Because of this sad story, the original anger and resentment in Li Linxi's heart calmed down a lot.

Walking to the side of the bed and taking the already empty teacup, half-squatting on the side of the bed, Li Linxi gently stroked Han Moyan's back to show comfort.

Smack!

A crisp voice suddenly sounded not far behind him, and the startled Han Moyan and Li Linxi both trembled.

They all looked at the door suspiciously. As soon as he turned his head, he saw the man they hadn't seen in days—the white dove.

"You're back."

Seeing the people at the door clearly, Li Linxi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The white pigeon is back, and she will definitely stay with Han Moyan all the time.

With someone by his side, Han Moyan should feel a little more comfortable.

"He's back?"

Looking at the fruit bowl that fell on the ground, the location was some place behind the white pigeon, Han Moyan asked.

"Huh?"

Hearing this, he glanced at Han Moyan suspiciously, followed Han Moyan's gaze, and saw the location of the broken fruit plate, Li Linxi was shocked.

"Is he back too?"

Knowing who the "he" Han Moyan was referring to, Li Linxi stood up with some excitement.

"Well, we'll be back together."

The white dove at the door nodded, and stood there motionless, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

"Why are you standing outside? Come in. ”

Putting the empty teacup in his hand back on the tea table, Li Linxi noticed that something was wrong with the white pigeon.

Hearing this, the white pigeon did not immediately enter the house, but looked in the direction of Han Moyan.

"Master?"

Some didn't understand, Li Linxi looked at Han Moyan on the bed suspiciously.

Han Moyan had already regained his usual demeanor, and there seemed to be no expression on his face.

"I've worked hard for you in the last few days, come in and sit."

Hearing this, the white dove went into the house.

"What about Han Mochen? Why is he gone? And also...... Is that what it's all about? ”

Looking at the broken fruit bowl outside the door, Li Linxi asked the white pigeon.

He ...... He ......, he just saw it. ”

The white dove replied truthfully, looking a little embarrassed.

"What do you see?"

Hearing that something was wrong, Li Linxi asked with some confusion.

I didn't expect Li Linxi to ask like this, Bai Ge's expression changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice,

"That's it...... That's what I just ...... You and sir...... We saw it. ”

"Me and Master? What and what! ”

"Where did Han Mochen go?"

Now that he completely realized how bad things were, Li Linxi was anxious.

"I think it's going in the direction of the capital."

Seeing that Li Linxi was so nervous at this time, Bai Ge replied truthfully.

As soon as Bai Ge's words fell, Li Linxi immediately hurriedly crawled to the door.

"Master, I'll go find him first. We'll talk about that later. ”

Looking at Li Linxi's somewhat flustered footsteps, listening to his footsteps getting farther and farther away, Bai Ge's heart was slightly touched.

Mr., Han Mochen, Li Linxi, the grievances and hatreds between these three people are afraid that they will not be able to sort out after all.

"White pigeon, sit down, the new tea sent today is very good, you can try it."

Eyes retracted from the somewhat empty doorway, and put away the emotions in his heart that should not be there, Han Moyan said in a calm tone.

"Hmm."

Following the meaning of Han Moyan, Bai Ge sat down at the wooden table, poured himself a cup of tea, and tasted it silently.

I don't know if it's because of the miscellaneous things in my heart, the sweet and fragrant tea is as tasteless as white water in the mouth of the white pigeon.

He ...... How's it going? ”

When Han Moyan asked this, his voice was a little hesitant.

But it is undeniable that there is a mixture of worries that cannot be hidden.

Listening to Han Moyan's question, he put the teacup in his hand back on the wooden table, and there was a trace of unbearability in the eyes of the white pigeon.

He ...... I'm afraid it won't last long. ”

"How long is it long?"

Han Moyan's voice sounded again, this time it was not like the previous time, and it could still make people hear emotional fluctuations from it.

This time, Han Moyan spoke very calmly, as if he was talking with the white pigeon about the weather outside.

But the white pigeon clearly noticed that Han Moyan's talking eyes were slightly red.

"Probably...... It's been more than half a month. ”

Sighing softly, the white dove replied truthfully.

"His poisonous ...... It really can't be solved, can it? ”

After listening to the white pigeon's answer, Han Moyan's excellent disguise finally cracked a little.

The voice of the speaker, a little trembling slightly.

"There are too many poisons in his body at this time, and they are too miscellaneous, not only the Ten Thousand Year Hundred Poison Gu, but also the Ten Thousand Year Snow Lotus, the two poisons are mixed."

Her own medical skills are all taught by her husband, and compared with Han Moyan, what she knows so far is just scratching the surface.

The white pigeon naturally knew that Han Moyan asked like this at this time, but he didn't want to believe it in his heart.

Hearing this, Han Moyan did not answer again, but fell into a sink

Silent.

The white dove on the side also fell into contemplation with Han Moyan.

For a long time –

A heavy sigh sounded on the bed, and then Han Moyan's voice sounded again.

"White dove, you say...... He...... Why save me? ”

After pondering for a moment, the white dove replied, "Sir, because you are his elder brother and his relative. ”

"Brother? Close relatives? ”

Repeating these words, Han Moyan chuckled.

"But you know, the person I hate the most is his real mother. The person I want to get rid of most is my so-called "younger brother". ”

Hearing Han Moyan say this, the white pigeon immediately retorted.

"Sir, I've always been by your side, and I know that you've never really wanted to take his life."

Hearing this, Han Moyan first glanced at the white pigeon in shock, as if he wanted to defend something.

But in the end, in the end, everything turned into silence.

Looking at Han Moyan's appearance at this time, Bai Ge's heart hurt terribly.

It wasn't the sharp, life-threatening sting, but it was a dull pain that went on and on.

She has always followed her husband, at the very beginning, because of the influence of those who have been with him for a long time.

When she didn't know about the entanglements between Mr. and Han Mochen, she really thought that Han Mochen was Mr.'s enemy.

She also always thought that her husband was trying hard to get rid of Han Mochen.

In the words that Mr. often said, he must let his mother's murderer also taste the heart-wrenching pain of losing the person he loves closest and most loved.

But later, she followed her husband for a long time, and she knew more things and saw more things.

Only then did she know and understood.

It turned out that from the beginning, Mr. didn't really want to get rid of Han Mochen.

If it weren't for that, with Mr.'s wisdom and strategy, how could he have failed to succeed in what Mr. really wanted to do.

Therefore, she also wondered for a long time.

It's not that I wonder why Mr. didn't really do it to Han Mochen, but I wonder why Mr. did this and went through this way.

Recently, she finally figured it out.

In fact, from the very beginning, Mr. did have someone in his heart who wanted to get rid of him.

However, what Mr. really wants to get rid of is not Han Mochen, the son of the enemy, that Mr. has always said, but Mr. himself.

In the past, my husband always liked to ask her some strange questions in his spare time.

One of the questions she asked the most was whether a soul could continue to exist in this world after a person died.

At that time, she hadn't understood all this, truthfully expressed her opinions, and replied affirmatively, "Nature can't."

Later, she also asked her husband suspiciously, asking why he asked such a question.

The gentleman always replied, "For I do not want to see the soul of the son of my enemy alive, and if I want to kill it, I will kill it completely." ”。

At that time, she simply believed her husband's words.

Because of this, I believe that Mr. is extremely resentful of Han Mochen.

And now, she has figured out the answer herself.

When the gentleman asked that, he just wanted to find comfort for himself.

It is also a secret prayer in his heart that he can stay with his mother in the form of a soul by dying.

From beginning to end, Mr. was planning this game of death for himself.

In this game, Mr. does not have to end his own life with his own hands.

lest he see his mother in the palace of Hades in the future, and be ashamed of his mother's nurturing grace.

One day, someone will naturally appear, with the so-called purpose of "supporting justice", to let him leave this world, from this prison without love and affection.

The gentleman no longer has to think about how to face his mother-killing enemy, how to face the son of the enemy who treats him wholeheartedly, and how to face the "father" who cares about his mother at all.

The gentleman no longer has to struggle between brotherhood and motherhood, and he does not have to continue to be trapped in a prison of hatred and affection.

In this game, he is a villain, a man who wants to avenge his mother no matter what.

Only in this way can the gentleman's mind be able to get a moment of peace.

Under the shell of the so-called revenge, what is wrapped is Mr.'s hope for death, his choice of Han Mochen, his favorite brother, and his despair of this cold world.

This game is also a manifestation of Mr. Pride.

"What should I do? What to do? ”

After being silent for a long time, Han Moyan suddenly came out with these two sentences.

It's like asking yourself, and it's like asking the white dove.

The first time he saw that Mr. was so depressed, the white pigeon twitched somewhere in his heart.

Standing up from his position, he slowly walked to the side of the bed, gritted his teeth fiercely, and Bai Ge's solemn voice quietly penetrated Han Moyan's ears.

"Sir, whatever you do and choose, White Dove...... All behind Mr. ”

"Huh?"

Han Moyan raised his head, his gaze intertwined with the white dove's.

The contact with the gaze that he had been praying for all along, as if he had been spelled, swept away the original timidity in the white pigeon's heart.