Mo Yin started living in the Pei family. He lived on the ground floor. The room was originally a billiard room and was converted into a bedroom. Many barrier-free facilities were built in it. Mo Yin could complete basic daily living alone. Finally, It's much better than being pushed around in the hospital.
Mo Yin lived on the ground floor and had inevitable contact with the servants.
The servants also knew the ins and outs of the matter and were not envious of Mo Yin's ability to "fly up a branch and become a phoenix". To be fair, they were absolutely not willing to exchange their parents' death and their own two legs for glory and wealth. The price is too high.
Sympathy is a common emotion among human beings, and it worked very well for Mo Yin, allowing him to quickly become familiar with the servants.
The servants of the Pei family are all kind-hearted, honest and don't like to gossip. However, Mo Yin gradually learned some of the public "secrets" of the Pei family from the words of some young servants.
For example, Pei Qing was not born to Mrs. Pei.
He was an illegitimate child and did not recognize him until he was thirteen years old.
The relationship between the two brothers is average, but not bad.
This is thanks to Pei Mingshu.
In the mouth of the servants, Pei Mingshu's reputation could not be better. He is handsome in appearance, gentle in temperament, and outstanding in talent... He has no bad habits that a playboy should have. His demeanor seems to be innate, no matter what he is facing. Everyone is polite. When they came back from England this time, all the Pei family members, including Pei Mingshu, the gardener who came to do the work temporarily, gave gifts.
In the words of the Pei family servants, Pei Mingshu was faultless. Even with his illegitimate half-brother, Pei Mingshu did the same thing impeccably.
As for Pei Qing, his reputation is much worse than that of Pei Mingshu.
The servants all said that the second young master had a bad temper. Except for listening to a few words from the master, they ignored everything else.
Fortunately, the eldest son had lived abroad most of his life before and had a good temperament, so the two brothers coexisted peacefully.
Now that the eldest son is going back to the country to live permanently, there's no telling what will happen. Anyway, it seems to be quite harmonious so far. The biggest surprise for the Pei family now is the addition of Mo Yin.
At first, the servants called Mo Yin "Third Young Master", but Mo Yin refused, "Please call me by my name."
The servants looked embarrassed, but still called him "Third Young Master."
Later, Pei Mingshu found out about this, and he said, "Listen to him."
The servants then changed their names.
Mo Yin was the youngest in Pei's house. The servants called him "Xiao Yin". After Pei Mingshu heard it once, Pei Mingshu also started calling Mo Yin "Xiao Yin".
Compared with getting along with the servants more and more harmoniously, Mo Yin still behaved a little alienated from the Pei family.
Pei Jingyou was busy with his daily work. After Mo Yin moved into Pei's house, Pei Jingyou had a conversation with him. The exchange was about his schooling. It was impossible for him to go to Air Force University. Pei Jingyou said that he could arrange for him to study in University A. , Mo Yin agreed.
"Pei Qing is also in University A. I will ask him to take more care of you in school."
Mo Yin lowered his head and said, "No need."
Pei Jingyou smiled, patted his shoulder, and then changed the subject and said, "Mingshu likes you very much, and he supports me in taking you home."
Mo Yin said nothing.
Pei Jingyou thought to himself and said: "Ming Shu is like his mother, very soft-hearted."
Construction is going on everywhere in Pei's house these days.
Pei Mingshu took the design drawings of Pei's house from the study, modified them himself, and called workers to do the construction, just to facilitate Mo Yin's travel.
Mo Yin heard from the servant that not a single plant, tree, or brick had been touched in Pei's house for thirty years.
They spoke with expressions of admiration and admiration. Pei Mingshu was actually willing to do this for Mo Yin. This was definitely not something that could be explained by a show.
The floor-to-ceiling windows of the room faced a corner of the garden. The sea of snow-white flowers swayed gently with the wind, and workers were cleaning the newly laid barrier-free passage in the garden.
The servant knocked on the door and brought a large bouquet of flowers.
"This kind of flower is not easy to transplant and cannot survive without the soil. It would be a pity to throw it away. The young master asked us to put a bunch in each room."
The servant was relatively casual when talking to Mo Yin, even jokingly placing the bouquet of flowers on the tables at Mo Yin's hand.
The tables in the room should be designed to match the height of Mo Yin sitting in the wheelchair. They are relatively short. The servant bent down to arrange the flowers. Mo Yin smelled the very intoxicating fragrance of the flowers and asked, "What kind of flower is this?"
"Lily."
Mo Yin has never seen this kind of flower, whether in the real world or the mission world.
The petals are white and curved, and the stamens are slender and bright red. It looks like a queen's crown, especially its fragrance, which is so rich that you can't help but hold your breath.
"lily……"
The servant thought that Mo Yin had never seen such a beautiful lily, so he said: "Casablanca, the scientific name of this flower, is our wife's favorite flower."
After the servant left, Mo Yin looked at the bouquet of flowers with strange eyes. He checked it on his mobile phone and gained a deeper understanding of the reality of this world.
This world actually has a complete biological system, filled with many animals and plants that he has never heard of before.
What an exaggeration.
Is this something a normal energy level can do?
Mo Yin looked at the bunch of so-called "lilies" intently.
"Want to go out and take a look?"
Mo Yin turned his face, and Pei Mingshu put his hands behind his back. He had been at home all day today. He wore a linen shirt and a thick knitted black round-neck sweater. He looked comfortable at home, as if he was more comfortable at home. It was easy to get close. He looked at Mo Yin with gentle eyes, "They are more beautiful in the garden."
Mo Yin rarely leaves his room.
He is now playing an autistic teenager suffering from trauma, waiting for others to "attack" him so that he can naturally penetrate into the Pei family.
Obviously Pei Mingshu is very interested in "defeating" him.
This is probably out of a deep sense of sympathy.
Mo Yin had no doubt about the authenticity of Pei Mingshu's sympathy.
A proud man like Pei Mingshu, who has lived for more than twenty years, may not have suffered anything that did not go his way. Shouldn't a person who is treated so well by the world be kind-hearted and broad-minded?
What's more, the Pei family must bear almost all the responsibility for his current situation.
Mo Yin turned his face, still evasive.
Pei Mingshu didn't force himself and left Mo Yin's room after a while.
In the evening, Pei Mingshu was on the phone on the balcony upstairs. When he looked down at the garden, he suddenly noticed Mo Yin's figure appearing in his sight.
Mo Yin pushed his wheelchair and slowly approached the snow-white flowers on the new road in the middle.
"Young Master, are you still listening?" the phone asked cautiously.
"Um."
Pei Mingshu replied with a faint smile on his face, "You continue."
Mo Yin held the flower with his hand and sniffed it, then looked up at the third floor.
Pei Mingshu's figure loomed on the balcony.
Pei Mingshu had always cared about him during this period. He apologized to him on behalf of his father and confessed to Mo Yin without any whitewash that his father had taken detours in pursuit of profits.
"sorry."
"..."
Mo Yin looked at him silently, his eyes seemed to be shaken.
Pei Mingshu did not ask him for forgiveness, nor did he discuss compensation. He just said: "Thank you for being willing to come here."
Mo Yin admitted that Pei Mingshu was indeed a brilliant gentleman.
With a slight push of his fingers, Mo Yin broke off the unfamiliar flower and sniffed it gently in his nose.
*
After the long vacation, Mo Yin's admission procedures were completed.
Pei Jingyou told Pei Qing at the dinner table, "You must take good care of Xiao Yin at school."
Pei Qing held the coffee and said "hmm" through his nose. He didn't even look at Mo Yin. There was an extra person in the house, which had no impact on him.
Mo Yin lived in Pei's house for more than a month, and Pei Qing didn't say a word to him.
If Pei Mingshu and him could be considered friends, then Pei Qing and him were still strangers.
But that's okay.
Mo Yin took a sip of water.
Pei Qing will take the initiative to make friends with him today.
Pei Jingyou took the medicine, said he had a meeting to attend, and left the restaurant first.
Pei Mingshu went on a business trip before the long holiday and has been away from home these days.
Now there are barrier-free passages everywhere in Pei's house. Mo Yin can push the wheelchair to the side of the car by himself, and does not need help from anyone to get in the car. He holds the car door, uses his own strength, and barely gets into the car, and then slowly moves to adjust his sitting posture.
Pei Qing had already sat in the passenger seat, holding his face with one hand and looking down at his phone. He had no intention of helping during the whole process.
When the car arrived at the school, the driver got out and took the wheelchair from the trunk and leaned it against the side of the car. Mo Yin pushed the door open and put his hand on the side of the car, his expression hesitant.
The car is fixed, but the wheelchair is not. If he tried to get into the wheelchair by trying to get into the car, he would probably fall to the ground, both himself and the wheelchair.
He looked at Pei Qing, who had gotten out of the car and was standing next to the car.
Pei Qing lowered his head and was still looking at his phone.
Mo Yin looked away.
The driver said: "Let me help you."
"Please help me get out of the wheelchair."
"OK."
The driver held down the wheelchair, and Mo Yin was about to use his arms. Pei Qing, who was looking at his cell phone, suddenly put away his cell phone and came over. He rushed his arms into the car, took Mo Yin out rudely, and "threw" Mo Yin directly. Arrived in a wheelchair.
His butt was hit, and the wheelchair made a clang. Mo Yin pretended to be shocked and looked at Pei Qing.
Pei Qing looked at him coldly, "Trouble."
Mo Yin: "..."
Good, this guy is more of a villain than he looks.
After Pei Qing finished speaking, he took out the mobile phone in his pocket and turned around to leave.
The driver was very embarrassed and comforted Mo Yin, "The second young master has such a temper, don't take it to heart."
Mo Yin said "hmm".
When Pei Mingshu sent a message asking him if his enrollment went smoothly today and whether Pei Qing took care of him, he replied, "Very good."
It's pretty good.
At least he didn't kick his wheelchair over.
Although Mo Yin went to the same school as Pei Qing, Pei Qing was actually two years older than him and was already in his junior year.
Pei Mingshu has been studying abroad since elementary school, but Pei Qing has been studying in China all the way. The difference in treatment between the two brothers is clear at a glance, and Pei Jingyou has made no secret of his preference for his eldest son.
Pei Mingshu studied literature abroad, but immediately joined the company's top management after returning to China. This shows that Pei Jingyou has confirmed that he wants Pei Mingshu to be his successor.
Mo Yin pushed his wheelchair slowly on the campus, and curious eyes fell on him from time to time.
There was no malicious intent in those glances, but they were so distinct.
After arriving in the classroom, Mo Yin received a considerable degree of welcome.
Probably Pei Jingyou said hello in advance, and the teachers in the school communicated with the students. The students were very friendly to Mo Yin, because he was in a wheelchair and it was inconvenient to sit in the seat, so he could only sit in the last row. Asked if he could see, Mo Yin smiled and said, "I have very good eyesight."
The classmate suddenly realized, "Yes, you..."
He stopped talking just in time.
How could someone who could have been a pilot have bad eyesight?
The relationship between college classmates was not close at first, but suddenly there was a "special" student in the class. These young people had a common concern, and they were not in a hurry to leave after class and came to talk to Mo Yin.
Mo Yin became very popular on the Internet a while ago. College students surfed the Internet very quickly and continued to pay attention to this matter for a while. They did not expect that the person involved would appear next to them, although they tried their best not to offend Mo Yin. But there was still an unavoidable expression of curiosity on his face.
Mo Yin has a handsome and gentle appearance, and he seems to be the kind of person who is easiest to get close to. In fact, this is how he behaves. He actively satisfies the curiosity of his classmates and answers everything they ask or what they want to ask. Sorry to ask about export.
"I live in Pei's house now."
“It’s big, it’s big. It’s been renovated and many new barrier-free passages have been installed. It’s quite convenient to get in and out.”
"They are all very kind to me. It was Pei Qing who sent me here today."
"..."
The classmates gathered around Mo Yin and arrived at the elevator entrance. Two or three people followed Mo Yin into the elevator and spontaneously helped Mo Yin push the wheelchair.
"How nice is Senior Pei Qing? He looks quite fierce."
"No," Mo Yin smiled, "He just seems difficult to get along with, but he is actually a very nice person and takes good care of me."
"I can't imagine..."
Mo Yin quickly became involved with his classmates. By the time of the second class, he had already exchanged numbers with several people and agreed to visit their clubs.
Of course I have to share such a wonderful college life with the people around me.
Mo Yin took a few photos of the classroom and teaching materials, and created a circle of friends.
"new life."
Grouped, only 'Mo Hong Hai' is visible.
*
Mo Honghai felt that he might just be unlucky in this life.
Seeing that the half million was about to be received, the cooked duck actually flew away, which almost caused him to be sued!
Fortunately, when he revealed that Mo Yin had ordered him to do it, Ding Mohai didn't come to see him, which made him relieved.
Mo Honghai also felt a little guilty. After all, he, as the elder, pushed his nephew out, but he was telling the truth. Mo Yin shouldn't blame him. Taking a step back, if something happens to him, who will take care of him in the future? Where is Mo Yin, the paralytic? Of course, it is more important to protect himself first.
"...I decided to officially adopt Mo Yin as my godson!"
Mo Honghai was dumbfounded. Watching the live broadcast on his mobile phone was so hot that his eyes also became red and hot. After a while, he cursed "Fuck——"
Mo Honghai contacted Mo Yin, but Mo Yin didn't reply, so he went to the hospital. People in the hospital said that Mo Yin had been transferred to another hospital. The nurses were very rude to him, looked at him with disdain, and seemed to ignore him. Regardless of Mo Honghai, No matter how much he asked, he refused to reveal which hospital Mo Yin was transferred to.
"I am his uncle! Why didn't you notify me that he was transferred to another hospital?"
The nurse couldn't help it anymore and cursed: "Is there an uncle like you who uses his paralyzed nephew as a cash cow to blackmail him?"
Mo Honghai was carried out of the hospital by security guards.
He couldn't understand how things suddenly turned out like this, and how Mo Yin suddenly turned into the adopted son of the Pei family.
He couldn't find Mo Yin, and he didn't dare to offend the Pei family again. He wanted to continue to break the news and stir up trouble on the Internet, but found that his account was blocked. He wanted to contact reporters to break the news, only to find that those reporters and media had also deleted him and blocked him—— The matter was resolved, the hot spot was over, and he became the Mo Honghai that no one cared about again.
Mo Honghai was very reluctant, but he had no choice. The sequelae of becoming popular on the Internet was that creditors were pursuing him even more tightly than before, so he could only retreat from the house and hide around.
Mo Honghai was hiding in a rental house and smoking when he saw the Moments posted by Mo Yin. He said "Hmm...", his eyes popped out, and he puffed out smoke from his mouth and nostrils. His face quickly turned color and he was so angry. Her lips were trembling, the cigarette ash was falling down, and it was burned on her pants. Mo Honghai took two puffs of cigarette while shaking his pants, looked at the address of the circle of friends, stepped on the cigarette butt and walked out.
At the end of the second period of class, Mo Yin put away the books and notes on the table. The classmate in the front row turned around and asked if he wanted to take him to the cafeteria.
"Thank you, I can do it myself."
"Then let's go together."
"good."
Mo Yin smiled and looked past the man toward the classroom door.
The classmate also turned his head and glanced, "What, are you waiting for Senior Pei Qing?"
Mo Yin smiled and was noncommittal.
Why is it so slow... Could it be that he is dead? Didn't he send him a WeChat message in the middle of the night yesterday, shouting that he couldn't hide from him forever, and the Pei family couldn't support him forever. Sooner or later, they would be reunited as uncle and nephew, and then Mo Yin would regret everything he did. ?
Putting the book into his bag, Mo Yin was lowering his head to unzip the zipper when unusual movement came from the door behind him.
Mo Honghai came. He rushed into the classroom angrily and deliberately knocked away several students, leaving the tall college students looking at a loss.
Mo Yin put his hand on the zipper and looked out quietly. The classmate in the front seat seemed to have recognized him - Mo Honghai always appeared in the news headlines for a while, "Mo Yin, is that you..."
"Mo Yin!"
Mo Honghai shouted with rage.
Mo Yin maintained his zipper posture and looked at Mo Honghai quietly and without any reaction.
Mo Honghai blushed. Although he didn't know what happened specifically, Mo Yin was clearly on the same side with him and wanted to negotiate with the Pei family. However, Mo Yin was now the adopted son of the Pei family. It was clear that He was thrown aside! He had also experienced this kind of "matchmaker thrown over the wall" loss when doing business. He instinctively felt that he was being taken advantage of. He, a man who was almost fifty years old, was being played around by a little brat and a paralytic. How could he swallow such a breath!
"I've finally found you."
Mo Honghai had a ferocious look on his face and looked like he was coming here with bad intentions. The classmates in the front row gathered around him and said tentatively: "Uncle, this is school. You have something to say."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Get lost. This is my nephew's business. Why should you meddle in our own family's affairs?!"
What Mo Honghai dislikes the most now is the "top student". He grabbed the side of Mo Yin's wheelchair with his neck and said to Mo Yin: "Follow me!"
Mo Yin locked the wheelchair and whispered: "Uncle, can you stop making trouble?"
"Making trouble? Am I making trouble?"
Mo Honghai seemed to have heard some big joke. He was so angry that he pointed at Mo Yin's nose and scolded: "You are just like your dead father, seeking death in silence. Even your uncle and I You dare to play tricks, the Pei family has accepted you as their godson, right? You are a white-eyed wolf with no conscience, and the ashes of your parents are still here with me——"
All the students in University A were scholars, and they had never seen such a raging and wallowing energy. They looked at each other in confusion and didn't know what to do.
"The Pei family is very good to me..."
Mo Yin's voice trembled slightly.
Mo Honghai became even more angry after hearing this, and cursed even more obscenely.
The student in the front row closest to Mo Yin had an idea flash in his mind, and he quickly grabbed his bag and ran out.
Mo Honghai scolded the crowd so vulgarly that the surrounding students couldn't stand hearing it. They went up to help pull him away. Mo Honghai pointed a finger up, and his nails were all black. The students subconsciously stepped back. Mo Honghai Hong Hai turned around and went to pull the valve on the wheelchair. Mo Yin covered the valve with his hand and refused to unlock the wheelchair. The wheelchair stayed in place and made a harsh friction sound between the two people's pull.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Only Mo Honghai was competing with Mo Yin. Mo Yin's face was white with red, and his expression was cold and stubborn. He looked like he was about to cry, but he insisted on holding back tears and refused to let Mo Honghai succeed.
He looked up at Mo Honghai, and at the same time he saw the students watching behind him seemed to be spreading out to make way.
At this moment, Mo Yin tilted his face and smiled at Mo Honghai from an angle that only Mo Honghai could see.
There were still tears in his eyes, but his smile was sarcastic and contemptuous. He threw it away after using it. His lips moved slightly, and his mouth was full and clear, "Idiot."
A stream of blood rushed straight to his forehead, and Mo Honghai raised his hand high without hesitation.
Amid everyone's exclamations, Mo Honghai's hand that was fanned down was grabbed by another hand.
"Oh, fuck - it hurts, it hurts -"
Mo Honghai bent his arms backwards, grinning and screaming in pain. The next second, he was thrown out and hit the desk. There was a "clang" and the crowd of onlookers couldn't help but step back.
Mo Honghai was dizzy from the fall. He covered his forehead and raised his face. He saw a tall young man with a cold face. One hand was still raising an upward gesture. The other hand was in his pocket and he was looking down at him, "Are you looking for death?" you?"
