A young man dressed in white bent down to let his sons pounce into his arms and picked them up one by one. Seven-year-olds weren't very light, but it was easy for the man to pick them up.

Picking him up in surprise, he looked down at the ground, and he couldn't help but stretch out his arms to hug Daddy's neck. Da Tuanzi, who was a step too late, could only stick to his father's chest and glared at his younger brother.

Hugging his father's neck, leaning on him, looking at the different side faces in the sun, I couldn't help but be stupid.

It is clear that you are the lord of the first house, but the clothes have always been simple. The ink-like hair is smoother and denser than the mother's, and it is simply tied with a white headband, which is indescribably beautiful. And the lips on the face, which has never smiled, are gently hooked, and the smile is extremely gentle. Viewed from the side, the bridge of the nose is extremely straight and the eyelashes are slightly curled, adding more softness to this smiling face. It's just that those good-looking eyes are still gray with a gray haze as usual, and they seem to be a fog that can't be erased, and there will never be joy or sorrow.

The beautiful woman looked at her husband, Yingying got up and walked over, looked at the young man beside the man, and asked with a soft smile, "How is it?

The thirteen-year-old boy, who was a few points taller than the two groups combined, took his eyes off his second brother, who was grimacing at him, and replied to his mother: "It's not the first time, it's not as fun as before." ”

The boy who threw the cricket aside and jumped up pulled the ball from his father's arms and stuffed it into the eldest brother, put one on the ground, and then raised his head and asked with shining eyes: "Dad, tell me quickly, is it the best I did this time?"

The man looked at his empty arms, and looked at the three sons next to him who were stunned, his face was full of helplessness, but he couldn't get angry: "Yes, this time you are the first again." ”

The beautiful woman who wanted to reprimand her eyebrows was stunned when she heard this, and she couldn't care about getting angry: "Really?

The man looked at the happy second son, smiled a little, and nodded: "There are only three formed puppets in this assessment, and Xiu'er and Yin'er each occupy one. In terms of quality, there is not much difference between their two puppets, and they are infinitely close to perfection. But ......"

The beautiful woman naturally understood what her husband meant, but she didn't have any joy, but seemed a little worried: "Just like you back then, you can make a perfect couple a year or two in advance." ”

The man still looked at the second son, chasing him, and then at the four sons who were in a ball, and there was no emotion in his eyes: "No, if there is no dispute, if you can calm down and be a couple like me, my achievements are probably higher than mine." ”

The beautiful woman's eyes were hurt: "But ......"

The man took her shoulder, stretched out his fingers and gently brushed the broken hair on her forehead, and asked her to go with him to see her laughing son: "Trust me, I will prepare in advance." With me, they'll be fine. ”

The beautiful woman smiled sadly: "But they can't live without you." ”

The man smiled slightly: "How come? Aren't they still with you?"

The youngest son threw himself on his mother's lap and was bent over and picked up by his mother. The beautiful woman's whispered answer only reached the ears of the ignorant child: "If you want to die, how can I live alone?"

Although he has passed thirty years, he is still holding a freshly embroidered purse in his palm, which is as white as spring onions. The light blue purse is embroidered on the front with several butterflies flying on the grass in early summer, and the back is embroidered with four delicate words "Grip Jin Huaiyu".

The blurred face in the memory slowly emerged, the gentle and tolerant father, the gentle and virtuous mother, the eldest brother who was very similar to his father in temperament and appearance, the second brother who was talented but loved to bully, and the third brother who was clearly only an hour older than him but always wanted to pretend to be an older brother......

Blue sky, soft grass, flying butterflies.

Once upon a time, I had such a beautiful home!

The mother cried in his father's arms and shook her head desperately, grabbing his sleeve and refusing to let go. In the end, her father pushed her away, and without even glancing at his son, who was not far away, he strode away.

Looking at the mother who cried to the ground, and the father who was determined to leave, the two eight-year-old children struggled desperately, trying to go over and hug their father's legs, and then they were picked up high as usual, tilting their heads to look at their father's side face and eyes, and guessing what they would look like when they grew up.

But the two elder brothers held them tightly and did not move. The eldest brother's hand was trembling, but it was very gentle, even if he bit his arm, blood seeped from the white clothes, and he didn't use a little more strength, lest it hurt him.

The second brother didn't laugh heartlessly like usual, probably scaring him with a straight face: "Don't cry, I'm upset to death, believe it or not, I'll tie you up?" Then he took off his shirt, tore it into strips of cloth with his bare hands, tied him into a zongzi, and then slammed the door slammed shut, isolating his father, who had lost his back, and his mother, who couldn't cry, along with the silence outside.

The only voice was the eldest brother's low voice with indescribable feelings: "Second brother, don't scare them anymore." ”

The second brother said, "I just don't want them to die." "Such a scary intimidation, never heard of before. The second brother never said the word "death" when he scared us...... Never.

The eldest brother stood up and walked to the opposite side of the second brother and stopped.

The fourteen-year-old eldest brother is a whole head taller than the twelve-year-old second brother. The second brother, who is already very tall in his eyes, still looks like a child in front of the eldest brother.

They were arguing, the second brother always sneered, but the eldest brother's throat sounded with weak pathos. The two younger brothers, who were too young, stared blankly, completely incomprehensible to what they were talking about.

The second brother's palm was open, and there was no trembling at all.

The eldest brother's hands were already clenched into fists, but they trembled as if they were about to collapse.

Father said that the puppeteer's hand should always be steady, even in the face of death. His eyes were misty, but he seemed to be talking about his past.

Mother said that your second brother was born to be a puppeteer, just like your father. His eyes were hollow, full of sorrow and sighs.

The words of the parents are somewhat understood, but they are at a loss.

The second brother had already seen the end of his father's departure and not returning, but he still forcibly maintained the puppeteer's calm.

The eldest brother may have seen much more than the second brother, much more, but his palm exposed his trembling heart, which was not suitable for being a puppeteer.

What is a puppeteer?

I still haven't gotten an answer.

Mo Zhicough slowly struggled to wake up from his memories, and found that he had fallen to the ground by the tree at some point, and the hand holding the purse trembled uncontrollably. And the autumn wind at dusk blew a cold stinging pain in my cheeks—because I had already burst into tears.

The twenty-year-old self burst into tears just because of a vague memory, and the twelve-year-old second brother was still calm as usual in the face of life and death.

In his teary eyes, Mo Zhicough unfolded a piece of paper with his fingers with difficulty, a piece of paper that was folded at random, and not even folded neatly. There are also very few words on it, just a few sentences:

"Puppets have no heart, but people have hearts. The most qualified puppet is ruthless, and the best puppet master is heartless. If a person has no heart, how is it different from a dead thing? How is your third brother's heart different from a dead thing?"

The handwriting is not pretty, but it is by no means perfunctory. Every word is like a delicate puppet under the puppeteer, and there is not a single flaw to be picked out.

This letter was obviously written with blood and tears, and the other one, which had more than a dozen thick and neatly folded letters, was probably written by Lu Wei.

Mo Zhicough didn't have the courage to read this letter again, and he didn't have the courage to read the letter written to him by the brother who was like his father's shadow, the brother he admired and liked the most.

Gong Wei stood quietly, watching the bright sky dye the golden yellow of dusk, and then slowly fall into darkness. He didn't speak, he didn't even move, lest he disturb him.

The blood and tears want to let Gong Wei come over, because he knows that Mo Zhi's cough knot has not yet been untied.

"The second brother asked me to go home, and I went home. "This argument is too far-fetched.

After eight years of living, there is still ignorance in swaddling clothes, the stumbling place of childhood, after twelve years of forgetting, how much is really left in Mo Zhiqi's heart?

For Mo Zhituss, there is no concept of "home" at all. The puppet palace is not like his home.

Mo Zhicough is the younger brother of blood and tears, a younger brother who is connected by blood, has the same warm memories, and bitter hatred. It is not a chess piece that can be left to his own depots in the most suitable place.

Forcing his brother to do what he was reluctant to do, blood and tears couldn't do it.

reminds him of the past that he can't bear to remember, and makes him look back at the past of the heartache. Although it was just as cruel, it at least gave him a choice and a wish.

What Mo Zhicough is most afraid of is forgetting his relatives, which is rare to see in this life.

What Mo Zhicough hates the most is that as a son of man, he can't fulfill his filial piety and can't take revenge.

Blood and tears concealed his hatred for twelve years, and also bore twelve years of pain for him. Now he is also given a qualification for revenge, and he is also given a burden that is enough to crush his shoulders.

Let him understand that his home is still there, and his relatives are still there. The heavy pain on the shoulder is the hatred that melts into the blood and will never be forgotten in this life. If you don't take revenge, you won't be at ease.

Mo Zhicough suddenly laughed, tears sliding down his cheeks, but he really smiled.

Even if you are sad, you no longer hesitate.

He wrapped the three things in cloth again, carefully put them in his arms, and then got up and looked at Gong Wei: "Can you help me send something to my eldest brother?"

Gong Wei looked a little apologetic: "I can't contact the eldest young master." ”

Mo coughed and asked, "What about the second brother?"

Gong Wei said: "The second young master can." ”

Mo Zhicough asked, "Can you help me give something to my second brother?" and let him give it to my eldest brother." Remember, hand it over to the second brother. ”

Gong Wei knelt down again: "Subordinates will never disgrace their lives." ”

Mo Zhicough nodded, and with a whistle, he called the horse not far away who was digging dry grass to find a bite of tender vegetables that could be eaten, and unloaded a box with several layers of locks from it and handed it to Gong Wei: "I believe that your martial arts can take care of it better than me." ”

Gong Wei took it with both hands: "Young Master Xie trusts." He took a closer look at the size of the box, took a deep breath, and his chest cavity was concave, freeing up a place in his arms to fit the box into.

Mo Zhicough looked at Gong Wei, who looked indistinguishable from before after putting it in the box: "Won't you feel uncomfortable using the bone shrinking skill like this?"

Gong Wei said nonchalantly: "It's okay, I'm used to it." ”

Mo Zhicough put away his sad face, put on a smile, and shook the dry food in his hand: "Do you want two?"

Gong Wei said: "Just come to a piece." ”

Mo Zhicough took the largest piece and threw it to him, then looked at the moon in the sky, his eyes were bright: "I will probably be home in two days." ”

Gong Wei smiled and continued: "Fourth Young Master, don't forget to bring the worry of homesickness?"

Mo Zhicough looked at him in surprise, and saw him looking at himself with a smile, and the smile on his lips magnified a little: "Naturally, I will." ”