Merry illusion

System!Tong Bo was speechless in embarrassment and surprise. It took him a long time to cough lightly, then turned around and walked out the door in embarrassment.

Mo Chen raised his head in panic, his face was already red to the ears, he hurried out like a thief who has stolen something.

Tong Bo stood at the corner of the corridor as if waiting for him, Mo Chen hesitated for a while before walking over, and shouted: "Tong Bo."

Tong Bo was loyal to the Mo family and cared for the two young masters of the Mo family as if they were his own. Even Mo Xian respected Tong Bo very much. In these years, whenever Mo Xian was angry, he took out his anger on Mo Chen. The subordinates are also like grass, and they also ridicule those who the master doesn't like, and finally look at Mo Chen with inferior eyes, Tong Bo is the only one who treats Mo Chen well in the house.

"Hey, let's go!" Tong Bo looked at Mo Chen's flushed face and sighed, and walked forward with his hands behind his back.

Mo Chen bowed his head and followed behind the child who did something wrong.

Tong Bo took Mo Chen back to his room, looked around and closed the door.

"sit down!"

Mo Chen sat down dumbly, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, his heart was pounding.

"Since when did you have this thought?" Tong Bo's tone was full of helplessness.

Mo Chen knelt down in shock, tears poured out immediately, and his voice trembled: "Please don't...don't tell your son." The ugly and wishful thinking secret in his heart would be bumped into by others. Be there for him, and he just wants to be there for him.

Tong Bo's brows were tightly furrowed, and his brows were full of unbearable sympathy: "Get up and talk, I promise you not to tell others." He went to pull Mochen to get up.

"Oh, how could you have such thoughts about the second son." Tong Bo sighed.

Mo Chen bowed his head silently.

"How many years have you been with him?" Tong Boyu asked earnestly.

"Five years."

"It's been five years, and you should know the temperament of the second son. After all, you and him are not on the same road, and this... what kind of dignity is this."

Mo Chen bowed his head and remained silent.

"Cut it off! It's good for you."

Mo Chen lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Mo Chen... can't do it."

"You..." Tong Bo was very angry, he was doing it for his own good, why didn't he appreciate it.

"Mo Chen doesn't ask for anything else, it's enough to be by the young master's side and serve him and watch him."

Tong Bo sighed helplessly and shook his head, it was another grievance, how good this is.

In the middle of the night, Mo Chen vaguely heard a whole sound, woke up slowly, put on his clothes and went out to look.

Mo Chen developed a problem of not being able to sleep well at night. The reason was that Mo Xian had a nightmare for a while and he would always talk nonsense. When he woke up, he would call him. If he went late or fell asleep and didn’t hear it, it would be inevitable the next day. After a long time of punishment, it became a habit. Occasionally, when you close your eyes for a while, you will feel that Mo Xian is calling him again, get up and go to Mo Xian's room to check, but it is dark and there is no movement.

Hearing that the voice came from the back of Mo Xian's room, Mo Chen walked around in a big circle, thinking that whoever was so bold would not have a good life if he disturbed the young master's rest.In fact, this is not the main reason, what Mo Chen thinks more is that if Mo Xian doesn't rest well, he should take revenge on him tomorrow morning.

The night was cold and windy, Mo Chen couldn't help shivering, and his pace quickened.

From a distance, it looked like someone was practicing sword, Mo Chen lowered his footsteps and gradually approached, finally saw the figure clearly through the moonlight, it was white and heroic, Mo Chen couldn't help but see the god.

Suddenly a cold light fell on the side of the neck, and a white figure stood in front of him holding a silver sword.

Mo Chen was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, squinted at the sword by his neck, and shouted in a trembling voice, "Second...Second Young Master."

Mo Xian stared at him with beautiful phoenix eyes, and withdrew his sword and said, "What are you doing here?"

"I... I heard something... I was afraid that someone would disturb your son's rest...so... come and have a look." Mo Chen couldn't believe that this was his son, when did his son learn martial arts?

Mo Xian glanced at him and said, "Go back! Remember not to tell anyone." Then he turned and left.

Mo Xian has been practicing swords in the middle of the night without letting anyone know, Mo Chen has been with him all the time holding tea, at first Mo Xian kept driving Mo Chen away, but Mo Chen pretended not to hear and let him force him no matter how hard he forced him to not leave, slowly he also So he acquiesced, and occasionally took a sip or two of Mo Chen's tea, picking and choosing whether the tea was cold or hot.

It was only later that I heard that a son of a family friend was good at swordsmanship. Master Mo was very envious, and kept saying that he was useless, and Mo Yang's honest and clumsy appearance was only a three-legged cat. He saw that day The young master joked that Mo Yang was not good enough, Mo Yang lowered his head and smiled slightly and said yes, Mo Xian couldn't see Mo Yang's cowardice, waved his fan and said disdainfully: "Even if our Mo family doesn't study hard, it may not be better than some students. Ten years or eight years." The angry young man stomped his feet and invited him to compete, about one month later.

Later, Mo Xian won the competition. At that time, everyone was surprised, and even Master Mo couldn't agree more. No one knew how much effort Mo Xian put in behind him, except him and him.

Mo Xian was not at home, Mo Chen was sitting in the garden peeling walnuts, thinking that when Mo Xian came back, he could cook walnut porridge for him, a little girl ran over staggeringly, pulled the hem of his clothes and said coquettishly: "Mo Brother Chen accompanied me on the swing."

Mo Chen put down the walnut in his hand, smiled and picked up the little girl, and smiled softly: "Okay, brother, let's go on the swing with Yan'er."

Mo Chen swayed the swing again and again, and glanced to the side of the garden from time to time.

Suddenly the swing began to shake, Mo Chen looked over, and Mo Yang, who was at the other end of the swing frame, smiled and said to Mo Yan'er: "My sister asked Brother Mo Chen to accompany you on the swing!"

The little girl muttered dissatisfied and said: "You and brother Mo Xian don't play with me, only brother Mo Chen plays with me, I like brother Mo Chen the most."

"Who said Big Brother won't play with you anymore, Big Brother and Brother Mo Chen will play with you together in the future!"

"Okay! Okay." The little girl clapped her hands happily.

Mo Yang smiled at Mo Chen, and Mo Chen stared at that face for a long time before returning to his senses.

Same face, different temperament.

Past ([-])

Another day, Mo Xian brought a sachet in the house, and heard a childish voice shouting from a distance: "Brother Mo Chen, let's go fly a kite!"

The little girl came in pulling Mo Yang's hand. "smell good!"

"Mo Chen, why are there so many sachets?" Mo Yang looked at three or four sachets on the table, and picked one up to have a look.

"Put it in the closet, so that the clothes will smell good." Mo Xian likes this smell, and Mo Xian will feel happier when putting on the clothes in the closet.

"Can you give me one? It just so happens that my sachet has been put away somewhere, and it's rare to buy it. It's not as good as yours." Mo Yang asked hesitantly, perhaps because he was afraid that he would refuse.

"This..." Mo Chen hesitated, and looked down to see that Mo Yang's waist was empty without any accessories: "...Okay!"

Mo Yang was overjoyed, and carefully hung the sachet on his waist.

"Brother Mo Chen, let's go fly a kite!" The little girl was neglected, the little girl was slightly dissatisfied, and the old man turned his mouth up.

"This..." Mo Chen hesitated, afraid that Mo Xian would be unhappy if he couldn't find him when he went home suddenly.

"You see, Yan'er really wants you to accompany him to fly a kite! Just go! The second brother won't be back in half an hour at this early hour." Mo Yang persuaded, remembering that he went to Yan'er for a proposal half an hour ago Said to let brother Mo Chen accompany her to fly the kite.

"This... alright!" Seeing Yan'er acting coquettishly, she couldn't refuse any more, so she had no choice but to agree.

Blue sky and white clouds, green grass faintly.

The weather is good, but it is very suitable for kite flying. Mo Chen hasn't gone out for a long time. He watched Xiaoyan on the lawn clumsily arranging the kite line. He was too weak to fly the kite. He accidentally fell down and didn't wait for him to go. Helping her, the little girl got up by herself with a "giggle" smile.

Mo Yang trotted on the grass, and the kite flew up after a while, Yan'er clapped beside him, Mo Chen squinted at the figure and thought how great it would be if it was him.

"Mo Chen, come and try." Mo Yang stood not far away and shouted at him, when the kite was already flying high.

"I don't know." Mo Chen has never touched this kind of thing. When he was a little beggar, he wanted to touch it but had no chance to touch it. Later, he followed Mo Xian. Mo Xian despises such small things.

Mo Yang said this and walked towards this side: "It's okay, it's very simple, I'll hold it for you."

Mo Chen refused but had to take over the spool. At first the kite was flying well, but somehow Mo Chen's hand stopped working. Seeing that it was about to fall, Mo Chen hurriedly backed away, hoping that the kite could fly against the wind again.

Unexpectedly, there was a stone hidden in the uneven grass, and he fell back when he stumbled.

Mo Yang's eyes were quick and his hands quickly caught Mo Chen when he was about to fall. Suddenly, the atmosphere changed. Mo Chen looked at those eyes with the expression that had appeared in his own eyes countless times.

Just looking at him like this, in a trance, I can't tell whether the person in front of me is Mo Xian or Mo Yang.

"Brother, brother Mo Chen, what are you doing, the kite has fallen down."

A childish voice brought them back to reality, and both of them separated quickly in embarrassment.

After this incident, the atmosphere became awkward, and he went back after a while, but Yan'er was still reluctant and had to promise her to come back next time.

When he walked to the door, he saw Yan'er's nanny waiting anxiously at the door. Mo Yang explained that he took her out to play, and the nanny couldn't say much and left with Yan'er in her arms.

The two of them didn't speak, Mo Yang kept following Mo Chen, and it was a while before Mo Chen said: "Young Master, please go back!"

"It's okay, I'll take you back."

Mo Chen couldn't say anything more, he just walked with his head down.

"Where have you been?"

A familiar voice sounded, which surprised Mo Chen