Merry illusion

, said calmly: "No problem."

Mo Xian suddenly wanted to tease him, so he lifted Shu Chen's chin, and his smile grew stronger: "It's really okay?"

"It doesn't matter." There was no wave in his calm eyes.

"Well, that's what you said." After speaking, he shook the folding fan and opened the door.

Mo Xian stood in the middle of the door, with his folding fan swinging slowly across his chest, looked among the flowers, and shouted: "Miss Yun'er."

As soon as he said the words, he felt that there were hands behind him pulling his sleeves.

The girl named Yun'er saw that Mo Xian called her and trotted over happily, and asked, "What's the matter, my lord?"

Mo Xian smiled and said to the girl Yun'er: "It's nothing, I just think that Miss Yun'er has gained a lot of weight recently, no matter how fat she is, no one will want her."

Yun'er was thin-skinned and couldn't stand it, so she covered her face and ran away crying.

Mo Xian closed the door with a smile and turned to look at Shu Chen: "It's okay."

Shu Chen lowered his head in shame.

"Since you don't want to go to Mo Mansion, how about finding a small residence in another courtyard?"

Shu Chen lowered his head and replied: "Yes."

memory fading

Mo Xian bought a courtyard in the south of the city. The environment is elegant and unique, but he agrees with Shu Chen's indifferent look.

Mo Xian redeemed Shu Chen's body. When she redeemed her body, Aunt Mei tried her best to keep her, saying that she treated Shu Chen like her own son, and she was reluctant. In fact, she was just afraid that without Shu Chen, such a rich man as Mo Xian would be missing.

Later, Mo Xian insisted on taking Shu Chen away, but the old bustard had no choice but to extort a large sum of money, saying it was some kind of liquidated damages. Shu Chen hadn't signed any contract, but at first he had verbally promised that Aunt Mei would stay here forever. The theory of liquidated damages is just that Shu Chen is kind-hearted and feels unreasonable, but Mo Xian never puts money in his eyes so he doesn't care.

Shu Chen didn't have many things, so he packed them up in a few strokes.If the boudoir is not far from the south of the city, when I got off the car, I happened to meet the young man from the teapot shop.

Probably rich men like Mo Xian are rare, plus Mo Xian never leaves his hand with a folding fan and wears a white dress that is easy to leave a deep impression on people, so the man recognized Mo immediately. Xian, came over to say hello.

"Young Master Mo Xian?"

At this time, Mo Xian was holding Shu Chen's hand and helping him get off the carriage.

Mo Xian looked over and asked with some doubts: "Who are you?"

"My lord, I don't remember. This is the owner of the porcelain shop who painted pots for you that day!" The young man spoke with a little respect.

It was only then that Mo Xian came to a sudden, and smiled elegantly: "Oh, thank you, my wife likes it very much." When he said this, Mo Xian glanced at Shu Chen.

Shu Chen suddenly turned his face away in embarrassment.

The owner of the teapot shop naturally knew what was going on, so he said, "Young Master Mo Xian is very kind to you! The bottom of the pot has both your names on it, it can be said to be a promise of love."

"Name?" What name?

"It turns out that the young master doesn't know yet! Excuse me for talking too much, let me go!" After speaking, the man left silently.

Shu Chen turned his head and asked Mo Xian: "What's your name?"

Mo Xian smiled and said, "Wait for the lady to find out by herself."

The small residence in the other courtyard is full of elegance, small but exquisite, everything is ready, Shu Chen is not picky about the accommodation, Mo Xian asked her if she was satisfied, he was naturally satisfied.

Besides the two of them, there is an old woman in her 40s in the other courtyard. It was Madam Mo who heard that Mo Xian was going to move out. With the second son.

Mo Xian briefly introduced her as Lan Gu, and Shu Chen nodded with a smile and said hello to Lan Gu.

Mo Xian seldom goes out since he lived in the other courtyard. He stays with Shu Chen all day long. In fact, sometimes being with Shu Chen is unavoidably boring. He can't bear the loneliness and wants to go out to have fun, but that kid Xiao Yan is The younger sister who followed him wholeheartedly didn't want to be with him at all, and she tried to persuade him not to mess around with him. When she said this, Mo Xian held her stomach and laughed for a long time.

Mo Xianfeng has attracted countless boys and girls to give up their hearts. Most of the young masters in the neighborhood can't understand him. He is arrogant and his family is very rich. Those young masters respect him on the surface but secretly slander him. Mo Xian knows it but doesn't want to pay attention to it. Mo Xian despises the behavior of obedience and disobedience from the bottom of his heart, so in the past many years, he has ended up with such a friend as Xiaoyan.

Shu Chen cooks good dishes, everything suits Mo Xian's taste, Mo Xian is also very surprised, Shu Chen is willing to cook and Mo Xian is willing to eat, the small life is like ordinary people's home, warm and sweet.

Lan Gu saw that although Shu Chen was a big man, he was more delicate and considerate than that girl's family, and Mo Xian also obeyed him. She felt a little embarrassed that she was so leisurely, so she said a lot of good things in front of Master Mo and Mrs. Mo , but Master Mo and Mrs. Mo could only sigh after hearing this.

It's just that recently Shu Chen found that Mo Xian was always very restless at night, muttering something in his mouth, but couldn't hear clearly.When I asked him when I got up in the morning, he also said that he didn't remember.

"Mo Chen—"

Shu Chen was awakened by a cry, but he saw thick sweat dripping from the forehead of the person next to him. He hurriedly wiped it off with his sleeve, but heard the person beside him utter two words coldly.

Shu Chen's whole body froze, and the hand that wiped the sweat froze on his forehead, and he didn't take it back for a long while.

He heard those two words clearly - "Mo Chen".

Has he not forgotten?

No, no, he must have forgotten everything, otherwise he wouldn't treat him so well...

Shu Chen's heart was filled with panic, but he didn't notice that the people around him woke up. Mo Xian stretched out his hand to hold his hand that was frozen in mid-air, and sat up with a smile.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" The voice was lazy and ambiguous, and it wrapped around his waist.

Only then did Shu Chen come back to his senses, and replied in a daze: "I heard you shout, did you have a nightmare?"

"No! It's not a dream at all! My lady Shu Chen, do you miss your husband too much and have auditory hallucinations?" Mo Xian hugged him and lay down jokingly, with his arm for Shu Chen's pillow, and the other hand tightly Putting an arm around Shu Chen's waist.

"My husband is here, go to sleep."

don't remember?Just don't remember...

From then on, Shu Chen paid attention to Mo Xian's movements every night, but there was no such phenomenon for several consecutive nights, so Shu Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

Shu Chen took advantage of Mo Xian's absence to secretly look at the name on the bottom of the teapot, Mo Xian Shuchen smiled calmly.

"Longsick lovesickness, longing lovesickness, infinite lovesickness. Lovesickness hurts lovesickness, lovesickness damages your complexion." When he saw this sentence, he couldn't help but read it aloud. This sentence he understood most.

Ten years of lovesickness, only willing to accompany day and night.

From now on, this will be fine, there is nothing else to ask for.

Mo Xian's expression is not right these days, and somehow he has become restless and mentally ill.

Shu Chen asked him where he felt unwell, and he only replied that there was no.

Shu Chen made ginseng soup and fed it to him, before it reached his lips, he heard Mo Xian spit out slowly: "I seem to have smashed this soup once."

The speaker had no intention, but the listener had the intention, Shu Chen's hand trembled, the soup bowl fell, and the soup splashed onto Mo Xian's clothes, steaming.

Shu Chen hurriedly wiped it off in a panic, but Mo Xian asked him in a panic if it was burning.

a long time ago.

"Brother Mo Chen, come on the swing with me!" The mischievous little girl pulled a man in a plain blue shirt with delicate features and eyes.

The man's face was smoked into a cat. He looked anxiously at the soup and casserole, fanned the fire with a fan, and said in his mouth, "Yan'er, let's play, brother will accompany you on the swing."

The little girl Buyi still held his clothes and acted like a baby: "Brother Mo Chen."

"Hey, this soup is for your second brother. He's not looking well recently, and he needs to drink some ginseng soup to make up for it. Don't make trouble." The man in Tsing Yi named Mo Chen explained patiently.

Unexpectedly, the little girl flicked the corner of her clothes indulgently and said: "Brother Mo Chen is always so kind to the second brother, but the second brother doesn't appreciate it, why does he look sour, he is messing around outside every day."

Mo Chen quickly covered Mo Yan'er's mouth, looked around, and then let go, with some helplessness in his eyes: "Where did you hear the nonsense from the kid's family, your second brother is very good, and he treats me well..." The man's eyebrows and eyes drooping "...nice"

The little girl always has a big temper and "hum" then ignored him and ran out to play.

Inside the room was a beautiful white shirt, holding a painting fan and shaking it slowly, holding a woman with soft eyes and phoenix eyes in her arms, nestled coquettishly in the white shirt.

The room was lit with incense, mixed with the smell of rouge and gouache, and as soon as I entered, I felt an indescribable feeling.

Mo Chen held a bowl of ginseng soup and pushed the door in. At this matter, Mo Xian was playing with the woman in his arms, trying to kiss the woman in his arms, but Mo Chen broke through, and said angrily: "You do it!" What."

Mo Chen humbly lowered his head and handed the ginseng soup to Mo Xian's chest: "My lord, please drink the ginseng soup."

Mo Xian took the ginseng soup a little impatiently, but the person in his arms said: "Your servants are so unruly, they came into the son's room at will."

Mo Xian was already in a bad mood to hear the woman say this, and became even more displeased with Mo Chen. He raised his hand and threw the whole bowl of boiling ginseng soup casually. It was unintentional, but unexpectedly it fell on Mo Chen.

"Ah..." There was a low cry of pain, Mo Chen had tried his best to endure it but still couldn't help crying out. He heard the chef in the mansion say that the ginseng soup works best when it is hot, so he just stewed it Well, it was brought over in a hurry, and it was still boiling hot.

Mo Xian raised his eyebrows and looked over, the hand that was splashed by the soup was already red and swollen, tremblingly picking up the debris on the ground, his hand was accidentally cut by the debris and overflowed with blood, Mo Xian mocked secretly: Stupid.

……

"Is it too hot?" Mo Xian asked anxiously, completely ignoring the water on his body.

Shu Chen said anxiously: "I'm fine, it's all because I'm too clumsy."

"Don't do these things if you know you're stupid, so as not to hurt yourself." Mo Xian was gentle and doting.

Mo Chen's hands were wrapped in white gauze, he hadn't recovered for many days, he couldn't do work, but he was much more relaxed, sitting in the corridor