"How is he now?" No matter what, it's still his younger brother, Qi Chang still cares.

"He has committed suicide in fear of sin, you can go and see him, and the body will be returned to you when the case is over." The young mirror was told the truth.

Qi Chang didn't listen to the whole sentence, but when he heard the first few words, his eyes went dark, and he fainted, and the anxious shouts and steps of the disciples came from his ears.

When he woke up, it was already dusk, and the sun was setting outside the bed, red and gloomy.

"Master, you're awake, drink saliva." One immature student lifted Qi Chang up against the wall, and the other blew on warm tea and handed it over.

Qi Chang took the teacup with one hand, and touched their heads with the other, and the love in his eyes was about to overflow.

"Those mirrors?" Moistening his mouth with warm water, Qi Changfang asked with strength.

"When the master fainted, they were going to send the master to the hospital, but Sister Liu rushed to the examination and said no, they searched around the yard, took a few of the second master's personal belongings and left."

The young students organized fragmentary words in their minds, and their voices were milky.

"They also said that when the master is better, he can go to see the second master at any time and cooperate with their investigation." Another student added.

A cooing discordant sound came from the belly, and the two students stroked their stomachs and giggled embarrassedly.

"Go and eat." The gloom on Qi Chang's face dissipated a lot because of these two voices.

"The master is also with you." The two students stood in front of the edge of the bed in unison, looking at him with a very longing and pure eyes.

"The master can't eat it, you go and eat it, today Aunt Zhao made braised chicken legs, if you don't go, there will be no more." Qi Chang smiled slightly, ripples appeared in the corners of his eyes, extending layer by layer, and his face was no longer young.

The two students swallowed their saliva and looked at each other, reluctant to leave the master, and reluctant to give up the delicious braised chicken thighs.

Qi Chang patted them, and they ran to the kitchen with their hands and feet.

He was in good health, and he fainted only because he couldn't accept the news of the sudden death of his younger brother, who was still under his nose a few days ago.

Slowly got up and pushed open the next room, although it had been searched, but the mirror inspection did not mess up the whole room, so it was still the same as before his brother left.

Books scattered around, folded quilts, very wrinkled sheets.

Moving to the bed, his calloused hands trembled and pulled over the quilt, and muttered to himself while folding it again: "I taught you how to fold the quilt since you were a child, why can't you learn it well." ”

The quilt that looked like a tofu block was replaced on the bed, and after brushing the sheets, Qi Chang sat down violently, stroking the texture of cotton and linen with his fingertips, as if he was still looking for the body temperature that had been here.

Tears dripping silently, pressing on the fingers of the sheets, he blinked, looking guilty, "It's all my fault, I failed to educate you well, I failed to take care of you." You're out there alone, and I haven't even contacted you to ask if you're okay. Every time I come back, I only know about you, and I can't sit down and listen to your thoughts. Even though we are brothers, I don't know you. ”

"It's me who is incompetent." He shook his head and hammered the bed hard.

The Qi family is scarce, and there are very few relatives who are still alive, even if Qi Sheng is out and doesn't go home for a long time, he feels nothing, as long as he thinks that his younger brother exists well in the world, he is at ease, and now he doesn't even have a thought.