Celestial Masters Alliance

I walked over gently and knelt beside him, afraid that the sound I made would shatter him. The wood was motionless, like a cold figure made of glass. Seeing him like this, I was captured by complete fear. I gently held his clenched fist on his knees. It was cold and hard, filled with hatred.

Psychologists suggest that after losing a loved one, the sadness will reach its peak in the first three days, and then the sadness will slowly decrease for four to six weeks. As time goes by sadness will turn into another emotion, like a rainbow, gradually lessening from intensity, this emotion we call tender heartache, tender heartache will turn into memories again...

This statement is very romantic, but it does not apply to us. The death of Uncle Qiming left persistence in Mu Mu’s heart, and the death of my mother is not all sadness for me, but more of anger. The death of my eldest grandma Let this anger turn into fear again. I am afraid of losing what is left. I hope that the wood can be like me, instead of letting anger invade my reason.

Xiaoba barely regained his previous mobility, and I know it was for me and Mumu to hold on. He followed Bai Xue to take care of things inside and outside. After a while, the uncle and the second aunt arrived. The expressions of the second aunt and the second uncle were indifferent, and it could be seen that the uncle forced them here. They must still be worried about grandma leaving her relics with eldest grandma. I haven't figured out how to tell them the news of my mother's death yet, and I guess they won't take it too seriously!

Not all the people in the yard came to mourn my grandma, but more like they gathered here to hold a meeting. Xiaoba put on one of the mourning clothes brought by the uncle first, which made the uncle instantly regard him as one of his own. When Xiaoba took the mourning clothes and put them on me, one of the people who sent me home last time stood at the door. I waved the wood away and turned my attention uncontrollably in the direction they left.

Immediately after Mu Mu went out, a group of people surrounded him, and everyone spoke in a low voice, so that I couldn't steal a word from there. Xiaobao said nothing, lowered his head to do things, served tea and water, and was considerate in everything. I once again thanked this brother from the bottom of my heart for his existence. When I think of sending him away from my world, I feel sad indescribably, but everything compares to The fear of losing him is nothing.

The group of people talked around the wood for half an hour. After the wood came back with his head lowered, he returned to the same posture as before going out, as if he had never moved. It was getting dark, the crowd quickly dispersed, and the yard became quiet and lonely. The uncle also took Bai Xue to the second aunt's house. In the end, only the three of us were left. We all knelt quietly in the front hall, no one spoke.

My messy thoughts also dispersed with the crowd, and I became clear. I began to analyze and guess what happened. After I saw the message from the scammer, I called Mu Mu. Mu Mu immediately took action and found Bai Xue, who was most likely to help him. . The first person to discover that something happened to the eldest grandma was definitely not Bai Xue, but one of the people standing in the yard just now.

How did the liar know something was going to happen to Grandma? The message he sent me was "Go and save Wang Yulan", which meant that nothing happened to Grandma at that time. Since their people already knew that something was going to happen to the eldest grandma, why didn't they come to the rescue in time?

"I'm going to buy some instant noodles." Xiaoba's sudden sentence interrupted my thoughts. I nodded hastily and watched him walk out of the door. Then I turned around and found that Mu Mu's face was livid, his lips were white, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

I quickly stood up, grabbed his arm, pulled him to a chair and sat down, and blamed him: "Why didn't you tell me earlier if you were not feeling well? If something happened to you, what would I do?"

Mu Mu grabbed my waist and buried his face in my abdomen. His twitching shoulders and the hot moisture in my abdomen proved that he was crying. I didn't want to believe that Mu Mu was crying. I preferred to see his sharp eyes. and a cold expression.

"We won't take revenge... we won't investigate the cause of the matter, and we won't go looking for my dad, okay!" Mu Mu said with a sob.

He gripped the hem of my clothes tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands were exposed. He was as unwilling as I was, but also full of fear. I can guess the content of Uncle Qiming's letter without asking. He must have told Mu Mu not to look for him, and told Mu Mu about his hidden property, because it was mentioned at the beginning of the letter that the person who delivers the letter will receive generous rewards. I can also guess what Mu Mu heard when he was called out. Grandma must have told them not to involve Mu Mu and me in these things.

"Okay!" I replied, touching the wooden head. It is extremely difficult for us to make such a decision. I don’t believe Mu Mu can really avoid pursuing the whereabouts of Uncle Qiming.

I hugged the wood with both hands, bent down and put my chin on his head and said: "I'm still here, I will always be here, let us all live well!"

Mumu also hugged me with both hands, and nodded in response: "Yes!"

There was a rustling next to me, and it turned out that Xiaoba had returned from shopping and was putting a big bag of things on the table. If it was normal, he would have laughed at my and Mu Mu's sexual behavior, but in today's special situation , Xiaoba came over, hugged the two of us and said, "And me, let's live well together."

I kept thinking about sending Xiaoba away, and even though I felt uncomfortable, I still stretched out my arms to hug him against my will.

At night, I gave medicine to both Mumu and Xiaoba to let them have a good sleep, but I couldn't sleep, staring at everything that had happened in the dark, and found nothing new.

Because the uncle and aunt had to go to work the next day, Bai Xue followed the uncle back at his request. Ironically, the uncle was able to leave with peace of mind because I was already familiar with planning a funeral.

The people who come to the front hall to offer incense today are all neighbors, so Xiaoba and I don’t have to bother to greet them. Mu Mu had a fever, so I force-fed him some medicine and lay on the bed to rest.

At noon, the neighbor brought porridge over, and I scooped out a big bowl and gave it to the wood. The sunlight shined through the window on the desk in the wooden room. Under the desk was the basketball we had "bought" on campus. After greeting Mu Mu and getting up for dinner, I took out the basketball and looked at it carefully. It had been a year and I felt extremely sad when I saw this thing again.

At that time, "Huang Xiao" and I went back to campus to play basketball together. I remember he asked me specifically, "Are we brothers?" Yes, of course we are brothers. Even now, we are still connected by broken bones. Brother of muscles.

I held the ball up to the sun and looked at the names we signed at that time. The weather here is dry, and the oil-based pen writing is difficult to fade, so our signatures are well preserved. I also complained about his delicate handwriting. In order to set off his delicate handwriting, I deliberately made my name scrawled. "Huang Xiao"'s handwriting was in a standard Song style, and he spent a lot of effort writing these two characters and the date.

Um? There are other writings between the two zeros in the date. It was dusk when I signed the ball. I didn’t look at the ball carefully after I got it back. Now that I discovered this, my heart suddenly tightened and I turned my back. I didn’t want to let the wood go. Knowing this discovery, stare carefully at the words in the two circles to identify them.

red and black? The liar wrote Zhu Mo in both circles! Is he imitating my handwriting? Or is there another reason? Why write my name?

"What's wrong?" Mu Mu asked sickly from behind.

"Huh? It's nothing, I just think it's a waste to buy such a broken ball!" I answered a little panicked, hoping to hide it from Mu Mu. But what kind of person is Mu Mu? He can see through my mind at a glance.

"The ball is signed by more than just the three of us, right?" Mu Mu asked in a deep voice. It seemed that he hadn't looked at the ball carefully since it was placed here.

"It's three people, but the scammer wrote my name on the date." I never dare to talk nonsense when faced with wood.

Mu Mu was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "You are you, my brother."

Sure enough, Mu Mu also began to suspect that the liar was the child who was exchanged with me. More than twenty years of life cannot be refuted by a name. Of course I believe what Mu Mu said. It is the same here. The fact that we are brothers will never change. .

"Yes! I know!" I took out the antipyretic medicine from my bag, added a cold medicine and handed it to Mu Mu: "Take the medicine quickly and get better quickly, Xiaoba and I can't hold on any longer!"

Mu Mu didn't say any more, and just took the medicine with porridge. After watching him fall asleep, I went to the front hall to find the trumpet.