When I was a child, the second uncle was the most handsome and the second aunt was the most beautiful among the people in the Mo family. The two of them stood together in military uniforms, and they were a very heroic couple.

Every time Monet thinks of that scene, and then thinks of the explosion when he was 13 years old, his heart trembles.

Lin Ruo closed the door, made tea and ran back on slippers, looking excited: "Where did you meet him? It's almost the Chinese New Year, why did he come to Z City? Don't he have to accompany Secretary An...Zhan"

Monet explained: "He resigned from his position as secretary of the Standing Committee more than half a year ago and went to the local area. As for how he met him here, I don't know."

Lin Ruo wanted to ask something, but was stopped by Monet's deep and calm eyes, and he signaled her to pour tea. After pouring the tea, he went to the study to watch the two children not come out to take it.

Although Lin Ruo was curious, he had to do it.

The heated room in the north was very warm. Monet took off his scarf and walked over to see him, and felt a little scared--he was dressed in a single dress, his hands were frozen red. And when he saw him, the thick layer of snow covered in his car was completely unaware of it.

"What happened?"

Monet sat down and asked in a slow and distant voice.

Even though I haven't seen each other for many years, even if I have never communicated in recent years, at this critical moment, Monet subconsciously felt that something big should have happened in Kyoto.

Mo Huaiyuan's thoughts were still wandering. He had been frozen for too long and his thoughts were almost empty.

He looked up at him, and opened his thin lips lightly, which were two tentative words: "...Cousin..."

Monet smiled slightly, and couldn't help but remember that when they were young, their cousins ​​were intimate. Mo Huaiyuan always called him brother. Where did he call him such a decent cousin?

But after all, it has been many years.

"After that incident, my parents were your uncle - they were still in Kyoto. I came to Z City to attend university. After graduation, I started a business and opened a small construction company until now. What about you? How are you?"

How could he run out alone during this New Year?

Mo Huaiyuan couldn't help but smile a pale smile at the corner of his mouth. What can he do if he is an orphan?

"Is there something wrong with Secretary An, or is it that you yourself?" Monet was still guessing.

"Cousin..."

His low and indifferent voice interrupted him.

After staying up all night, a little bloodshot cold eyes swept across the table and asked him: "You were bigger at that time, and you remember it more than me. What were the causes and consequences of the explosion at that time? Do you still remember?"

Monet was not alert at all and he would mention this matter, which was very surprising!

"Why did you suddenly ask this? It's been so many years... Huaiyuan, we haven't seen each other for so many years..." He asked with a forced smile, with a hint of strangeness in his voice that was different from the calmness in his past.

"Do you remember?" Mo Huaiyuan's eyes became cold, as if he had recovered a little sober, and asked him, "What's the reason for the report at that time?"

Monet lowered his head and fiddled with the teacup, without saying a word for a long time.

He didn't expect that Mo Huaiyuan would ask this for the first time he met many years later. Second, he thought this would become a secret that he was not very clear to himself.

"You really want to know?"

Monet vaguely realized that he suddenly appeared in City Z, which was definitely related to this matter, and suddenly asked.

"I was not big back then. I didn't know anything about the TV. Maybe you know more than me, but there was indeed one time when I heard my parents - your uncle and their husbands quarrel - because of why they didn't adopt you."

As it turns out, Mo Yunan's brother did think about helping his younger brother who became a martyr adopt his son.

However, his wife disagreed.

When Monet was 13 years old, he heard them quarrel through the crack of the door.

The mother said, "Can you be clear? How good is An Zhanyu's family? Look at the dilapidated place in our house, you're crazy about raising two sons!"

Mo Yubei blushed and said, "Then can you raise Huaiyuan to the beast surnamed An? Others don't know, I've been in the army and I know it!! The bomb disposal force and the vanguard never walked together, but it exploded but killed the couple!! There is a problem here! I swear by the ancestral tablet of my old Mo family, there is definitely a fucking problem!!"

The mother shouted hysterically: "The one in question is you bastard! I'm enough to raise my son! If you want to raise someone else's children, you can raise them alone!"

"Then why don't you think about what will happen if Yuan'er arrives at the An family?!!"

"It's great! I care about his food, his residence, and his schooling!! Even if I'm an enemy, I'll have to go to school in the future.

Tang respects the people who are filial to the family!!"

"You...you..."

Mo Yubei was so angry that he almost broke out, and he almost passed by, "This child will sooner or later ask you to kill him... My brother and my sister-in-law will die in peace in this life!!"

At that time, the family was quarrels and quarrels and reluctance, Monet could feel the grief and anger and reluctance while watching.

But because he was too young and ignorant of the world, these words were hidden in his heart with a hidden meaning. Every time Monet took it out, he felt more and more afraid when he thought about it. The truth was like a time bomb that would explode at some point. It was deeply buried with An Zhanyu's successful adoption of Mo Huaiyuan.

After many years, we have been in peace.

Monet also thought that time could probably cover everything. Since nothing happened, there was no need for him to think about it again. He almost forgot, but he didn't expect to run into him again.

Mo Huaiyuan's appearance made him shocked.

I haven't seen each other for many years, and when I see you again, I no longer look like a boy, and even the heart-wrenching sadness of the last parting I left.

After hearing this explanation, more scarlet bloodshots rose in Mo Huaiyuan's eyes, his hands gradually clenched to the full extent, and the curve of the corners of his mouth turned into a sneer, as if he was suppressing some emotions.

Now, he didn't even need to explain. Monet looked at him and smiled, but was stunned for a moment.

Then, the corners of his smiling mouth began to twitch gently.

He vaguely knew that the buried thunder that year had finally exploded.

It seems... Could it be that the result that his father Mo Yubei only guessed was real?

Monet's fingers holding the teacup were trembling.

After counting, it has been twenty-six years.

He raised his head and stared at him and smiled, "No, this matter is so big, are you hearing about it or..."

Mo Huaiyuan looked up gently, looked at him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Do you know too?"

Monet was so angry that she was: "I just thought it was a joke at that time..."

He lowered his head, the atmosphere between the two was at its peak. After a long time, Mo Huaiyuan seemed to have finally found someone who could tell his thoughts. He looked up at him and said,

"I also hope this is not true, but I heard it with my own ears... I can't repeat it to you again, cousin, but... the explosion that year was not possible, it was a conspiracy, intentional. As for who was the initiator, you guessed it if I didn't say it..."

"I heard what you said just now. Now I think it's reasonable to make such a decision..."

Where is it reasonable?

Monet suddenly couldn't imagine how Mo Huaiyuan lived in An's house over the past twenty years?

How did he come out one night?

Lin Ruo opened the door, brought a plate of fruit over, and brought it to them: "Why did you get into this kind of atmosphere? I haven't seen you for many years, right? It'll be a little awkward. My name is Lin Ruo. You can call me sister-in-law. If you feel unfamiliar...then you can just wait a while and call me!"

Mo Huaiyuan didn't look up.

He just raised his hand and raised the cigarette between his slender and red fingers, and said, "Is there a child right? Then I'll pinch it..."

Lin Ruo hurriedly said: "It's okay, they are doing their homework next door, they can't get enough..."

Monet looked up with a pale face, pulled her gently over, and whispered, asking her to come to the side first and stop talking.

I don’t know what he thinks when I see everything I have now, my wife, children, and family.

If those things are true??

"Are you busy during the Chinese New Year? If you are not busy, stay here for two more days?"

Lin Ruo Ben was wiping the decorations on the shelf next to him. When he heard this, he was surprised and shocked, and then turned around with some concerns—

It is rare to have a big man at home. She was excited, yes, but two years will be the New Year. The family of four has to celebrate, and sometimes they have to go around relatives. How can it be convenient if an outsider is there?

But that's what she thought.

"..." His face was not very good, but he dared to signal his husband so blatantly.

Mo Huaiyuan understands it.

What day is this?

He smiled slightly, and it was the first time he smiled in the past ten hours he drove from Kyoto.

I thought there was no way to go, and I thought there was a cliff in front of me. Now there was a small place for him to rest for a short time.

And some people know who he is, and some people know his past, which made Mo Huaiyuan feel comfortable, even if it was only... a little...

"I will find a place to go... there should be somewhere I can stay..." He stared at the table, said hoarsely, took the last sip of cigarette, and said gratefully, "Brother, I'll stay... it's all right..."

Monet stood up.

After standing for a long time, he took out his trembling hand and patted his shoulder.

"You have to tell me in detail now. Now you have to rest. It's okay. It will take as long as possible."

This is the heartfelt words.

Later, he walked over and pulled his beloved wife together, and went to the guest room next to her to discuss things. Through the crack of the door, the couple, one tall and one short, one tall and the other soft, were communicating their thoughts seemingly calmly.

Mo Huaiyuan extinguished the cigarette in his hand.

The cold air penetrated into the bones. When the warmth attacked, the bones began to hurt in great pain. He felt that this pain was much more comfortable than the pain in his heart. Then he closed his eyes and lay on the sofa. The fatigue of the night spread out, dragging him into the black nightmare at once.

The nightmare is very scary, so scary that there is only one theme-
To be continued...