henry nodded, "Well, yes." After thinking for a while, he smiled and said, "Probably soon! His condition is quite good recently!"

"You mean—" Hodder raised his eyebrows, looked at Henry, and smiled understandingly at each other, "Well, it's a good sign, a good sign!"

The two poured another cup of tea.

"By the way, didn't you see the two children this morning?"

While refilling Henry's glass, Hodder replied, "Master Morange went riding a horse, and Master Eddie went to Miss Serena's. That child is very sensible, and he often visits his mother and grandmother when he is free. "Looking up at the clock on the wall, "Well, I'm probably coming back soon!"

"Oh!" Henry lowered his head and responded casually.

Then—the two suddenly looked up.

"Oops!"

"Go quickly, before the two young masters come back."

The two stood up suddenly, almost knocking over the table, but no one cared about that anymore, they quickly ran out of the room and ran to the bedroom on the third floor——

******

Already, haven't done this kind of thing for a long time.

There is a Chinese saying that says that time is not forgiving, but He Qingwen spent a long time trying, but Doug Lang continued to maintain his previous state, resolutely not falling down.

He Qingwen braced himself and wiped the sweat off his head with his hands.There was really no other way, he could only add some strong medicine, rummaged through the box, and found the clothes from the back of the drawer.

Black sheer material, plus a pair of thongs.

At the beginning, Douglang said that he must keep this see-through costume so that he would not lose it, and forced him to wear it for a sexy dance on the day before returning to China. As a result, that time, and the only time, Douglang couldn't even touch his hands. Before I touched it, it leaked thousands of miles away.

I never thought that this dress would come in handy one day.

So, throughout the morning, a person's voice came clearly from the bedroom.

"Doug Lang, guess what I'm wearing, have you found it?"

"Dougron, do you feel it when I touch you?"

"Then do you feel it when you touch me?"

"Dougron, do you like this?"

"Do you like it when I do that?"

"Dougron, do you need me to hurry up?"

"Dougron, are you alright?"

"Dougron—"

After tossing for nearly two hours, that "mountain" finally fell down!

He Qingwen let out a long breath, and opened the door with relief.

Then--

He squinted at the group of people in front of the door.

"You—when did you come?"

Molanqi and Eddie stood side by side at the door, looking at He Qingwen calmly.

"Doug Lang, do you still remember what I looked like when I wore this dress?" Molanqi shrugged while imitating He Qingwen's accent.

Eddie sighed helplessly, "Daddy, don't worry, we all understand you, living alone is really boring."

Good, which means they've been here for at least an hour.

He Qingwen covered his face, then looked at the two people standing behind them.

"Look, Mr. Vail, there's a spider in that corner."

"Yes, there are still ants here."

"Tell Mr. Hodder about this and ask him to find someone to deal with it immediately."

"You're right, Finney, we're going to find him now."

"Okay, Mr. Will."

The two turned around together. At this moment, a series of footsteps came from the stairs, and it was Huo De and Henry who ran up.

"Master, Master Diven, the young masters are coming back soon, I didn't see them this morning, so—"

Hodder ran up and saw a large group of people standing at the door, with a flock of crows flying over their heads——

Just this morning, in the quiet Conton Manor, He Qingwen's miserable cry was heard again.

☆, extra episode [-]: the power of knowledge

? This year, Morange and Eddie were 14 years old.

Throughout the holiday, Morange spent most of his time at the racetrack, often bringing Eddie with him.

Morange was testing the horse in the field, and Eddie was reading a book in the kiosk outside the racecourse. Occasionally, Morange's cheers could be heard in his ears, indicating that he was very satisfied with the horse.

Diven will also come here often, but his purpose is not to watch the horses. Most of the time, he is seen shouting loudly outside the racecourse.

"Molanqi, I warn you, if you dare to do such a dangerous move again, be careful, I will close this racecourse!"

Morange turned his head and made a face at him with one hand.

"You little bastard, come down for me!"

Immediately afterwards, a cloud of dust would rise in front of Diven, causing him to cough uncontrollably, while Morange laughed and walked away.

"Ville, call someone to chase him back immediately! Hurry up!" Diven covered his mouth and yelled, and then, a scene of several cars chasing a kid on a horse at the same time will be staged on the racecourse.

Immediately, the man sitting next to Eddie would laugh loudly, with a thick and ear-shattering voice.

Eddie turned his head and glanced at him. He was a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes. His temples grew a few strands of silver due to the precipitation of years. But his eyes are piercing and full of domineering.

This man is his big daddy. He was the patriarch of Aunt Mansi's former Wo* family. He was amazing. He was seriously injured 14 years ago and slept in bed for 11 years. Everyone thought he would sleep like this all the time. Going down, but unexpectedly, he miraculously woke up from a deep sleep one morning three years ago.

Eddie remembered clearly at the time, the moment the man woke up, Diven cried with great joy, and when he had finished crying, the two hugged each other and kissed for a long, long time.

That's right, his family is so strange in the eyes of outsiders. He has a mother, two fathers, and all three brothers are half-brothers, but the two fathers are the real couple.

Eddie looked at Dougron, shook his head, and buried his eyes in the book again, but the man's voice immediately sounded in his ear.

"Hey, baby, why don't you try it? Look at Morange, what a fun time."

Eddie shrugged his shoulders without looking up, "I'm worried about Diven's heart, and I can't read a book while riding a horse." As he spoke, he marked a few words in the corner of the book with a pen in his left hand.

But Doug Lang doesn't want his eldest son to become a nerd who can only bury his head and study hard. Even though his mind is really good, he has skipped a few grades and is now a high school student, but he still feels that children are still There should be his original innocence and happiness, not like he was when he was a child.

"Hey, Eddie." Dougron said in a rare gentle voice, "Babe, let's talk."

Eddie watched the book being gently pulled from his hand by Dougron, raised his eyebrows, and lowered his shoulders.

"Okay, Daddy."

This daddy's cry made Douglan's heart burst into joy, and he immediately grinned happily, coughed twice with a smile, and said, "Baby, tell Daddy, besides reading, what else do you like to do?"

Eddie stared at the book in Dougron's hand, blinked, "I like a lot, swimming, playing ball, painting, traveling—" He wrung his fingers and counted dozens, "By the way, Uncle Will He also took us to a pottery workshop in the countryside, and I also made two plates, which I also like very much.”

"Very good baby!" Doug Lang smiled and nodded, "But Daddy thinks it's not enough, you know, you should have fun at your age, and play whatever you want every day with changing tricks instead of putting Spend more time studying, you know, you are already good enough, son!"

Eddie bent his fingers to his lips, looked at Doug Lang and thought thoughtfully, "I see, Daddy! I will do as you say."

"Very good, baby! Then you go and play now, and read this book when you get home, okay?"

Eddie took his eyes off the book and nodded, "Of course!"

Doug Lang smiled with satisfaction and waved to Eddie, which meant, what are you waiting for, go play, son.

However, Eddie just smiled at him, turned around, took out another book from under the seat, opened a certain page, and continued to read.

A big black line suddenly appeared above Dougron's head.

"Eddie—" He sighed weakly in a low voice, and finally understood why He Qingwen was so tired every day.

Eddie turned sideways, lowered his head, covered his face with the book, and tried his best to hold back a faint smile, because he didn't want the person Diven had been looking forward to waking up to faint again.

But then, a low, slightly hostile growl forced Eddie's face out of the book again.

"Xiao Muyuan, what are you doing here?"

Eddie looked up to the other side, and a middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes was coming from there. He was also an oriental man just like Diven, and his gestures were full of shrewdness, maturity and calmness. Eddie heard Diven say , His Chinese name was given by this man, and it also included his grandfather's name, which has a profound meaning.

Eddie saw the man getting closer and closer, and Dougron stood up aggressively with his sword drawn, and was about to walk towards him.

"Mr. Douglas, how are you doing recently?"

"Okay, very good!"

There was a strong smell of gunpowder in Doug Lang's tone, but Xiao Muyuan just smiled lightly, dispelling the oncoming hostility.

"I went to the manor, and Mr. Hodder said you are here, so I took the liberty to come here." Ignoring Doug Lang's sharp eyes, Xiao Muyuan set his sights on Eddie, "Hi, Yunting! haven't seen you for a long time!"

Eddie greeted Xiao Muyuan with a smile, "Hi, Uncle Xiao!"

"Eddie!" Dougron squinted his eyes and coughed twice, smelling like vinegar.

Xiao Muyuan patted Eddie's little hand indifferently before raising his head, "Excuse me, Mr. Douglang, I'm here to talk to Qingwen about something." After speaking, he looked around the entire racecourse, looking for He Qingwen.

At this time, He Qingwen happened to get out of a car, holding Molanqi's collar in his hand, and he saw Xiao Muyuan from a distance, so he greeted him.

"Hi, Xiao Muyuan! Here!"

Xiao Muyuan nodded slightly at Dougerang, turned around and walked towards He Qingwen.

"Hey--"

Douglang was leaning on crutches, and the veins on his forehead were bursting. Seeing that the volcano was about to erupt, but at this moment, a small hand stretched out from behind and gently grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"Daddy!"

When Douglang turned his head, he saw Eddie shaking his head slightly at him, he was stunned for a while, and then glared at Xiao Muyuan's back, and then he sat back on his seat helplessly.

"Hmph, let him go first."

"Daddy, don't be impulsive." Eddie, who buried his head in the book again, persuaded softly, speaking like an adult.

"Why does this guy keep pestering Diven, Eddie, tell Daddy honestly, did this guy really not do anything to Diven in those years?"

"What do you want him to do, Daddy?"

"Of course not!" Doug Lang's eyes widened. "If there is one, I'll kill him." He said viciously.

Eddie didn't even lift his eyes, "Don't you believe in Diven?"

"of course not?"

"Then why are you so excited?"

Douglang was at a loss for words for a while, not knowing how to answer his son, he could only stare at the two people who were talking and laughing with wide-eyed eyes.

"Daddy, you have to learn to stop with stillness."

"What did you say?"

Eddie sighed, "Love is like coal fire. When it burns, you have to find a way to cool it down. Let it do whatever it wants, and it will only burn a heart. Daddy, don't you know that only the less enthusiastic Can love last forever?"

Doug Lang was taken aback when he heard that, then turned his head and looked at Eddie, "What did you just say?"

"I didn't say it, but Shakespeare said it." Eddie shrugged, "Daddy, how many years has Diven been with you? It's almost 20 years, and it's only 18 years, and the 11 years in between You are sleeping, and do you think it is really fun to lie on the same bed with someone every day? If he doesn't love you, why waste time on you, don't say that there is nothing between him and that person , even if there is anything, Daddy, we are a family, love can only make people crazy for a while, family is permanent, at least Diven will not leave me and Molan Qi alone, so you don't have to worry, Don't be surprised, understand?"

Doug Lang was stunned for a while, "It seems to make sense."

"All in all, when it comes to emotional matters, brutality can't really solve the problem, the most important thing is strategy, Daddy!"

Doug Lang asked in surprise, "Who told you these things?" Hearing his son's words, he almost forgot that Eddie was only a 14-year-old child.

Eddie just glanced at Doug Lang, "No one told me, I read it from a book."

"The book also talks about this? What books have you read?"

Eddie looked up at the sky and replied, "Of course it is said, a Chinese emperor once said, 'There are thousands of millet in the book, there is a house of gold in the book, there is Yan Ruyu in the book, there are chariots and horses in the book. As many as clusters.'”

Doug Lang scratched his head with his fingers in surprise, and sighed, "There are so many things in the book!"

"Reading can broaden one's mind, increase self-confidence, and make you rich and attractive. In short, there are many benefits to reading." Eddie took out another book from under the chair and handed it to him while talking. Grand, "More importantly, it can also allow you to share a common language with Diven, and easily defeat your enemies." Eddie picked Xiao Muyuan who was standing in the distance with his eyes. "

"Really!" Dougron's eyes lit up suddenly, "What you said is true?" He looked at the antique book cover that Eddie handed him, and was amazed.

Then, He Qingwen, who was standing in the distance, heard the indistinct conversation between the two father and son coming from the wind.

"What book is this?"

"A military book in China is called 'Sun Tzu's Art of War'."

"What is the use?"

"It can teach you how to defeat your rival in love."

"Is it so good?"

"uh-huh!"

"Then—let me take a look first."

"Now let's watch from the beginning, don't worry Daddy, I can tell you what you don't understand."

"well!"

Standing in the distance, He Qingwen looked at the two father and son who were sitting opposite each other while burying their heads in the book, and smiled helplessly at Xiao Muyuan.

When he lowered his head again, he found that Molanqi had long since disappeared, leaving only the dust raised by the horseshoe not far away.

a week later—

"Morange, you have been staying with me for a week, should you go back to your own room?"

"I can't sleep by myself."

"But I want my own space tonight."

"I don't care." Molanqi lay on his side on the bed, opened the quilt and got in, and then immediately showed a small face and said with a smile, "I'll go back tomorrow."

Eddie stared at him for a while, then sighed, "You've been saying this for half a month."

Molanqi didn't refute, just made a face at him, and put the quilt back on his head.

Eddie was helpless, picked up a book, and got under the quilt as well.

This bedroom originally belonged to Hodder. He used to live on the second floor for the convenience of taking care of Doug Lang Hodder. Since he married Mary, he moved out of the main house and moved into a two-storey building closest to the main house. In the small building, it has been empty since then.

Until Eddie was seven years old, he wanted a space of his own, so there was a new owner here, but Molanqi still liked to cling to him, and often came to share the same bed with him. The problem gave Eddie quite a headache for a while.

In addition, there is another problem with this bedroom, that is, it is located downstairs from the master bedroom. Even if the sound insulation of the whole building is good, it is inevitable that there will be two people whispering from upstairs, even Doug Lang. Laughter without restraint.

Eddie and Morange pricked up their ears together, and heard Dougron say loudly, "Hey, Diven, I think this poem is very suitable for you, and I will read it to you." He cleared his throat and began to read, " When forty winters besieged your beauty, dug deep trenches in your beautiful garden, and your youthful clothes, so envied by others, will turn into tattered rags, no one will look at it—what, isn’t it interesting? Artistic conception? Forty winters, you just happen to be 40 years old! Haha!"

"What nonsense? What are you reading?"

"Poems of Shakespeare."

"Where did it come from?"

"The book, from the study." It would be too embarrassing to say that Eddie gave it to him, so Dougron decided not to mention it.

He Qingwen suddenly remembered the books he had seen in Doug Lang's study. It was a topic that he and Doug Lang had never talked about, and during those years when Doug Lang fell asleep, it almost became a topic. The biggest regret in He Qingwen's life, he always thought, if given the chance, he must make up for this regret.

Now that Dougron is so interested, he should respond.

"Ugh! I never knew you'd like this