Although Nalan Ziting was extremely strict with him, he actually cared about him very much.

Looking at his brother's crying face, Mo Yan frowned but still gently wiped away the tears on his brother's face, "Stupid, why are you crying when you're already so old, it's not like Uncle won't come, didn't he say it, he will come back to see us." ”

Mo Li nodded at his brother randomly, his big blue eyes were even more watery, and he was cute.

Mo Lian looked at the thoughtful eldest son and the crying mess, sighed and said to the two, "Xiao Yan, Xiao Li, it's late today, let's go back for the time being." ”

Mo Yan and Mo Li followed behind Mo Lian one after the other, compared to Mo Li, who was in a somewhat depressed mood, Mo Yan was a little absent-minded, Mo Lian didn't care about this old eldest son, he also knew in his heart that Nalan Ziting must have said something to him, this child was mature, or let him know when he thought it clearly.

In fact, Mo Que's heart is also very conflicted, Nalan Ziting's words have a great impact on him, and Mo Que is only a four-year-old child when he matures.

In the bottom of his heart, he always wanted to discuss with his father, talk about what he thought in his heart, and imagine whether his uncle's words were right or wrong.

The sky in the west is blue, and the grass is verdant, but his beautiful uncle is always dressed in black, and the whole person seems to be placed in a thick cloud and lingering haze.

His smile was extremely light, and his eyes that seemed to have annihilated the red dust even carried a little nostalgia, "Mo Yan, don't get used to Mo Li, he always has to learn to grow up alone." ”

Mo Yan's brows furrowed slightly, he always felt that this uncle was really too strict with his younger brother, and as soon as he opened his mouth to refute, he heard Nalan Ziting continue.

"The really excellent man is nothing more than Panasonic stroking the qin, scattering clothes and chess, leaning on the window to open the book, climbing the bridge in the smoke and rain, holding a lance and riding a horse, dancing a sword in the autumn forest, listening to the waves in the bamboo wind, swimming naked in the spring river, night cherry blossoms and flutes, drinking alone under the moon, lonely boat in the snowy mountains, watching flowers with candles, and lying drunk in the heavy pavilion."

Without waiting for Mo Yan to speak, Nalan Ziting stroked the sideburns that fell to his ears and said, "A man should have the appearance of a man, but what do you think your brother Mo Li is decent?" ”

Mo Yan was silent, he always felt that there was nothing wrong with his younger brother Mo Li like his father Mo Lian, and just as he was about to refute it, Nalan Ziting stopped him again.

"Brother Mo Lian is good, and the dance is worthy of his reputation, but how do you know that Brother Mo Lian must be willing to do this? If your father had so many choices like you in the beginning, why should he learn to dance, no matter how proficient he is, it will always be a pastime. High society can't tolerate such a thing, so do you want to indulge your brother? ”

"So, uncle, why don't you mention it to my father, you should tell your father about such a thing."

"As the old saying goes, a good mother has many losers, I never thought that Brother Mo Lian's temperament could raise any children with a strong character, but you are different, compared to Brother Mo Lian, your temperament is more like that person, not to mention that the eldest brother is like a father, your brother who is inseparable from Mo Lian naturally has more responsibilities."

Mo Yan's emerald eyes flickered, "What about Uncle?" Is your brother's temperament brought by your brother? ”

"You kid is a poor mouth." Nalan Ziting smiled and patted Mo Yan's head, but there was a little more darkness in his eyes, "My brother Nalan Zichen is very good, he is regarded as the god of war of the Ice Country, but such a man is responsive to his younger brother's needs, and he has developed his younger brother's willful and domineering temperament, which has also laid the disadvantages for the break between the two in the future." Mo Yan, I didn't joke with you anymore, I was reminding you as a person who came over that you have to choose the path. ”

Mo Yan was silent, he looked at Nalan Ziting quietly, only to feel that his beautiful uncle's eyes were precipitated with dark pain, "Mo Yan, you and Mo Li will be separated one day, don't let him rely on you too much, before you separate, he has to learn to grow up alone." ”

For Nalan Ziting's words, Mo Yan is still a little difficult to understand now, he has heard his father tell the story of his uncle.

His father's speech was beautiful and delicate, and even his tone was soft and gratuitous, reminiscent of the soft voice of Moussarian in the past, and she gently told him and her brother the beauty of fairy tales.

How happy the young prince was, because there was such an elder brother who loved him deeply, but time passed, leaving a beautiful shadow and a deep shadow. His father didn't tell him and his brother what was going on.

But from his uncle's words, he can also deduce that the future of the two is probably opposite, but he can't say it.

He suddenly began to think about himself and his brother, and he might have thought about such a question too soon