Brilliant

Mo Nanxuan took out a photo from his wallet.

It was a family portrait. What my mother liked most when she was alive was to take the whole family to take pictures together. She always stood crookedly, while my younger brother stood upright beside her mother. The younger brother's head portrait was on the photo It was torn off by the angry self and then pasted again, leaving a circle of white lines, which looked out of place with the whole photo.

When I left home that year, I took this photo with me and tore off my brother’s head in anger. I regretted it later. I found glue all over the street to stick it on, but the white lines couldn’t be repaired. up.

Once, I was jealous of Mo Beicheng.

No way, with such a younger brother, no one can hold back their jealousy.Not only does he have extraordinary musical talent, he is obedient and quiet. He was never seen crying when he was a child. He can sit on the sofa and read for an afternoon with a book. After school, he has excellent grades and has never affected his studies because of practicing the piano. , the only thing that worries the parents is that Mo Beicheng is not like an ordinary child.

Even if he was deliberately tricked by himself, even if he was bullied and wronged by others, he would never complain. He naturally suppressed his feelings and tolerated others, as if nothing could make him angry.It's as if he lives only for music.

Later, my father discussed with himself that there must be a son in the family to inherit the family business, and his musical talent is not as good as that of his younger brother, so why not give up music from now on and learn how to be a qualified businessman, Mo Nanxuan and his father that day After a quarrel, he packed his things and left home that night.He hates the eccentricity of his parents, why he is willing to sacrifice himself to fulfill his younger brother's dream, and he hates even more why he has a younger brother who is better than himself.

But after he came to a foreign country, he couldn't help but miss that little genius who had attracted much attention.

When filling out his volunteer application, he hesitated for a while, and finally chose finance.

He remembered when he was a child, when he first realized that he had a younger brother, what he thought: What if this stupid younger brother who only knows how to play the piano spends all the money in the family one day... ...

At that time, he was troubled by this problem for a long time, but he couldn't think of a solution.

"Ou Yu, pack up... let's go back." Mo Nanxuan suddenly thought of all this, he stood up and stuffed the photo back into his wallet.

The shares and property sent by that bastard Mo Beicheng should not be for nothing. He doesn't know how to manage them anyway, so it's better to leave them to himself.

"Where are you going back?" Ou Yu was stunned for a moment, why did this man cry and laugh at one time, he must not be sick!

"Go back and inherit the family property." Mo Nanxuan heaved a sigh of relief, maybe this is the fate in the legend, he was destined to inherit the family business, and he was destined to have nothing to do with music.

Wen Mingyuan pushed open the glass window and walked to Mo Beicheng's side.

"Mo Beicheng," Wen Mingyuan patted him on the back.

He didn't know what happened to Mo Beicheng, but when he thought about it, he knew it might be inseparable from his complicated family background. Wen Mingyuan didn't know how to comfort him, so he stood by his side.

"I'm fine..." Mo Beicheng stood up and rubbed his eyes, "By the way, I have to call the store manager, I want to open a music studio with Jiang Haishan, I can't write songs now Well, I just want to set up a studio with a higher income, and I can't hang around in the milk tea shop all the time."

"Speaking of which, your brother called me over today." Wen Mingyuan almost forgot about the check, "He gave me 100 million as a thank you money. You... I don't need any thanks Kim."

"Okay, I'll return it to him." Mo Beicheng took the check, asked Wen Mingyuan to borrow the car keys, and drove all the way to the hotel.

"But, Mr. Mo Nanxuan just checked out." The hotel receptionist replied with a face of shame, "Why don't you ask where he is now?"

Mo Beicheng quickly took out his phone: "Brother, where are you now?"

Mo Nanxuan didn't expect that Mo Beicheng would come looking for him: "I'm on my way to the airport."

"I'll return the 100 million check to you." Mo Beicheng hurried to the hotel gate.

"No, it's a thank you money for Wen Mingyuan." Mo Nanxuan said.

"He said he didn't need it." Mo Beicheng got into the car and fastened his seat belt.

"Then you can use it." Mo Nanxuan replied.

"I don't need it either!" Mo Beicheng stepped on the gas pedal and drove towards the airport.

Mo Nanxuan closed his phone, and after a while the driver drove to the entrance of the airport, and Mo Nanxuan and Ou Yu got out of the car.

Ou Yu went to check-in first, and Mo Nanxuan stood at the entrance waiting for Mo Beicheng. He sent Mo Beicheng the location of the boarding gate. He didn't want to return the check, but he wanted to see his brother again.

Soon, Mo Nanxuan saw Mo Beicheng's car approaching.

Long-term parking is not allowed at the airport entrance, Mo Beicheng rolled down the window and handed the check to Mo Nanxuan.

Mo Nanxuan took it, but instead of taking back the check, he took out the pen in his jacket pocket, added a zero to the amount of the check, and returned it to Mo Beicheng.

"elder brother......"

Mo Nanxuan smiled and said, "I gave it to you, take it and spend it, if it's not enough, ask me for it."

"I......"

At this moment, the airport staff blew their whistle and urged Mo Beicheng to drive away.

Mo Beicheng could only step on the accelerator: "Brother, in my room, in the middle drawer of the desk, there is a DVD box in it! You must get that box!"

Mo Nanxuan nodded.

"Brother...I'm sorry..." There was no longer any delay, the airport staff knocked on the window glass, signaling Mo Beicheng to leave quickly.Mo Beicheng had no choice but to leave in the car. After he left, Mo Nanxuan looked up at the sky, and it was sunset.

The sky is full of yellow clouds, and the dodos fly south.

How many times have I wished that you would just be an ordinary boy, just be a younger brother who has accomplished nothing.

Doing nothing every day, chatting with your friends, buying what you like, and staying away from what you hate, without extraordinary talents, and without sensitive and delicate feelings, enjoy the money and pampering I give you wantonly, just in the little house I built In the greenhouse, there is no need to care about the future, no need to care about dreams, and no need to take responsibility.

You can be selfish, you can be stupid, but you can't be sensible.

You can be conceited, you can be stupid, but you can't cry.

But Mo Beicheng...

You never want to listen to me.

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