Ambush from all sides

Before he walked out of the lobby, he turned his head and gave Zhan Hao a hard look, but the other party watched him go out with a smile on his eyes.The dead leaf was stunned by his stare, and turned around in a daze for a while, and was dragged all the way to the big-leaf crape myrtle tree in the yard by Fang Qiu, he was still thinking about the look in Zhan Hao's eyes just now.

Was he looking at Fang Qiu just now?

Withered Ye stood under the tree frowning, staring at Fang Qiu.Zhan Hao's sharp eyes have always been rare, and most of the time they are calm and unwavering.But relatively, there are not many gentle eyes, and even fewer sincere ones.

But that look just now... even he could see the real emotion in it.Zhan Hao's eyes have always been good-looking, but the warmth in those usual eyes only floated on the surface and didn't penetrate into his heart.So those eyes looked fake, just beautiful, but not amazing.

But at that moment just now, Dead Ye almost felt that she saw light in Zhan Hao's eyes.Like jade, the warm light like amber exudes a tempting temperature.For a while, Dead Leaf felt that Zhan Hao's eyes were no longer creepy and terrifying, but beautiful enough to make people want to approach and pick them up, wanting people to use their hands to confirm his existence.

The dead leaves froze under the tree, and the more they thought about it, the more dazed they became.He felt more and more that Zhan Hao had practiced different pupil art, otherwise how could his eyes have such great power?In a daze, there was a slight pulling sensation from the fingers, and the dead leaf came back to her senses, and saw Fang Qiu staring at him, cuddling tightly beside his legs.

The big eyes, relying entirely on the look of expectation, made Dead Leaf couldn't help but look away—well, this little guy's eyes are also quite powerful.Hesitantly squatting down, the dead leaves turned their faces awkwardly, trying not to meet Fang Qiu's eyes.He held the child's soft palm, and whispered hesitantly, "Uh, that, where do you want to play?"

Fang Qiu ignored him, just stared at him without speaking.Withered Leaf squatted and dodged for a while, then held back her embarrassment and slowly looked at him.The child's eyes were clear and curious, his eyes blinked, what did Kuyexin say he was looking at?It wasn't until Fang Qiu touched his mask with his little hand that Dead Ye realized that this guy was staring at the patterns on his mask.

The dead leaves wanted to hide a little bit, but the child just touched them quietly, neither making noise nor making trouble, so he couldn't bear to stop them.Fang Qiu's eyes glued softly to the dead leaf's face, looking at his uncomfortably lowered eyelids, his sharp nose bridge and tightly pursed lips... his little hand slowly touched the right cheek, gently covered the cheeks of dead leaves.

The sudden touch made Dead Leaf stiff, but he didn't dodge.Fang Qiu looked at his frowning brows and restless eyes, and understood in his heart that this brother should not like such a touch, but he didn't want to withdraw his hand, and still slowly stroked his skin.

The masked brother's face was cold and dry.Little Fang Qiu stood between Dead Leaf's squatting legs, caressing his cheek carefully, getting closer and closer.In the end, the little guy almost leaned his whole body into the arms of the dead leaves.Fang Qiu opened his eyes wide, holding the cheeks of the dead leaves in both hands, and looked at him carefully.

He is not afraid of dead leaves, for some reason, from the first time he saw him, he felt that he was not afraid of him - obviously he looks so terrifying, and his eyes are so cold.But now seeing his dodging eyes at close range, little Fang Qiu only felt that she wanted to get close to him, to be close to him.

The soft little hand touched the dead leaf's chin, the part where the mandible was connected to the neck, and the child felt his slightly rapid breathing.Dead Leaf is not used to being approached by others, but he seems to be more tolerant of children and small animals.It's just that most of these two types of creatures dare not approach him, the only exceptions are Xiao Sizi and Fang Qiu, and in terms of animals, there are only those two bold cats.

Now little Fang Qiu is almost close to his face, warm breath gently blowing on the skin, this intimate feeling makes Dead Leaf want to hide, want to run away, but for some reason she doesn't move away, just a little embarrassed Leaned back a little.He wanted to turn his face away, but Fang Qiu's little hands stubbornly pulled his face back.The soft fingers wandered around his chin, and slowly, one hand was like some kind of small animal, with fingers crawling, trying to pry open the lower edge of the mask and get in...

Withered Ye subconsciously reached out and grabbed Fang Qiu's wrist, and raised her eyes to look at him.Fang Qiu pursed his lips, looked at the dead leaves pitifully, opened his small mouth, and uttered two vague and soft voices: "I want to see."

He spoke... Withered Ye was stunned, and in a daze, he couldn't help loosening his fingers.The corner of Fang Qiu's mouth twitched into a sweet smile, and then both of his little hands came together to continue to pry off the mask of the dead leaf.He puffed up his face and worked hard for a long time, but the mask didn't move at all.Seeing that his little brows were furrowed, Dead Leaf still didn't lift them for a while, and gradually showed a look of grievance and unwillingness in his eyes.

Of course, the mask cannot be removed just by pulling it off.There is actually a hidden buckle on the side of his mask. After the mechanism is pulled, the smooth surface inside the mask will be separated from the skin.Seeing that the child seemed to be about to cry, Dead Leaf hesitated for a while, then lowered her head, stretched out her hand to flip the hidden button, and floated the mask off her face.

Holding his breath, he slowly raised his head and turned his face to Fang Qiu.Fang Qiu blinked, and covered the edge of the mask with her small hands.Dead Leaf couldn't help it a little bit, she dodged slightly, but immediately regained her composure.It's okay for others to see his face, but it's just for fear of frightening the little guy.

——But it’s also good, scare him, and he won’t be so bold in the future.Withered Leaf thought to herself, letting Fang Qiu take off his mask.

Dead Leaf thought that he would hear the cry of a child, or the sound of gasping, but he only heard Fang Qiu's low sigh.It's vague, and I don't know if I'm saying "wow" or "ah".The child opened his eyes wide in surprise, but there was no fear inside, only full of curiosity.Withered Leaf felt his soft little hands touch it, stroking carefully along the ups and downs of each of his scars.At the end, he smiled and leaned a little closer.

At that moment, Dead Leaf felt hot and itchy in her heart.The child's petite and warm body leaned against his arm, his head rubbed against his shoulder, and his hands were still glued to his ugly face.It felt a bit like when the little mandarin duck rubbed against him, being intimate, well-behaved, completely relaxed, completely ignoring his expression... acting like a baby.

He felt his throat tighten, and there was a slightly sour hot tide in his chest.Withered Ye gritted her teeth, closed her eyes that suddenly ached for some reason, and reached out to hug Fang Qiu up.Fang Qiu hugged his neck and giggled, then straightened up and looked at him with a smile.

The two stood under the big-leaf crape myrtle tree, with thick green leaves and gorgeous flowers above their heads, and the sunlight cast a clear shadow on the edge of the canopy.Dead Leaf didn't know what to say for a moment, she just hugged Fang Qiu and looked at him in a daze.Fang Qiu pursed her mouth and smiled, her eyes were attracted by the flowers on the tree for a while, and she reached out to reach for the flower plate as big as her fist.

Dead Leaf thought that he wanted to pick flowers, so she hugged him and walked to a lower flower branch, lifted him up, and asked him to reach the crape myrtle.Fang Qiu smiled happily, reaching out her little hand to touch the pollen.The dead leaves held him up, his eyes were facing the gradually stronger sunlight in the morning, and his vision was somewhat blurred.He only saw the sunlight leaking from Fang Qiu's short fingers, and something powdery fell down with the sunshine, fragrant and itchy...

So, Dead Leaf kept holding Fang Qiu, turned her head and sneezed hard.

Zhan Hao who was sitting in the lobby laughed softly.

Ma Qingyun was still talking with tears in her eyes, but Zhan Hao didn't listen at all.From his position, he could clearly see every move of the two people in the yard.Zhan Hao saw the dead leaves holding Fang Qiu, carrying him to pick flowers, seeing him sneezing...and, the hand he held Fang Qiu's back, the mask that was clutched in that hand.

Fang Qiu asked him to take off the mask almost without saying a word.Ever since the children stroked the faces of dead leaves, Zhan Hao's concentrated eyes never left them.He bet with himself in his heart whether Dead Leaf would honestly let Fang Qiu be intimate - but he didn't win.

Although not lost.

Dead Leaf will definitely not push Fang Qiu's hand away, because he doesn't know how to refuse the overtures of a young and weak person, especially when the child still seems to like him very much.This is the "eat soft but not hard" in Dead Leaf's personality traits. As long as you treat him gently, he will definitely be restrained.It's just that Zhan Hao didn't expect that Dead Leaf would take off the mask and show Fang Qiu the scar that had been covered up all along.

He Zhanhao was not as powerful as Fang Qiu.

This made him feel very concerned.

He never asked about the origin of the scar, but that didn't mean he didn't want to know.People are always very curious about the person they like, and they can't wait to get to the bottom of every detail about the other person's past.But Uncle Zhong kept telling him not to worry, and he also told himself not to worry.Take your time, grind slowly, one day, what he wants to know, what he wants, all will be available.

He will know every past and every detail of Dead Leaf, just like that scene once happened in front of him.

But now Zhan Hao began to feel depressed.

Dead Leaf gave his trust to others, to a child and a cat, but not to him.Looking at the scene just now, he wished he was Lin Fangqiu, but he couldn't.They were playing intimately in the courtyard, but they were listening to a nagging woman.

Zhan Hao leaned back in the chair, frowning slowly.Ma Qingyun was still talking, crying as she spoke, as if she had no intention of stopping.He didn't listen to a single word of the blah blah blah just now.Zhan Hao was thinking, what exactly is Ma Qingyun doing here?Does she have anything to do with half of her hair?Or, did she think her husband had any ridiculous relationship with her?

There may be, but only once.As early as a few years ago, the only bond he had ever considered had been cut off by him without hesitation.

So what the hell is she here for?

Zhan Hao frowned, slowly raised his eyes, and made an impatient sound from his nose.Ma Qingyun was sitting opposite, wringing the silk scarf with her fingers, biting her lip tremblingly, crying in a low voice with tears in her eyes: "Zhan Hao, only you can save me, I beg you... I did something wrong back then, I You shouldn't be angry, don't torture me anymore, save me and your son..."

son?

Zhan Hao leaned on the back of the chair, looked at Ma Qingyun who was crying so hard, and slowly raised his eyebrows.

"Fang Qiu is more than four years old, and he looks less and less like me, and he doesn't look like Zhihuan. I can't hide it anymore... Zhan Hao, you like Fang Qiu so much, will you save him? He is yours." Son!" Ma Qingyun was trembling all over, and her voice had already started to choke.The makeup on her face had already been messed up, the powder on her skin was flushed out into shallow grooves, and the eye makeup was also smudged, forming a circle of dirt around the eye sockets.

Extremely embarrassed.

Zhan Hao looked coldly at her lack of posture, and then looked at Fang Qiu who was having fun with the dead leaves in the yard.The child's immature face looks very cute in the sun, with a small round nose and pouty lips.Looking at Fang Qiu's eyebrows, Zhan Hao began to think carefully in his heart.

- not like.Not like Ma Qingyun, not like Lin Zhihuan, but not like him either.Why did Ma Qingyun say that - Fang Qiu is his son?Leaving aside her appearance, even if Fang Qiu doesn't look like him, when did he have skin-to-skin relationship with this woman?

Thinking about it, Zhan Hao slowly raised his chin, his eyes were cold: "Mrs. Lin, why do you think Fang Qiu is my son?"

Ma Qingyun raised her tearful eyes pitifully, with an unbelievably sad expression on her face, choked up and said, "Zhan Hao, you really don't want to recognize him? He is your child... I know I did something wrong, I You shouldn't be angry, you shouldn't be willful, but you can't take your anger out on Fang Qiu, he is your own son..."

"Mrs. Lin—" Zhan Hao frowned, leaned forward slightly, put his elbows on the two armrests of the chair, and twisted his fingers together: "I think you should find out first, when did we make out? Huh? Zhan thinks he has always been a well-mannered person—Madam doesn’t need to belittle herself like this.” He raised his eyebrows slightly, and spoke slowly in a flat and irrelevant manner.Ma Qingyun bit her lip and looked at him, shaking her head slowly, her tears never stopped.

"Don't you remember? Zhan Hao, before my father betrothed me to Lin Zhihuan, didn't I come to see you one night after the Double Ninth Festival? Don't you remember? Do you remember? I know, I used That kind of despicable means... You are blaming me, you still blame me, right?" Ma Qingyun cried and stood up, clutching a silk scarf to her chest, and slowly walked towards Zhan Hao.

"I can't help it, Zhan Hao, I can't help it... Why didn't you marry me back then? Zhan Hao, you rejected me so ruthlessly, you don't know that I became the laughing stock of everyone in the family at that time... I I'm going to hate you!" She stood unsteadily in the middle of the lobby, crying and complaining to Zhan Hao.The little maid behind her looked at her wobbly figure, and hurried forward to support her in panic.Ma Qingyun leaned weakly on the maidservant, resentment appeared in her eyes, but she regretted it.

"I used to want to take revenge on you and make you regret it, but now I am the one who regrets it! You actually gave up on us, mother and son..." Ma Qingyun stumbled to Zhan Hao, crying uncontrollably.Zhan Hao looked at her steadily, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I married into the Lin family with your child... I thought you would be sad and regret it, but you are so unfeeling! I waited for five years, and you never took the initiative to come to see me! I am very bad at the Lin family, very Not good, you know? I think about you every day...Lin Zhihuan never touches me, only once in the bridal chamber, he is a pervert, he is a psychopath...Zhan Hao, he is so disgusting! I can't take it anymore, I'm afraid that he will find our son, and I'm afraid that he will do something to Fang Qiu..." Ma Qingyun was already incoherent, and she knelt at Zhan Hao's feet, grabbing the hem of his clothes without a trace.

Zhan Hao stood up quietly, stretched out his hand to help her up, Ma Qingyun slammed into his arms as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and stretched out her arms to hug him tightly.

Zhan Hao lowered his eyes, his eyes were deep.He reached out and patted Ma Qingyun's trembling back, and asked calmly, "What month is Fang Qiu's birthday?"

"Two days after Mid-Autumn Festival..." Ma Qingyun whispered tremblingly, her cheek pressed tightly against Zhan Hao's chest.She greedily absorbed the breath and temperature of Zhan Hao's body, just like a thirsty person finding a water source, she closed her eyes excitedly and relaxed.

Double Ninth Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival.

Zhan Hao raised his eyes, turned his face and looked out the window.He saw the dead leaves put on their masks again, holding little Fang Qiu and standing beside the purple jasmine bushes in the courtyard full of flowers.The two of them were looking at him steadily in the sunlight, their expressions froze.Fang Qiu was a little panicked, but Dead Ye's eyes were cold.

Zhan Hao was startled, and subconsciously pushed Ma Qingyun away.

Ma Qingyun suddenly woke up from the intoxication, opened her eyes, and looked at him in a daze.Zhan Hao stared at the dead leaves, looked at his cold eyes, saw him holding Fang Qiu in his arms, turned around and walked to the place covered by the wall... for a moment, he felt that his behavior was a little ridiculous.When he turned around, his eyes immediately met Shang Ma Qingyun's tearful eyes again, which made Zhan Hao feel a little irritable.He frowned, and the more he looked at Ma Qingyun, the more upset he felt.He had never liked this woman, and he didn't know why she was so obsessed with him back then.Openly coquettish, but secretly flattering, she looks like his childhood sweetheart and the prospective daughter-in-law of the Zhan family in the future.

In the past, his relationship with Ma Qingyun and Lin Zhihuan could be considered close. The girls in Changzhou Mansion all envied Ma Qingyun, thinking that she was surrounded by two gentlemen who were so gentle and handsome, and she was very beautiful, but it was not like that.It was him that Lin Zhihuan liked, and he also preferred Lin Zhihuan more. The relationship between the two of them had nothing to do with Ma Qingyun - but that was all in the past.

Breaking away from Lin Zhihuan, refusing the Ma family's marriage - these are things he must do, because these are things he does not need to do.He had more important missions to accomplish, so anything personal had to back down before that.

The lives of relatives were the only thing Zhan Hao felt he could not afford to lose at that time.He was born for these people, and every moment since he was a child, he knew exactly what he should do.

Don't love your sons and daughters, don't make friends with friends.All he needs is someone related to that matter.

Now, that thing has been done.

Who else does he need at this moment?

The relatives have their own happiness and their own dependence, leaving him alone.If he was allowed to spend the remaining 32 years of boredom like this, Zhan Hao felt that God would be too cruel.

He has made a lot of concessions for others, giving up all the space in his life to hold a thing that counts for thousands of years.Now, that place was suddenly completely empty, and he went so fast that he had no time to prepare new things to fill the emptiness.

So after that, he felt at a loss for half a year.Soaked in smoke all day, not knowing where to go next moment.Later, Uncle Zhong brought him back into the Zhan family's business and told him that there were still many things to do—maybe those things were not entirely related to him, but at least they had something to do with the people around him.

Uncle Zhong said, don’t rush, take your time, one day—that day will certainly not be too long—you will be able to find the meaning of life and the focus of life.Then you just have to go around it, go old, go dead.There is no need to think too much, and every day will not feel empty.

Then after more than half a year, he really found it.Maybe he doesn't know how to "turn around it", but at least he has something to do again.

And so everything else in his life had to give way to this one.