When he was still learning to ride a horse and archery, his father had personally taken the second brother into the secret room of the Zhuangzhong Library, and did not hesitate to let him read the secrets of the martial arts of various sects, and even came into contact with many lost masters. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe second brother gladly accepted, but never showed any special joy. He always had great respect for his father, was polite in his words and deeds, and couldn't fault anything. But it is this kind of politeness, revealing obvious alienation, that makes him and his father seem to have no father-son feelings.

I remember one time, the second brother took himself to Luoyang to ride a horse to enjoy peonies, when my father was in Luoyang to discuss an important matter with the owner of the Seven Star Building, and when he heard that they were about to arrive, he took the time to pick them up in person. Bai Jingfeng happily got off the horse and told his father what he had seen and heard on the way. Father listened to him patiently rarely, Bai Jingfeng couldn't help but be excited, but suddenly caught a glimpse of the second brother standing on the side, silent.

It was a rare opportunity for the father and son to get along, but in the end, the second brother simply told his father about some matters in the village, and then went back to the house alone. As the man left, he heard his father sigh softly.

That night, Bai Jingfeng sneaked into Bai Moyin's room at night, and squeezed lightly into the quilt, and that person would make a place a little free. This is something he often does for many reasons, such as the house is not very clean, the cat is always heard outside the house, or the roof is leaking, and so on. But Bai Moyin doesn't like to be too close to people, and will always be a little isolated.

"Jing Feng, you're no longer a child." He said.

Bai Jingfeng blinked and smiled: "This is the last time, I promise." The man sighed softly, and let him go.

Summer evenings are eerily silent, with a faint glow of moonlight shining through the half-open windows. Bai Jingfeng turned his face sideways, hesitated for a while, and said in a low voice: "Second brother, do you hate your father?" ”

Bai Moyin closed his eyes slightly, as if he was a little tired, and did not answer him. He didn't ask any more.

The second brother has never been close to his father, but he has never paid too much attention to it, until he accidentally overheard the old slave in the family talking about the second brother, and he more or less realized that there seemed to be some secrets hidden about the second brother and the Yujing Villa. But from the mouth of the old slave, I still don't understand it. He only knew that those old slaves immediately shut up when they talked about the Butterfly Garden, as if they were afraid of being heard.

Obviously, there is something unspeakable in this. One night, he took advantage of the darkness of the night and secretly ran to the Butterfly Garden. The whole Yujing Villa is very large, and the location of the Butterfly Garden is the most desolate one. He never been.

The Butterfly Garden is located in the most remote corner of Yujing Villa, and almost no one comes here on weekdays. There are two largest courtyards over there, and adjacent to it, there is also a jade bamboo garden, and the two courtyards are separated by only one path, and there is a well on the edge of the path. The location of this well is very strange, it is said that there have been dead people, and those old slaves will always lower their voices at the right time when they say this, so he never knows who lives in this colorful butterfly garden and jade bamboo garden, and who the dead person is, and why he died.

To enter there, you need to pass through a small bamboo forest, and the jade bamboo garden is in the depths of the bamboo forest, and then inside, it is the colorful butterfly garden. But that night, his footsteps stopped when he reached Yuzhu Garden. For in the moonlight he saw a man coming out of the attic room. The moonlight was as quiet as water, obscuring the man's face, but he still recognized him at a glance. It's Bai Moyin, his second brother.

Under the moonlit night, among the bamboo shadows, the person dressed in white, carrying a dim lantern, slowly walked in front of Bai Jingfeng, and his voice seemed soft and empty in the quiet night. He said, "Jing Feng, what are you doing here?" ”

In fact, Bai Jingfeng should have asked him, it was already the middle of the night, and the second brother came to this attic alone, what was it for? Bai Jingfeng thought about it and was about to ask, raised his head, I don't know if the moonlight was too bleak, or this attic was too weird, he suddenly felt that the second brother, who had always been close to him on weekdays, had a faint gloom in his face at this moment. His heart jumped, and he pretended to be casual and asked, "Is there anyone living here?" ”

Bai Moyin stretched out his finger and pointed ahead, to a well on the side of the path, and said, "It's dead, dead in that well." ”

Bai Jingfeng looked in the direction he was pointing, and sure enough, he saw a well protruding from the ground, revealing a hint of coldness, and a strong sense of foreboding suddenly surged in his heart. Turning his face, he happened to bump into Bai Moyin's face hidden under the bamboo shadow, the faint eyes without a trace of emotion, which were terrifyingly strange. He couldn't help but take a half step back, tripped over a stone, and his body was crooked, but he was held up by the people around him.

"Second Brother ......"

"It's late at night, let's go back."

Bai Jingfeng raised his head, and the other party also looked at him quietly, his expression was as usual, his ears were the rustle of the evening breeze blowing through the bamboo forest, and in the quiet and peaceful moonlit night, everything just now seemed to be his illusion. In his deliberate oblivion, the incident faded out of his memory.

Two years later, in the summer, Bai Moyin went to Zhengzhou alone to do things for his father, Bai Jingfeng had never been in contact with Zhuangzhong affairs, so he had almost no idea about what his father told that person to do. He only knew that after the second brother finished that incident, he did not go back to Yujing Villa directly, but went to Luoyang, stayed there for only a few days, and hurried to the Western Regions.

He still didn't know what had happened during that time, that he would make a person who had always been indifferent so eager to rush to a distant and dangerous place, what Bai Moyin had been pursuing, he had never understood clearly. When others misunderstood him and tried to replace his eldest brother as the owner of Yujing Villa, he never defended himself, but Bai Jingfeng knew that the second brother had no such intention, he was not a person who liked power, and he was even more unwilling to compete with others.

Bai Jingfeng was so convinced, although he never dared to question his brother in person.

He remembered that his father once sighed: "Mo Yin, that child, no one can guess what he is thinking." At that time, my father's body had begun to gradually weaken, and saying such things was not his usual style at all. Father has always been a tough and resolute person, but that time, Bai Jingfeng clearly saw his father's slightly pale hair, as well as the imperceptible old age in his expression. His heart was suddenly sour, so he said: "Dad, when the second brother comes back this time, he may stay at home for a little longer, if his father is tired, in addition to the eldest brother and second brother, Jing Feng can also share his worries for his father." The father shook his head and said nothing.