The second male who guards silently, you can't afford it

Murong Jiu was indeed tired, not only physically, but also psychologically.

Physically tired, needless to say, drunkenness hurts the body, vomited last night and let out this afternoon, Murong Jiu is also able to recover quickly because he has always been in good health. If it were Murong Jiu in the last days of his previous life, he would probably have Stay in bed for a few more days.

Mentally tired, one is his mother Luo Pingsu, and the other is his good friend Shao Qihan.

Mother... Does she love him?Did your mother regret it before she died?Why did my mother tell Luo Kaihui these things, but she didn't want to tell him?All kinds of questions lingered in Murong Jiu's mind.

Murong Jiu pushed open the door of her own bedroom, stepped on the carpet to the side of the bed, and fell back on the bed.

He stared at the ceiling.

"I've already sent someone to deliver the things my aunt left behind."

The mother left some relics in Luo's house... This is probably why Luo Kaihui knew about these secrets. After all, before her mother passed away, she was just a young child who didn't know anything.

Murong Jiu is both eager and afraid to see Luo Pingsu's relics.

What if... what would he do if the truth was not what he imagined it to be?

Murong Jiu sighed silently, and thought of Dai Shurong and Mama who hadn't seen since waking up today.

These two are always loyal to their duties, but they can't see anyone today, which makes Murong Jiu a little puzzled.

If it's for something important, that's fine, but if...

Murong Jiu didn't want to think about this question any more, he spread his hands and moved his head.

At this time, he was directly lying on the quilt without a pillow, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.Murong Jiu understood that he should get up and take off his coat and put on the quilt to have a good rest, but now his limbs are so weak and his body is so heavy that he doesn't even want to move a finger.

Murong Jiu just lay down like this, letting himself go.

Shao Qihan, this worry-free guy!

He suddenly cursed angrily in his mind, and soon he couldn't bring himself to think about anything else.

I hope John can understand my painstaking efforts...

Murong Jiu closed her eyes, letting her thoughts be gradually swallowed by sleepiness.

Shao Qihan...has been a little strange lately...

Before falling into sleep completely, the last question flashed in Murong Jiu's mind. Some details that he hadn't noticed slowly emerged when his mind was most relaxed. Murong Jiu was startled, feeling as if he had grasped the answer to this question.

It was an answer that was so important to him but had been overlooked.

Murong Jiu struggled to raise his spirits to think carefully, but he couldn't control his brain anymore, his thinking had been completely frozen, Murong Jiu still couldn't resist the attack of drowsiness, and fell into a deep sleep in the next second .

And when Murong Jiu opened his eyes again, he found himself wrapped in a warm quilt.

He sat up suddenly, folded the quilt and looked around.

I don't know when the originally wide floor-to-ceiling curtains were drawn, leaving only a palm-wide gap, and the soft sunlight came through the gap, making the bedroom not too dark.

Murong Jiu stared at the gap for a long time before his confused mind gradually became clear. He turned his head to look at the clock hanging on the wall, and found that it was almost five o'clock.

This sleep has been long enough... Murong Jiu thought, when he got up, he found that someone had taken off his knitted coat and put it at the foot of the bed, and he was still wearing the home clothes he put on after getting up at noon. .

Murong Jiu stretched out his hands and rubbed his misty eyes, sat on the edge of the bed for a while, then reached out to pick up a knitted cardigan and put it on casually, then put on slippers and walked out of the bedroom.

"Han..." Murong Jiu covered his mouth with his hand and yawned lazily.

But Murong Jiu didn't see Shao Qihan until he walked all over the corridor and went down the stairs to the first floor.

He stood in the living room, which was obviously full of objects and accessories, but looked extraordinarily empty at this moment, turning his head blankly.

"Han?" Murong Jiu poked his head into the kitchen again, but he still didn't see his friend.

Murong Jiu pursed his lips, walked into the kitchen, reached out and picked up the paper box on the small dining table, opened it and looked.

The delicacies and delicacies are neatly arranged intact, even if there is no temperature, it does not affect their beautiful and colorful colors.

"This guy..." Murong Jiu muttered, closed the exquisitely crafted paper food box and put it back to its original place, then walked out of the kitchen with his slippers on, and said to himself as he walked, "I won't be with you when I leave." Say……"

Murong Jiu sat down on the sofa, picked up the remote control and turned on the LCD TV hanging on the wall, and tuned to a channel to watch.

Watching the hostess broadcast the recent financial trends and stock market trends on the LCD screen with a dignified smile, Murong Jiu felt that it was boring, and he couldn't help turning his head to scan the living room again.

He felt lost.

Murong Jiu noticed his inexplicable negative emotions, and couldn't help feeling a little strange.

what happened to him?Don't you just stay at home alone like this?Is it possible that Han is not used to it after staying here for two days?

Could it be that the current self is so restless?

Murong Jiu laughed at himself, grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV.

If you don't want to watch it, don't watch it, let's do things early!Murong Jiu said to himself, he thought about it intently, and remembered the question he had thought about before going to bed.

Uncle Dai and Mom Rong, what happened to them?Are you still not at home?Could something be wrong?

Thinking of this possibility, Murong Jiu felt a little upset, he went back to the bedroom and changed his clothes, and hurriedly left his villa to go to Aunt Dai's house.

Murong Jiu shrunk his neck and walked on the road breathing whitely. He looked up at the molten gold sunset in the sky, thinking that it would be good to get out of that greenhouse.

While thinking about the two old men, he felt vaguely that he seemed to have forgotten something.

After nodding and saying hello to the security guard who hurriedly walked out of the security room, Murong Jiu saw the brightly lit single building after not walking for a long time.

He walked through the front yard, and saw two tightly knit heads protruding from the sofa through the clear glass window.

Murong Jiu felt relieved, secretly laughing that she was too nervous, how could the two of them be fine?While secretly laughing, Uncle Dai and Mama Dai both had their golden weddings, and they are still as sticky as when they were young.

Although Murong Jiu secretly smiled, he didn't show any trace of mockery. On the contrary, he was quite envious of Dai Shurong's mother.

Among the couples he knew, apart from his mother and Murong Yi, the relationship between the two was worse than a dream in the same bed.Shao Qihan's parents are said to have deep affection and loyalty to each other, but Mrs. Shao's confidante died young, and the two are separated by yin and yang.Even among the three "uncles" of the Luo family who are no longer his relatives, none of them are really happily married.

There are only two people, Uncle Dai and Rong Ma, although they are not very rich and their status is not high, but the two of them have come here through thick and thin together. .In the previous life, Uncle Dai took a step first, and Mama Rong followed. It was a real life and death.

How could this kind of relationship stronger than gold make Murong Jiu envious?

He silently stood on the path and watched from a distance, although the sun was setting and the sky was getting darker and the temperature was getting lower and lower, but Murong Jiu felt warm.

When will I be able to find such a person who will grow old with me like Uncle Dai?

Murong Jiu shook his head, laughed at his unrealistic idea, turned around and was about to leave.

Of course he has to leave. Could it be possible to go in and disturb the two old men now and act as a light bulb?

But at the moment when Murong Jiu turned around, he hadn't completely averted his eyes and saw Rong Ma suddenly got up and left the sofa.

When Mama Rong turned around, she didn't see Murong Jiu standing outside, but Murong Jiu clearly saw the face under the light.

Rong Ma took good care of her. Even though she was getting older, she still looked more than ten years younger than her actual age. In addition, she was always smiling, so she looked even younger.

But at this moment Murong Jiu saw Rong Ma's face was haggard, and there seemed to be tears on her face.

what happened?

Surprised, Murong Jiu walked towards the gate, and when he saw Uncle Dai sitting on the sofa, he found that even Uncle Dai was also frowning.

Uncle Dai heard the sound, turned his head to look at the door, and met Murong Jiu.

Seeing Murong Jiu, Uncle Dai swept away his sorrow and became very flustered. With a speed that didn't match his age, he reached out and closed something with lightning speed, and let out a "bang!" " sound.

Following Uncle Dai's movements, Murong Jiu found a small wooden box on the mahogany coffee table in front of the sofa.

The whole body of the wooden box was pitch black, and the workmanship was exquisite, with golden patterns painted on the corners and corners, but looking at the color and style of the wooden box, Murong Jiu knew that this wooden box had a certain history.

He took in Uncle Dai's flustered expression and the unusual wooden box in his eyes, but he smiled as if he didn't see it and asked, "Uncle Dai, it's no wonder I came to the door so late."

"Master!"

Uncle Dai didn't come in time to speak, but Rong Ma's voice came first, Murong Jiu looked sideways, and saw Rong Ma standing a few steps away looking at her nervously, and looking nervously at the box frequently.

Murong Jiu knew in his heart that Mama Rong probably hurried back to the living room when she heard the noise, and he did not misread just now, Mama Rong's eyes were indeed red now, it was obvious that she had just cried a while ago.

Murong Jiu looked at the two elders as one, and became suspicious.

The author has something to say: I want to beat myself hard again, why do I have to write slow and hot articles?

It took so much writing for Ajiu to reveal her emotions!How I want him to know Shao Xiaogong's thoughts immediately!

"Can't afford to pull" must not be slow. "Can't afford to pull" must not be slow. "Can't afford to pull" must not be slow.

Well, the important thing has to be said three times.

Finally, I would like to thank the good Wenjun who wrote a long review for Pomegranate!mwah!