Ling Muyue walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, with her back to Song Wenqi, the past was as painful as opening a scar. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Until Xin'er disappeared and came back with a blurry charred corpse with a face that couldn't be seen clearly, I blamed myself. It's probably because I've been instilled with the idea of protecting Xin'er since I was a child. So I came up with the idea of joining the army, because only when I am strong can I protect the people around me, and because the army is a place of flesh and blood and human touch......"

"Young Master, Miss Xin'er...... It's not your fault. Song Wenqi knew that any comfort would be pale, but he always had to say something.

"Wen Qi, I keep these scars to remind myself to be strong, to protect the people I want to protect."

Ling Muyue turned around, raised her head and drank the red wine in one gulp, and gently placed it on the table with a sad expression.

Song Wenqi had never seen Ling Muyue's desolate expression, and he was shocked in his heart, but more distressed and worried.

Ling Muyue walked up to Song Wenqi, hooked the corners of his tired mouth, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Wen Qi, after so many years, I am fortunate to have you, otherwise I am afraid it will be difficult for me to persevere. Actually, if you want, I'm willing to give up the Ling clan to ......"

"I don't want to!" Song Wenqi was shocked and hurriedly interrupted, "Young master, I know that you treat me like a compatriot, but Wenqi is willing to follow you, not only because he listens to his grandfather's words, but also to repay the young master's kindness." The Ling family can only be surnamed Ling, and Wen Qi will not ask for a penny! ”

Song Wenqi's words were firm and could not be refused, Ling Muyue just chuckled, how could he not guess Song Wenqi's refusal.

Indeed, he regards Song Wenqi as a compatriot brother, but he is really grateful to this younger brother, he will cooperate with him at any time, as long as it is what he orders, he will do it and never ask if it is correct.

"Thank you." Ling Muyue hooked her lips and said sincerely, it was probably the first time he had said thank you so emotionally.

Song Wenqi was already full of tears, and outside, Song Wenqi was also wearing that cold disguise, but when he arrived at home, especially in front of Ling Muyue, he also cried and laughed.

After all, he didn't have such a heavy burden like Ling Muyue.

From childhood to adulthood, Song Wenqi's growth trajectory was no different from that of other children, except that he would accompany Ling Muyue to learn those boring things on weekends.

Fortunately, Song Wenqi is also a smart child, and he has been skipping grades in school.

Later, after Ling Muyue also made some achievements in the army, it happened that Song Wenqi had completed his credits in college ahead of schedule and graduated, so he also joined the army and learned a lot of fighting skills and gun use.

"Okay, let's go back to the room, or Mother will misunderstand again." Ling Muyue quipped.

Song Wenqi was speechless, thinking of what Ling Mu said just now, goosebumps stood up.

"The young master rests early, and Wen Qi went back to the room first."

After Song Wenqi left, Ling Muyue lit a cigarette and stood on the balcony, naked with her upper body, and she didn't feel cold when the night breeze blew.

Smoke curls between your fingers, burning quietly.

Ling Muyue looked into the distance in distraction, and didn't react until the cigarette burned her fingers.

lowered his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, went back to the room, and saw that the phone was on, it was WeChat sent by Gu Zhuyin.

[Month: Rest early, what! (*^__^*)】

Ling Muyue felt that her heart was filled in an instant, and the long-lost warmth turned out to be from a text message, this little girl was afraid that she had become a Gu that she couldn't solve.