usatvline Chapter 217 - Sober Up
Chapter 217 - Sober Up
A fairy-like girl, a tall and shy man, a desert full of wind and sand, a cute tiger cub running and jumping around the crowd, a pair of lovers hugging each other by an oasis in the desert, a pair of dead and desperate eyes, a pair of eyes full of resentment and hatred for the world, and the bright red of the piano...
"Mo'er, wake up...Mo'er, can you hear me...Mo'er, wake up..."
Xiao Mu was immersed in the melodious melody at first, but gradually found that the sound of the piano became a little hurried and even aggressive. He clenched his fists and dug his fingernails into his palms before he suddenly pulled himself away from the piano sound. When he looked up, he saw that Qing Mo had sweat all over his forehead and had lost himself.
"Mo'er...Mo'er...whatever you see is not real, wake up quickly!"
Seeing that she didn't respond no matter how he called out, Xiao Mu became determined and slapped her. Then the sound of the piano stopped abruptly and Qing Mo slowly opened her eyes.
"Xiao, what happened just now?" Qing Mo asked weakly.
Xiao Mu held her in his arms, stroking her hair with his palms, and said softly, "Mo'er, don't think too much. Nothing happened. It's just that we don't want this guqin score, because it doesn't sound very good when played."
"It's them...it's them..." Qing Mo kept muttering.
"Mo'er, wake up. Except for me, everything you saw just now was fake!" Xiao Mu immediately held her cheeks and patted them continuously, trying to wake up the person who seemed to have lost her soul.
Xiao Mu tried to pick up the ancient zither score on the table, but as soon as his hand touched a corner of the score, he was suddenly pushed away by Qing Mo, and he took several steps back before he could steady himself.
Qingmo held the music score tightly in his arms, looked at him warily and shook his head gently, which made him feel pain in his heart. It seemed that Qingmo was sick again.
"Mo'er, can I keep it for you?" Xiao Mu walked forward cautiously and coaxed softly.
"Not good!" Qingmo said stubbornly.
"Okay, you keep it. Let's go for a walk in the garden." Xiao Mu showed a pitiful expression. Qing Mofang carefully put the music score under the pillow, and then let Xiao Mu hold her and walk out.
Mu Ziyan was standing by the garden pond, hugging his calves with his arms, his chin resting on his knees, staring at the koi swimming around in a trance. He didn't even realize that his robe had been soaked in the water, let alone the plate of pastries beside him that had already been completely ruined.
"Li'er, I finally found you." Song Yuntian, with a stubble on his face, ran behind Mu Ziyan in a panic.
Tuan Tuan suddenly raised his head from the broken cake crumbs and looked warily at the person who broke in without reason.
"You little guy is here too. We haven't seen each other for a long time."
"Ow...Ow..."
Seeing that Mu Ziyan ignored him, Song Yuntian awkwardly teased Tuan Tuan behind her, but he didn't expect that Tuan Tuan not only did not get close to him, but bared its sharp fangs and looked very ferocious.
Song Yuntian couldn't help but smile bitterly. It was true that the wolf from whose family protected the people of that family. No wonder there were so many books recording wolves and praising them since ancient times. Sometimes a loyal wolf is far better than a hypocritical person.
"Li'er, what big brother just said was nonsense. Don't take it to heart. Big brother apologizes to you."
Mu Ziyan finally reacted, slowly unbuttoned his arms and stood up, and said with his back to Song Yuntian, "Brother, I have been watching the fish for a long time, and suddenly I understand something, so I don't blame you, you don't have to apologize to me."
"Li'er..."
"No matter how close brothers and sisters are, they will have their own homes sooner or later. I am really happy for you that you can find the home you want, but I hope that big brother can protect himself on this road." Mu Ziyan said calmly.
"Brother has indeed kept some things from you, but when the time comes..."
"Brother, have you returned the piano to mother?" Mu Ziyan sniffed and turned around to ask, his pair of bright black eyes staring at him steadily. Song Yuntian felt as if those eyes seemed to see through his soul, and he inexplicably wanted to dodge away.