"My...brother, what happened to him?"
When mentioning him, Mo Weiming's attitude was a little hesitant. It can't be said to be alarming, but it is enough to arouse Wu Hui's vigilance. Obviously, when discussing his family, Mo Weiming's attitude towards his brothers was somewhat avoidant. Wu Hui didn't know if it was related to their half-mother, but she clearly remembered the silent sadness in his eyes on the day of Qingming Festival.
"I just didn't hear you mention him. But you visited his grave. I feel like your brotherhood is quite deep, right? Was he born when you went to the institute?"
"It's not that profound - because he is too young. When I first went there, he was not born yet, and he was not even in his mother's belly. I often complained that I was bored alone, and my parents said, give me a companion. .”
Wu Hui raised an eyebrow.
"Well, let me be clear first. Don't mind if I speak frankly. In fact, they have already planned to have a child. They just use it as a reason for your own good, which sounds better. In comparison, your mother also..."
She's not your biological mother either. Before Wu Hui finished speaking, Mo Weiming certainly understood what she meant.
"I actually don't feel much. They want to have a child of their own, so it doesn't matter. Anyway, they are very good to me - at least I think it's okay. Because in the end, I don't know what it is like for normal parents to get along with their children. State. My father did pay more attention to Moen, but to this day, I still think it is because he is too young."
He mentioned that name.
This is the most incredible thing about Wuhui. The six realms of impermanence have no names or surnames. After obtaining such an identity, all traces of their names in the world will be erased, whether they exist in writing or in memory. But Mo Weiming not only remembered it clearly, but also clearly engraved it on the tombstone. Then, everyone will know that he has a younger brother named Moen.
"Moen...has he changed his name?"
This is too obvious. Wu Hui didn't know how she could say it subconsciously like this, but she just couldn't control it.
"Why do you ask so suddenly?"
Of course Mo Weiming would be confused.
"Because, because your name has three characters. Generally speaking, brothers and sisters have the same number of characters, right? People who are particular about it can also type. I was a little curious when I saw it, but I didn't dare to ask."
"...Indeed. However, it may have something to do with mother. My—our mother also passed away."
It seems that being Mo Lao's friend is not a blessing. Wu Hui secretly wondered if there would be a fortune teller saying that he was a wife-killer. Of course, this would be too rude, so it’s better not to say anything. This kind of person already has a miserable life, but it's really not fair that he has to endure such gossip.
"Ah...is that so? Your father must be very sad."
"Yes. But he probably pinned his longing for his mother entirely on his younger brother. He took good care of him and didn't always leave it to others. Maybe I was treated like this when I was a child, but I forgot At that time, the love he showed really reminded me of the virtual image I had of my father and mother in my childhood. Maybe this is how I get closer to the image of parents in the general sense, but it’s not important anymore.”
Wu Hui asked carefully.
"Then are you... quite jealous of him?"
"Maybe there was, but that's all later. Because he was very cute and easy to take care of. He was different from the crying children I saw in the neighborhood when I was a child. He was more like a kitten and slept most of the time. And he is also very smart and can recognize people at a very young age. Occasionally when he cries, his father or I will pick him up and he will become quieter. He is very cute and easy to take care of. Even when he grows up, he is very obedient. I have always Like him very much.”
Wu Hui couldn't help but smile.
"That's great. If I had a younger brother or sister, I'd hope that's the case. Just don't steal things from me."
"We don't lack anything, so we won't fight for anything. Besides, I'm so much older than him, so I know how to give him more in everything. It's just that his health has always been very poor... very, very poor. Maybe he didn't make much noise when he was a child, and I have to deal with him. The pain is very dull."
"In other words, won't he feel a lot of pain? That sounds good."
"It's very bad." Mo Weiming said seriously, "If he is injured, it will be difficult for us to judge how serious it is based on his reaction and whether there is internal bleeding. Moreover, he is constantly sick, and even if he is serious, he may not speak. He has always had a less lively personality, so it is difficult for us to judge his health status... we can only continue to conduct physical examinations."
"Sorry, I do not know……"
Mo Weiming shook his head slightly, as if he didn't mind. His next words seemed like he was talking to himself.
"Compared to Moen, I actually care more about it, maybe..."
"——Your biological mother?"
Mo Weiming didn't speak, which was regarded as acquiescence. It's not hard to guess. Mo Weiming's biological mother did not have the opportunity to witness his growth, but his father did not care about him as much as he did Moen. Regardless of Mr. Mo's reasons, it is normal for Mo Weiming to have some psychological imbalance and feel unfair to his biological mother.
"I don't even know her name."
"What? This is a bit..."
"No one ever told me. My biological mother didn't seem to be involved in his career, and his colleagues didn't know anything about it. They didn't know if it was true or just pretending... They couldn't say anything, and I didn't know anything about it later. Asking again. Maybe he didn’t love my biological mother that much, so he didn’t care about me that much. But it’s also possible that he loved me very much, but he couldn’t take me with him because of work at the time - because of that fixed place. The research institute was also built after I remembered it. The first time he was able to hold on without incident, but the second time he couldn't bear it, so he paid so much attention to his younger brother. No matter what the truth is, it doesn't matter. "
Mo Weiming's calm attitude seemed like he really didn't care. Maybe he had cared about it a lot, but everything was relieved with the death of his biological father. But he might not really let go, otherwise he wouldn't care so much about Mo Xuanwei's news.
Maybe it's just human curiosity. Curiosity about knowledge, curiosity about history, curiosity about death.
The death of biological mother, the death of biological father, the death of brother.
Mo Weiming suddenly started talking again.
"Moen...has he changed his name? Probably not. Wait, it seems to have been changed. Hmm, no, it might be -"
"Sir, miss, we are here!"
The sudden shout from the rickshaw driver woke Mo Weiming out of his thoughts. They chatted all the way and arrived at the place before they knew it. The two got out of the car and looked around. Even on weekends, the streets are still sparsely populated. Summer has not yet entered, the air is not very hot, but the sun has made everything white.
Wu Hui found the exposed door with ease and knocked on it without thinking.
I knocked for a long time, but for some reason no one responded. Mo Weiming slammed the door impatiently, while Wu Hui stood aside.
"Could it be that he just wasn't here?" she guessed.
Mo Weiming suddenly took two steps back. Wu Hui had an ominous premonition and quickly stopped him.
"Hey brother, don't open other people's doors——"
Just as he was talking, the door suddenly opened a crack. The two stopped and saw a black eye peering through the crack in the door. After seeing who was coming, the people inside couldn't help but close the door. But Mo Weiming reacted quickly. He stretched out his legs and blocked the door with his shoes. The person opposite tried twice and found that the door could not be closed, so he turned around and ran away.
"This guy must have a guilty conscience."
Mo Weiming and Wu Hui chased after him, but Mo Yi ran away long ago and was hiding behind some pile of debris. Shopkeeper Shi and a girl they had never seen before were sitting at the coffee table, and the two turned to look at them.
"No wonder the child is so timid," the shopkeeper joked, "It seems that he has had a premonition about the visitors."
"Stop talking nonsense and return the things to us."
Mo Weiming got straight to the point, which made Shi Wuqi a little confused. He didn't understand what the other party was saying for a moment, so he could only turn his questioning eyes to Wu Hui. But Wu Hui's expression was not pretty either. Questions were written on both of their faces.
"What?" He quickly reacted and shouted towards a shelf, "You take other people's things?"
"..."
Mo Yi shyly stuck out his head, his whole body still hidden behind the cabinet. Shi Wuqi waved his hand to wave her over, and she moved slowly. When she came over, Shi Wuqi asked seriously:
"You really can't hide things. It seems like you really took someone else's stuff? What was it? Return it quickly. It's so dangerous outside, how dare you wander around."
Mo Weiming and Wu Hui looked at each other.
"Isn't it your instigation?"
Shi Wuqi was not happy now.
"That's what you said. How could I let her steal your things?"
Mo Weiming said calmly: "I don't know if there was collusion. And it wasn't stealing, it was robbing."
Wu Hui felt that what he said was a bit excessive and asked him not to do this. Mo Yi hesitated and said:
"Didn't we see in the prophecy before that that person got the clam? So..."
Shi Wuqi showed a rare look of panic.
"Girl, couldn't you..."
Mo Yi shook his head desperately. The little girl was always dark, but now her face was much redder.
"There's absolutely no way I can give it to him. She threatened us, and I won't let them get what they want. However, what I know about the whereabouts of Tridacna is very limited. I just want to try my best to prevent them from succeeding..."
Shi Wuqi frowned slightly, but his expression was still gentle. He said a little helplessly:
"Then, the thing is indeed at your place, right?"
"I hid in your stove," she whispered.
"You kid..."
They talked for a long time, but Mo Weiming and Wu Hui couldn't understand a word. It seemed that only these two people knew what happened, and Mo Yi's "stealing" behavior really didn't seem like Shopkeeper Shi had ordered it. Just as they were about to ask further, the unfamiliar face who had been sitting there silently spoke.
"You guys are really good at it."
They held their breath almost simultaneously.
It was a voice as soft and sweet as the sound of nature.
The woman was sitting on the sofa, wearing a green cheongsam with a pipa lapel, bamboo leaf collar, and regular quarter sleeves. The cheongsam is embroidered with golden osmanthus flowers, and even the buttons are designed to imitate osmanthus flowers. Her hair was very light and was pulled up with a beautiful wooden hairpin decorated with dazzling metal sequins.
She reached out and picked up a small silver incense burner on the table and turned it upside down. There was no burnt incense ashes spilled out, but a round white bead fell into the palm of her hand.
