"...... homework done"

As she spoke, she stared at Mingyu's face.

For a second or two, or even ten seconds, her brother didn't react to her words.

She got it.

My brother lost his sense of taste, he lost his sight, and now, he lost his sense of hearing.

So, what's next?

What the hell happened, and why did my brother become like this?

Mu Kuyan couldn't figure it out.

Just when Mu Kuyan was alone immersed in grief and hesitation, Mingyou stretched out his hand and groped for what seemed to be grasping.

Almost immediately, Mu Kuyan handed his hand out.

The two hands touched together, and the corners of Mingyou's mouth smiled slightly, and he took her hand and held it in the palm of his hand.

I only heard him speak: "Whatever you want to say, write it in the palm of my hand." ”

The big hand wrapped around the small hand, dispelling the chill and anger around her.

Mu Kuyan spread out the palm of his hand, and slowly wrote on the tip of his index finger in the palm of his hand: "Brother, brother." ”

Mingyou analyzed the strokes in his hand and knew what those two words were.

He replied lightly: "I'm here." ”

Mu Kuyan pursed his lips and continued to write in the palm of Mingyou's hand, but his fingertips trembled unknowingly, and the words he wrote were also crooked: "What's next time?" ”

Mingyou's eyebrows furrowed.

He spoke slowly: "Girl, don't be afraid, write slowly." ”

It was obvious that she was worried about him, but now it was him who comforted her.

A tear fell in Mingyu's palm.

Feeling the scorching heat, Mingyou's eyebrows frowned again.

Reaching out his other hand, he tried to touch her face.

Mu Kuyan gently leaned over and approached Mingyou's outstretched hand.

Soon, his hand touched her face.

He gently wiped away the tears on her face little by little: "Proud like you, you can't cry all the time, if you cry too much, you won't be able to recognize yourself." ”

Tear stains are wiped clean.

But the eye sockets are still moist.

Mu Kuyan lowered his eyes and wrote in the palm of Mingyou's hand: "Next time, what is it?" ”

It's still the same thing I just said.

Mingyou analyzed it, and answered her for a while: "Smell." ”

She went on to write: "And after that? ”

Mingyou knew the little girl's worries, and even writing in his hands was trembling.

Interpreting her handwriting, he replied, "Don't worry, I'm fine." ”

And said it was fine.

Mu Kuyan stretched out his hand to hug Mingyou, and tears flowed from his moist eyes again and again: "You lied to me, you lied to me, you lied to me." ”

It's all a lie to her.

It's a pity that Ming You can't hear a word of these struggling words.

Mu Kuyan never believed that it was caused by his brother's own reasons.

Something must have happened that affected my brother's body.

It must be......

Mingyu could feel her mania and restlessness.

The hand groped and fell on her back, gently soothing: "During this time, listen to Mancang's words carefully, don't be willful, you know?" ”

"What about my brother?" Mu Kuyan instinctively asked rhetorically.

But he forgot for a moment that his brother couldn't hear it.

She eagerly wrote in the palm of Mingyou's hand: "Where is my brother going?" ”

Slowly analyzing it, Mingyou simply took her into his arms, "I'm not going anywhere, but now, it's inconvenient to take care of you, so I can only let Mancang take care of you." ”

"I'll be obedient." While Mu Kuyan nodded, his fingers were drawn in Mingyou's palm: "I am obedient, I must be obedient, as long as my brother does not leave me, I will be obedient and obedient......"

She wrote vaguely many times.

Mingyu knew her urgent concern.

But to no avail.

Everything came quickly, he couldn't control it, and he didn't even know what tomorrow would become.