Merry illusion

Looking at the ground, muttering to himself, a drop of clear tears fell on the ground, anyone who saw it would feel a burst of sadness.

Xiao Yan couldn't bear to look at it any longer, he greeted Feng Mingxuan's boss to take good care of Mo Xian and left.

Xiao House.

"Father, my son has something to ask." Xiao Yan and Mo Yan'er stood upright in front of Father Xiao.

"What's the matter?" Father Xiao put down the teacup in his hand, and looked up at the two of them.

Xiao Yan and Mo Yan'er glanced at each other, then Mo Yan'er said, "Father, please help my second brother." Then Mo Yan'er told Father Xiao about Mo Xian's current situation. "Although my second brother is misbehaving and sees that he is the elder brother of the daughter-in-law, please help my second brother!"

"You two mean to let me use my relationship to find that kid named Shu Chen?" Father Xiao asked.

"Exactly, father."

"It's not impossible, it's just that your Mo family has more connections than my Xiao family, why didn't you ask your father for help?" Father Xiao asked.

"How can my father care about what my second brother has done before he gets angry? Father, please help my second brother!"

Father Xiao pondered for a moment and replied: "I'll try it, but I don't know if I can find it or not."

Xiao Yan and Mo Yan'er said in unison: "Thank you, father."

look for him thousands of miles

Mo Xian was lying on the bed drunk again, at first he would throw things in a hurry, and kept picking on the servants, so scared that many servants did not dare to approach, but now he is just drunk and doesn't lose his temper and throws things, he looks haggard for people to see I feel distressed.

Mrs. Mo looked at Mo Xian's door from a distance countless times and sighed, what kind of evil did she do? Why are her two sons so annoying.

A maid named Lian Er walked towards Mo Xian's room with a crystal jar.

"Lian'er, what do you want?" Mrs. Mo called Lian'er to stop.

Lian'er turned around, saluted politely, and said, "Return to Madam, this is the second son's koi, I'll send it to him."

Mrs. Mo nodded, and said softly: "Go! Remember to advise Mo Xian to drink less."

"Okay, ma'am."

Lian'er walked in quietly, for fear of waking up the sleeping people on the floor and causing trouble.However, it just happened that I didn't want to.

Mo Xian squinted his eyes, "What is it?"

After saluting quickly, Lian'er brought the crystal jar to Mo Xian: "Back to Second Young Master, it's your koi."

The fish in the tank wagged their tails happily, lively but uncomfortable, or because the space was too small.

"Why are you here?" Back in the Mo Mansion these days, she was distracted and didn't pay attention to see what was going on with the koi left in the corner. She once told Shu Chen that she was already dead, but she didn't think she was still there.

"Since the young master went out to live, Lian'er came to clean the room for the young master every day. Seeing that there was no one to feed the koi, he kept feeding it. Later, Lian'er was transferred to another place. He was afraid that no one would feed it, so he took it with him. After leaving, I thought I would release the young master when he came back, but who knew that the young master had a very bad temper when he came back, Lian Er was afraid, so she couldn't come here for a long time, and only recently saw that the young master's temper improved, so he brought the koi here, please young master Forgive me!!" Lian Er said with two lines of tears on her face, kneeling on the ground waiting for Mo Xian's punishment.

Mo Xian held the tank, looked at the fish, and said calmly: "It's okay, you can go down!"

"Thanks... Mr. Xie." Then he hurriedly backed out.

Mo Xian raised the fish tank and looked at the fish through the wall of the tank. The fish seemed to be quite human, and when they saw Mo Xian's face, they stopped swimming. Turn around and face the fish's head again, and the fish swims away again.Repeated several times, Mo Xian couldn't help laughing at himself.

Shu Chen, you don't want to see me, not even the fish you bought.

Two years with Shu Chen is just a moment, and every moment without Shu Chen is hard.

Mo Xian looked at the snow falling outside the window, it didn't snow during the two years Shu Chen was here!You see, the seasons are like spring when you are around, and it snows when you are not around.

"Second Young Master, where are we going in such a cold day!" Mo Xian got into the carriage and asked the driver.

"The other courtyard in the south of the city."

There were not many people on the snowy street but the road was slippery. The boy didn't dare to drive too fast for fear of making mistakes, so he arrived after a while.

The door lock of the other courtyard was covered with a thick layer of dust because it had not been touched for a long time and it was on the side of the street.

Mo Xian opened the door and went in. There was a thin layer of snow in the yard, and there were footprints as soon as he left, everything was as it was.

It's been half a year, and it's been half a year since Shu Chen left. After Shu Chen left, he hasn't been here again. Seeing these chests, he panicked. Now he really understands what it means to be different, nothing has changed, it's still the same But... Shu Chen, the only thing missing here is you.

Pushing the door open, some dust fell down, Mo Xian shook off the dust on his body lightly, the room was still the same as it was before, in a blink of an eye, he seemed to see Shu Chen standing by the table carefully arranging the bowls and chopsticks, and also saw Shu Chen Pull the clothes to change for him...

Such a happy day, Shu Chen, why did you leave?

Open the dusty drawer, there are six or seven sachets inside, probably because the sachets have been left for a long time, the original fragrance is no longer there, only a faint smell, Mo Xian carefully holds the sachets and puts them between the nostrils , Smelling it carefully, I felt a burst of soreness.

At first he felt that this room was a bit small, but now standing here, he felt extremely empty, without any trace of popularity.

Mo Xian took a sachet and hung it on his waist, then put the rest neatly into a drawer, sat silently on the head of the bed, looked around, there was almost nothing Shu Chen had, as if he had never been here .

Mo Xian sat for a while before leaving.

The Xiao family sent people to search around for more than half a year before they got a little news that there was a poor scholar who sold calligraphy and painting in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. He looked like the person in the portrait, but the portrait is different from the person after all. , and didn't dare to ask rashly, if it was true, wouldn't it be shocking.

As soon as Mo Xian stepped into the gate of Mo Mansion, he saw Xiao Yan anxiously pacing back and forth at the gate.

"Why are you here?" Mo Xian asked.

"I didn't come here for you." Xiao Yan said anxiously.

"What made you anxiously wait for me at the door, let's talk about it after walking in, it's such a cold day." Mo Xian led Xiao Yan back to the room.

"Don't get excited after hearing this, I'm not sure if it is."

Mo Xian was surprised when he heard this, and a little excited: "Do you have news about Shu Chen?"

Xiao Yan nodded heavily: "En."

Mo Xian's heart trembled, and he couldn't hide his excitement: "Where is he?"

"It is said that calligraphy and paintings are sold in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, but the people sent by my family came back and said that they are not sure if it is true, but they just look at the portraits and feel like it."

"What's the name of the town? Where exactly is it located?" Mo Xian asked anxiously.

"Water Mill Town..."

"Thank you."

"When are you going?"

"tomorrow."

"Will tomorrow be too hasty? It's not sure yet!"

"Whether it's true or not, I have to go and see." Little bits of hope were ignited in my heart, and my intuition told him that it must be him, and he couldn't be wrong.

On the second day, Mo Xian went on the road alone regardless of his family's obstruction, the thoughts in his heart were about to move, he didn't dare to think whether that person was him, he could only pray that it was him.

Mo Xian was completely unaware of the bumpy and tiring journey, and finally arrived at the place called Shuimo Town on the fourth day.

The folk customs in the town are simple and honest, it seems like a place where Shu Chen would stay, and Mo Xian didn't stop much, just looking for it all the way.

The town is not big, it only takes half an hour to walk there, and Mo Xian has searched back and forth several times, but no one is selling calligraphy and painting, Mo Xian is a little impatient, maybe he didn't come out to set up a stall, thinking of going home to look for it.

Damn it, Xiao Yan didn't tell him where Shu Chen's family lives, it seems that he has to find it by himself.

This small town is not big, there shouldn't be many calligraphy and painting sellers, and it's not hard to find.

Mo Xian found an old man with a benevolent look on his face and asked, "Old man, are there any calligraphy and painting sellers in your town?"

"Yes!" The old man looked not far away and murmured: "Hey, why didn't he come out to set up a stall today." He turned his head and smiled and said to Mo Xian: "It's really a coincidence, he didn't come out to set up a stall today!"

"That's right! But I'm in a hurry to buy a calligraphy and painting, can the old man tell me where his home is?" Mo Xian smiled elegantly.

"I don't know about this, let me ask for you."

Mo Xian smiled and nodded his thanks.

"Aunt Zhang, do you know where the boy who sells calligraphy and paintings lives? Someone wants to buy paintings." The old man shouted loudly to an old woman at the opposite booth.

"It seems to be under the tofu shop..." Aunt Zhang replied.

"Go straight this way, and when you encounter a fork in the road, go back again, and then you will arrive at the tofu workshop. There are several households facing the water below the tofu workshop. You can go there and ask." The old man kindly showed him the way, Said without hesitation.

"Thank you."

Saying goodbye to the old man, Mo Xian walked along the direction of the old man for a while, and then arrived at the so-called tofu shop. Going down the stone steps, there were several bamboo houses. Mo Xian couldn't help frowning when he saw it, why he lived in such a simple way.

Several women passing by looked at him one after another, perhaps they had never seen such an extraordinary young man.

Mo Xian stepped forward and asked politely, "Does this aunt know where the calligraphy and painting seller lives?"

The woman has never seen such a rich and wealthy young man in this remote town all year round. She looked a little embarrassed, looked at Mo Xian in a daze, and Mo Xian gave a refined smile. Then the woman felt a little impolite and said: "What are you talking about? Let Su Xiucai go home!"

"That's right, it's Shu Xiucai." Hearing the word "Su", Mo Xian felt half relieved, it must be him.

"His house is still there! You walk along the river, and the one with a calligraphy and painting hanging on the door is his house."

"Thank you."