There was something cold in the house. Han Moyu dreamed of many past events at night, one moment it was the scene of her adoptive father Wu Qiusheng carrying her on his shoulders and playing, one moment the scene of the nurse Mo Chunlan cooking in the kitchen, and the other moment it became the scene of the village being annihilated by the raging fire, and countless people crying and crying for help in the fire. Han Moyu was woken up several times, and then tossed and turned, until finally fell asleep half-asleep.

The next day, it was slightly bright, and Han Moyu woke up. She stared at the soft beige gauze tent above her head with wide eyes, and was in a trance for a while. She muttered to her mother, but no one answered. She reached out and grabbed the brocade quilt on her body, and the faint smell of medicine woke her up completely. She sat up at once, not quite believing what she saw, and ran out of the room barefoot.

In the courtyard, the breeze blows the flowers all over the courtyard, and the flowers sway slightly. It's a little cool. The sun had not yet come out, but there was already light in the sky, and the sky was a little white, like the color of a fish's belly.

Han Moyu looked at the house opposite in a daze, then turned his head and looked at the main house in the courtyard. Every room is closed. The courtyard seemed empty and quiet. A cold feeling came from the soles of Han Moyu's bare feet.

Only then did Han Moyu see the reality clearly, and remembered that he was not in that remote farmhouse thatched hut, but in a deserted small mansion in the courtyard of the Hanfu Mansion in the capital. Frustrated, she walked slowly back into the house with her head down.

It's dawn. The sun shines its first rays into this secluded little courtyard. Han Moyu, who was tossing and turning on the bed, got up, opened the door in the breeze, and then walked to the well to fetch water. The maidservants also got up, and one began to clean the yard, and the other brought a basin with hot water to Mrs. Aki in the main house.

After Han Moyu washed his face and washed the somewhat shabby clothes he had changed on, Mrs. Qiu, who lived in the main room next door, and her daughter were already dressed and went out of the room, thinking that they were going to Mrs. Han to say goodbye.

Han Moyu was about to go over to say hello, but saw that the mother and daughter didn't seem to pay attention to their meaning, so they had to flash aside and get out of the way.

Mrs. Qiu took the little girl's hand and walked past Han Moyu, and the little girl looked back at Han Moyu. Han Moyu grimaced at the little girl. The little girl was amused and giggled, but was dragged away by Mrs. Qiu.

Han Moyu sighed, remembered what her maid Li Wan'er said yesterday, and wondered if she was going to Mrs. Han to ask for peace. He was hesitating, but saw a figure burst into the door. Han Moyu, who was bowing his head, was startled and almost bumped into that person.

She looked up and saw that the person was her own brother, Han Changyu, the eldest son of the Han Mansion. I saw that he was dressed in a white embroidered gold brocade robe, and his whole body was refreshed, which made this bleak Autumn Moon Pavilion shine.

Han Changyu looked at the shabby clothes fluttering on the clothesline, looked Han Moyu up and down, and then frowned and said, "Moyu, why do you still keep these things? Didn't you bring you new clothes?"

Han Moyu hurriedly protected the old clothes, and shouted with a red face: "I just like these old clothes, don't touch them!"

Han Changyu was slightly stunned, and when he saw Han Moyu's red hand, his face was a little unhappy, and he seemed to be a little surprised and distressed.

"How do you do the laundry yourself?, didn't Mother equip you with a personal maid yesterday?" he asked, frowning.

Han Moyu put down his hand, hid behind him unnaturally, and said, "This little thing is nothing, don't bother others." There's so much I can do. When I was in Wujia Village......"

"Don't mention the things you did when you were in Wujia Village!" Han Changyu interrupted her with a frown, "It's different now, now that you are the dignified young master of the Han Mansion, how can you do these things? ”

After hearing this, Han Mo suddenly showed a bright smile and said: "Isn't it very good here, why change it?" Don't bother you, this place is very quiet, Mrs. Qiu is very good, and the room is spacious and comfortable, the bed is also flat and wide, and there is a soft quilt, I slept really comfortably last night." It's really good, I like it here, I don't need to change it. ”

Han Changyu's face showed a puzzled look, and he said, "You are really easy to be satisfied." Then he sighed, looked ahead, and said, "I know you're actually a little disappointed in your heart, right? I thought that when I saw my own mother, I would be excited and moved, and then the two sides wept bitterly and recognized each other, right? But yesterday I knelt there and listened to my mother say such cold words......

Han Mo was taken aback, but she didn't expect Han Changyu to touch her heart, so she was silent.

"You don't know, but my mother is so cold to everyone. She is the head of the cold mansion, of course, she has to be majestic to be able to calm people. As long as you have been in contact for a long time, you will know what a gentle person your mother is. ……”

Han Changyu said: "Since you lost it, my mother has been very anxious. She didn't say it, but I could see it. That's why I've sent people out to look for you again and again, and I've been looking for so many years. It's a pity that I found a few in a row before, and the results were all fake, maybe she was disappointed because of this. It wasn't until this spring that I got the exact news of Mo Chunlan and rushed to Wujia Village in person to find you. It's just that your mother may still have some doubts about your identity now, so she remains indifferent.

However, I think it won't be long before she figures out that you're her own flesh and blood, just like me. When the time comes, she will definitely love you, love you, let you live alone in a spacious yard, and be good to you. So, you can be grieved for a few days. Okay?"

Han Moyu pursed his lips and said, "I don't want to live in a big courtyard alone, how lonely and terrible." I like a lot of people. No, I like no more, no less, just right, just like here. ”

Han Changyu listened, smiled dumbly, and stretched out his hand to touch Han Moyu's head. "Do you still miss that old home?" Han Changyu suddenly asked.

Han Moyu thought about it and shook his head. She didn't want that home, and she couldn't think about it. What she should have is just resentment, isn't it? That home, the mother Mo Chunlan whom she loved and loved deeply, turned out to be an abductor, a big liar, who stole her away from her biological parents and separated her from her parents for so many years.

She gave her love, and she gave her a reason to hate, didn't she? So, she couldn't think about that home, she couldn't think about them. Because, only if she forgets her love and love, she will not be resentful.

Han Changyu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I thought you would resent me, resentful that I took you away from your adoptive parents...... Anyway, you've been together for so many years, after all, there will be feelings...... If you don't want to go home, it proves that you have forgotten the past, that you have accepted this qiē, and you will no longer hate me. ”

Han Mo listened to it, and glared at Han Changyu hatefully.