The vehicles stopped one after another.
Pei Mingshu was behind, watching Pei Qing carry Mo Yin out of the car. Pei Qing's movements were very skillful and careful. From carrying him out of the car to putting him down, a natural tacit understanding had been formed between him and Mo Yin.
Others may not know, but in Pei Mingshu's eyes, this is like an intimate couple.
"Don't tell Pei Qing."
A trembling voice echoed in his ears, vaguely begging him to keep it secret.
Pei Qing noticed Pei Mingshu's gaze and glanced back coldly. Pei Mingshu had no expression on his face, but he didn't show the friendly look he always hated.
There was a slight touch of fingers on the back of his neck. Pei Qing turned his face. Mo Yinzheng looked at him with an anxious expression, "Go in, I'm so hungry."
Pei Mingshu watched quietly as Pei Qing pushed Mo Yin in, handed the car keys to the waiting servant, and unbuttoned his coat with one hand while walking up the steps.
After the city entered June, the weather became sultry day by day. Fortunately, Pei's house was built in the middle of the mountain. It was also very cool in summer. The natural mountain breeze washed it back and forth, bringing with it the faint fragrance of plants. Pei Mingshu was sitting on the terrace of his own floor. Smoking leisurely facing the green mountains.
When the servant came up, he was almost stunned when he saw him smoking.
"Young Master..."
Pei Mingshu turned around.
"dinner time."
Pei Mingshu turned around, took another puff from the half cigarette in his hand, and said, "I know."
The dishes prepared for dinner were very refreshing. They made people feel comfortable and tasted very good. However, Pei Jingyou still didn't seem to have any appetite. He ate a few hastily and stopped eating. It was probably because the negotiations with Heda had not been going smoothly. for the sake of.
Pei Jingyou said that he went for a walk and his legs were shaking when he stood up.
Pei Mingshu said a few words of concern, and Pei Jingyou waved his hand and said it was okay. Pei Mingshu looked away, and happened to meet Mo Yin who was facing him diagonally. Mo Yin's eyes flickered for a moment, and he immediately lowered his head as if to avoid it.
Pei Mingshu paused and glanced at the tips of Mo Yin's reddish ears.
After eating, Pei Qing pushed Mo Yin to leave. Pei Mingshu handed the towel he had wiped his hands to the servant. He stood up and watched the two of them. His eyes suddenly stopped when Pei Qing pushed Mo Yin through the door.
The servant folded the towels and prepared to clear the table, but Pei Mingshu stood still for a long time, so she had to remind her, "Master?"
Pei Mingshu looked back at her with a calm expression, "The weather is getting hot. Give Xiao Yin and the others more fruits."
"OK."
Pei Mingshu went upstairs and took a shower. It was windy at night in the mountains, and the curtains on the balcony were lightly rolled up. Pei Mingshu rarely felt a little upset.
The source of this upset was undoubtedly the meeting with Mo Yin in the afternoon.
First of all, he did do something unfair. While Pei Qing was leaving, he asked Ding Mohai to "falsely pass on the imperial edict" and call Mo Yin in the name of Pei Jingyou.
He did this because he didn't want Pei Qing to know that he had talked to Mo Yin in private, so as to avoid another conflict with Pei Qing.
Obviously, Mo Yin had the same idea, and did not want Pei Qing to know that the two had met in private.
But Mo Yin's demeanor, expression, and eyes when he spoke seemed to have other meanings.
It was as if there was something unspeakable and unclear about this private meeting between him and Pei Mingshu... All the strange behaviors of Mo Yin in front of him suddenly came to mind...
Pei Mingshu's thoughts paused for a moment. He frowned and lit another cigarette. This time he didn't smoke, he just held the cigarette between his fingers and smelled the tobacco to calm his mind.
*
The cooperation negotiations between Youcheng and Heda finally collapsed. Pei Jingyou was so annoyed that he swallowed two pills in the office, "It took so long, so you are just playing tricks on us."
Pei Mingshu was not surprised, and said with a calm expression, "There is no room for two tigers in one mountain, and the hope of cooperation is already very slim."
Pei Qing was the busiest about this matter. He looked cold and stern, "If we can't reach an agreement on cooperation, we can only take another path."
Pei Jingyou sneered, with a ruthless look on his face, and said with a hint: "Then let's settle the old and new accounts together."
As the first anniversary of the 829 Incident approaches, Mo Yin is on the hot search again. Some of his daily photos at school, Pei's house, and the company are leaked. In those photos, he looks like he is living a stable and calm life, with a gentle smile, just like he did at the press conference a year ago. The miserable look is completely different from the other two.
After a year of rectification at Youcheng, the bad internal habit of squeezing employees was completely reversed by Pei Mingshu. Youcheng suddenly had an excellent reputation, and a series of black materials about Heda appeared on the Internet, including donations that were not fulfilled. The media is supported to maliciously attack Youcheng, and the public opinion war is fierce.
The public opinion war is just an outpost. You are fighting for it on both sides. I don’t know how much money has been burned in it, but they are determined to kick the other side out of the same track.
Mo Yin didn't want to accompany Pei Qing to the company anymore because he was on the hot search. Pei Qing didn't look good. Instead, Mo Yin comforted him, "I know you can't make the decision in this matter. School is about to start anyway. I Just rest at home for two days.”
Pei Qing shook his hand, raised his hand to his lips and rubbed it, cherishing the gesture.
Mo Yin walked Pei Qing to the door. He waved his hand. Inside the car window, Pei Qing looked gentle and said, "Wait for me when I come back."
Mo Yin nodded and smiled: "Okay."
After Pei Qing's car drove away, Mo Yin turned his wheelchair and turned around to see Pei Mingshu coming downstairs. Although it was midsummer, Pei Mingshu was still wearing a shirt and trousers buttoned to the top, very strict and upright.
Mo Yin's eyes met with his, and he quickly averted his gaze as before, as if he felt guilty when he saw Pei Mingshu.
Pei Mingshu paused on the stairs.
Mo Yin had already turned the wheelchair in the direction of his room.
"Xiao Yin."
The wheelchair stopped.
Mo Yin faced Pei Mingshu's direction diagonally, without raising his head, and stayed in place as if stiff.
The footsteps gradually approached, and Pei Mingshu came to Mo Yin. He had not spoken to Mo Yin since the last time they met in private. He was very busy and did not have much time to communicate with Mo Yin. In addition, he deliberately avoided , there are even fewer opportunities for two people to communicate.
Pei Mingshu stopped him and apologized to Mo Yin for the public opinion war.
The company's public relations team will of course inform him. After all, his status is different from Pei Qing's.
Pei Mingshu immediately expressed his opposition.
The public relations officer was very confused: "Mr. Pei means 'to raise an army for a thousand days and use it for a while'."
Pei Mingshu pondered for a moment, "I'll go talk to him."
The end result is still the same.
Pei Mingshu couldn't argue with his father who was pressing his chest and looking like he was about to have a heart attack at any moment. Pei Jingyou's face turned ugly, "Mingshu, I know you are soft-hearted, but the most taboo thing about some things is to be soft-hearted. Since Mo Yin is now considered a member of our family, so why not make sacrifices for the sake of the family?"
Pei Mingshu said: "Have you asked for his opinion?"
"Of course," Pei Jingyou said, "He is very sensible and agreed quickly."
Pei Mingshu was slightly startled. In his consideration, Mo Yin was absolutely unwilling to show his old scars to others to attract attention and cheap sympathy. He could see that Mo Yin was also a very proud and stubborn boy. , towards the Pei family, Mo Yin has always been under the influence of others and not so warm, except with Pei Qing...
Thinking that Mo Yin might have made a sacrifice for Pei Qing, Pei Mingshu frowned slightly and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
"It doesn't matter," Mo Yin lowered his head and said, "It's nothing, the matter is over anyway."
Pei Mingshu was silent for a moment and said, "I have something else I would like to ask your opinion on."
*
"You really don't want me to accompany you?"
Mo Yin shook his head, "I want to be alone today."
Pei Qing looked around. He didn't know why, but he always felt that the Mo family's old house seemed cleaner and brighter than before. He had this feeling before when he accompanied Mo Yin here. Maybe it was an illusion caused by the hotter weather and stronger sunlight. .
Pei Qing looked at Mo Yin, "I'll pick you up when it's over?"
Mo Yin nodded, "Okay."
"Call me if you have anything."
"good."
The portrait and ashes were already placed on the table, along with the food he had brought. Pei Qing brought the wheelchair up for him, and Mo Yin pushed the wheelchair to the table to burn paper.
The overhead ceiling fan slowly rotated, blowing away the smoke from the table.
Mo Yin looked at the photos on the table.
Perhaps the power of this world is too strong. When the originally flat text was activated, the background memory transmitted to him was also extremely real, as if he had really been a family member with this strange couple in this world for more than ten years. .
It seems to have had a slight impact on him, making him, an orphan who has no concept of family at all, seem to feel the slightest pain.
rest in peace.
Mo Yin lowered his head and put down the golden paper foil. His expression was not as gentle and weak as usual, but indifferent and calm.
They will all come to bury you.
The room was filled with the smell of paper ash. Mo Yin watched in rapt attention. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. He put down the paper foil in his hand and pushed the wheelchair to open the door.
The person outside the door is Pei Mingshu.
He was wearing black today, looking very serious and formal.
Mo Yin stepped aside silently. Pei Mingshu came in and burned incense for Mo's parents. He pulled a chair aside and sat down. He picked up the paper foil that Mo Yin had put down. He raised his eyes and said to Mo Yin: "There is something wrong with the company. A little late."
"It doesn't matter."
Mo Yin returned to the table and picked up another stack of foil.
Pei Mingshu put down a piece of paper foil, and the flames licked the golden paper foil and swallowed it clean, leaving the heat on his fingertips.
The two of them burned paper in silence. Pei Mingshu sat some distance away from Mo Yin. There was no air conditioning in the house, and the windows were open. The outside air poured in, and it was very hot. After a while, sweat broke out on Pei Mingshu's forehead. He looked towards Mo Yin, Mo Yin's cheeks were also flushed, a faint fire reflected in his dark eyes, and sweat oozed from his temples. He looked like he had a bit of youthful vitality.
Mo Yin's temperament is gentle and weak, making people always feel that he is harmless and pitiful, and he always lacks something fierce.
Maybe it existed before.
Pei Mingshu thought of the ID photo for pilot application.
At that time, Mo Yin was also very high-spirited.
A feeling mixed with guilt, sympathy, pity and other emotions gripped Pei Mingshu's heart.
He could not pretend that he was not responsible.
He has enjoyed all the good things of the Pei family. He is the eldest young master of the Pei family. How can he shirk the evil that this huge money monster has done that has nothing to do with him?
Pei Mingshu put down a piece of paper and looked at the couple with cautious and shy smiles in the black and white photo.
He silently made a promise in his heart.
I will keep him safe all his life.
After the paper was burned, Mo Yin picked up the stick on the side and stirred the ashes to extinguish the remaining sparks inside. There were beads of sweat on the tip of his nose. His eyes looked serious. Pei Mingshu felt soft and said, "I'll do it. .”
"No need," Mo Yin whispered, "don't get your clothes dirty."
"It doesn't matter."
Pei Mingshu stretched out his hand as he spoke. Mo Yin's hand immediately ducked to the side. As he hid, he didn't notice the stick in his hand. The head of the stick picked up the paper ashes. The newly burned paper ashes were hot with sparks. Suddenly it splashed in the air.
"careful."
Pei Mingshu stood up quickly, turned his back to the flying dust, and put his hands weakly on Mo Yin's head.
Mo Yin seemed to be in a state of shock, holding the stick and remaining frozen there. It was not until Pei Mingshu dusted off the dust on his shirt sleeves that he put down the stick as if he had just woken up from a dream, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Pei Mingshu casually rubbed his sleeves with the back of his hand.
"Let me see."
Mo Yin grabbed the waist of his shirt, frowned, and said anxiously, "How is your back? Is it not burned?"
"It's okay, it's not hurt."
The summer shirt was light and thin, and Pei Mingshu did feel a faint sting on his back, but he didn't want to worry Mo Yin, so he grabbed Mo Yin's wrist with one hand to let him go, "Don't look at it, it's just a little dust."
"No, just let me take a look." Mo Yin's hand grabbed his clothes insistently, "Turn around and take a look and I'll feel relieved."
Pei Mingshu was standing and Mo Yin was sitting. Their gazes were raised and lowered. Originally, they could not come together. Mo Yin raised his head and said, and Pei Mingshu turned his head to look. Just like that, their eyes collided. Come together.
Pei Mingshu saw Mo Yin's eyes, which were clear and clear, showing no concern at all - maybe it was just too late to hide it. As soon as Pei Mingshu looked at him, Mo Yin immediately looked away.
The atmosphere in the room was a little stagnant for a while.
The place where the skin touches is extremely hot.
Pei Mingshu gently opened Mo Yin's wrist. Mo Yin's fingers gently let go of his clothes, and he fell onto the wheelchair.
It's like he wants to escape at any time.
Pei Mingshu looked at his strong fingers. After a moment of silence, he said in a calm tone: "It's really okay."
Mo Yin said "Yeah", he lowered his head again, and pointed the two hairpins on his head towards Pei Mingshu. Pei Mingshu moved his fingers, wanting to touch Mo Yin's hair, but he still didn't reach out.
"Do you want to stay for dinner?" Mo Yin said stiffly.
"convenient?"
"If you don't mind."
Mo Yin silently took the bowls and chopsticks on the table and turned to the pool aside. Pei Mingshu raised his heels and said, "I'll do it."
Pei Mingshu rolled up his sleeves and rinsed the dishes. Mo Yin waited beside him, always lowering his head, as if he had made a mistake.
The meal was prepared by Mo Yin in the morning with the help of the Pei family chef.
Pei Mingshu said: "It's delicious."
Mo Yin raised his face and smiled at him.
After lunch, Pei Mingshu cleared away the dishes and Mo Yin pushed the wheelchair back to his room.
The room was dusty again, but fortunately the books were placed in the bookshelves and when taken out, they were still very clean.
Mo Yin opened a book and flipped through two pages. There were a few pieces of paper inside. He opened it and rubbed the words on it.
Pei Mingshu stood behind him and saw from a high position that it was a report card with the signatures of Mo Yin's parents.
Pei Mingshu stretched out his hand, hesitated for a moment, then put it on Mo Yin's shoulder and whispered: "The results are very good."
Mo Yin smiled and raised his head with a rare clear expression, "I have always been good at studying." But it only became clear for a moment. He turned around and put the transcript back again, "I want to learn a lot of knowledge in high school now. I can't get up." He put the book back and picked up another book. Pei Mingshu took back his hand and said, "This is normal. The human brain will only remember the things that are most useful to the current self."
Mo Yin flipped through the book and asked, "Is this bookshelf easy to install?"
"very convenient."
After Pei Mingshu finished his answer, he said, "Would you like to buy one for you and try it yourself?"
Mo Yin looked up and smiled again, "It's not Lego, and I'm not a child."
"It's actually quite interesting, you can try it."
"No, I'm very busy."
"Oh? What are you busy with? By the way, Lao Ding said you can do a lot of company work now?"
"Well, it's all..."
Mo Yin's voice stopped suddenly, and after a pause he said, "...You will get good at it if you learn."
Pei Mingshu dropped his hands by his side, looking thoughtful, "After school starts, we still have to focus on academics."
Mo Yin said "hmm".
"If you don't understand anything about the company, you can ask me."
"When are you going to ask?"
Mo Yin asked quickly and lowered his head again.
Pei Mingshu originally wanted to say that he could come to his study when he was free, but seeing the way Mo Yin lowered his head, the words on his lips unknowingly changed to "Any time."
The room became quiet again, Mo Yin pressed his palm on the book, his fingers were slender and white, slightly curled up. The strong summer sunshine made the room dusty. Pei Mingshu liked peace and quiet, and he wrinkled slightly when he saw this scene. He raised his eyebrows.
It seems that no one has been here for a long time since he last cleaned it, so there is so much dust again.
Mo Yin and Pei Qing often come back here, and they never clean it up. Only the living room can still accommodate people. Could it be that Mo Yin has never let Pei Qing enter his room...
Pei Mingshu thought this, his thoughts suddenly stopped, and Mo Yin called him, and he came back to his senses.
"It's almost time," Mo Yin looked embarrassed, "it's time to go."
Pei Mingshu said: "Okay."
He put his hands in his pockets and turned outside as if he was thinking about something. Mo Yin accompanied him to the door. Pei Mingshu said, "I'll carry you down." He gestured to bend down, but Mo Yin held the wheelchair and backed away. After a moment, the embarrassment on his face was finally explained, "No, Pei Qing..." His voice was low and dry, "...he'll pick me up soon."
