Chapter 148:

"Mute!"
The brown curly child chased behind, grabbing the hand of the person she chased. The child smaller than her caught by her turned back to look at her, her dark eyes reflected her face, and she paired with those black eyes. The tower gaze subconsciously, her face slightly warm.
"Tassel?"
"You're going to find that guy you don't know?"
"Well, I made an appointment with him today ..."
"No!" Tasha grasped Mute's wrist without letting go. "That guy is weird! Always mysterious and secretive, I don't know what bad things are going on in the back! In case he wants to kidnap you to sell-- Or what about a pervert who likes to bully children? "
"... tassel." Mute twitched. "You think too much."
"No! Because Mute you are so cute! Usually weird people come by, and I'm hard to protect you!"
"what?"
"..." Tasha couldn't say a word because of her anger, and when she came back, she said what she was thinking, and paired with Mute's confused eyes. The tomboy, who was always more careless than the boy, blushed red. Through.
"Anyway, anyway, I don't allow you to see that weird guy!" Having said that, worried that Mute felt that he was restricting his freedom, she quickly added, "You have to take me with you protect you!"
"No, my brother Miel told me I can't take someone to find him."
"Look, sneaky, definitely not a good person."
"Tower!"
When it comes to his favorite big brother, Mute, who has always had a good temper, is not happy.
Rarely saw Mute look angry, Tasha didn't dare to say anything, she bit her lower lip for a moment and thought of compromise.
"Okay, I'm not going with you this time, but who are you going to tell, take me next time, okay?"
Mute tilted his head and thought, as long as he didn't take anyone with him, asking his brother Miel didn't break the agreement, he nodded.
"Okay, but you have to keep it secret and don't tell my parents."
After the two children agreed, Mute left. But Tasha didn't leave, she turned around and turned back, and secretly followed Mute.
For this stupid, stupid and dull little cousin, she always feels that she can't work without her protection.
Mute must have been deceived by that guy. The guy must have no good intentions, or he just likes the abnormalities of children. She must expose the sneaky guy in front of Mute.
With this conviction, Tasha secretly followed Mute.
Fortunately, Mute has always been slow and did not find her following at all. She followed behind, scrambling and turning into a small park, and then she saw Mute sitting on a bench by the small lake, as if waiting.
After waiting for a while, it seemed to be a bit boring. Mute got up, sat on the stone ground near the small lake, and kicked the water with his feet.
The child was originally white and tender, and the skin was as delicate as being able to scoop out water. A fluffy black hair dangled in a bunch of stray hair in the wind, and a pair of baby fat faces were as dark as deer. Eyes turned around, smiling as lovely as a little flower just opened, and the happy feeling infected the mood of others as if it were sunny.
As the passerby passed by, looking at the dark-haired child happily playing in the water, he couldn't help smiling.
Hey ~ my brother is so cute ~
Hiding behind Tasha thought so.
So she must be protected by her as a knight! When I grow up, I can marry Brother Mute ~
She was thinking this way, and suddenly there was a riot. Two older children who were also playing nearby were being reprimanded by their mother because of their naughtiness, and the mother pointed at Mute and said, "What are you doing?" Mischievous mothers do n’t want you anymore, I lost you and take that child home.
The woman ’s original intention was probably just to be honest with her two children, but when she said that, she suddenly took the two bad-tempered children Annoyed, they took advantage of the woman's turn and ran to Mute, but they pushed Mute sitting beside the lake without saying a word.
With a bang, the water splashed, and the woman turned back was stunned, and the tower yarn secretly hiding behind the tree was also stunned. The two children who had run into trouble ran away.
Tasha also ignored the two culprits and rushed to the lake, watching Mute who was desperately struggling in the lake mad.
"Help! Come on! Help!"
She couldn't swim, she screamed, and desperately looked around hoping someone could help.
The woman over there took a few steps back, looking at no one around, and twiddling her two children who were in trouble, they ran away and disappeared. Now it is working time, this park is also small, and only occasionally people pass by, no one comes over no matter how the tower yarn shouts. She watched Mute sink from the water, tears falling.
She lay on the edge of the lake, watching the lake surface burning like a fire. At last, she was bitten by her teeth, and she jumped down.
But just as she was about to jump down, a hand suddenly came out from behind, grabbing her back collar and throwing her backwards. She flew up into the air, rolled over in the air, and fell on the grass behind.
At the same time, there was a bang, and the water splashed, as if someone had jumped into the lake.
The tower yarn got up and looked, and had no time to see a black back, dived on the surface of the water. She didn't care about the pain of falling to the ground. She got up with her hands and feet and land and ran to the lake again. After just two steps, she hadn't had time to run to the lake. She only heard a rattling sound and a black figure burst from the lake Come out.
The dark hair was sticking wet to the teenager's cheek, and the color of the night sky made the face as white as the first snow.
The water drops slid down the cheeks that seemed to be Tianshan's ice and snow, flowed through the beautiful neck, and converged on the exposed clavicle. The fine, moist lashes are stained with tiny water spots, refracting bright light.
The whole body had been soaked, and the dark clothes were tightly attached to the teenager, clearly delineating the teenager's slender and well-balanced body.
He hugged the child who was holding him tightly, walked towards the lake, and came out of the water.
There are constant transparent drops of water dripping from his hair tips, chin, and body, reflecting the sunlight, like pearls falling into the lake.
Tasha knelt beside the lake and stared blankly, her eyes wouldn't turn anymore, her head was blank.
She could only kneel on the ground, looking at the scene in front of her that seemed so beautiful to her that her head stopped.
She thought she probably saw the fantastic lake elves that only existed in the legend.
She watched the teenager who couldn't tell whether it was an elven or a human, hugging her brother, and soon disappeared deep into the trees.
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In the lush jungle, a forest path winds to the depths, and a retro medieval-like building stands by the water of an arch bridge. The trail is very quiet and there are few people. The members of this high-level club are not many at all, and they only receive a few people a day at most.
At this moment, someone came in through the gate.
The comer was a young beautiful boy, who was soaked and wet against the white cheeks, and dripped with water and walked in. His boots were wet too, and he took a step to leave a footprint on the expensive snow-white carpet. In his arms, he was holding a child who looked eight or nine years old, and he was soaked. His little arms were tightly around the teenager. From time to time, he took a slightly reddish nose and crouched down on the teenager's chest. , Looks pitiful and cute.
The trained service staff immediately greeted them, as if they did not see the footprints on the white carpet at all, and showed a perfect smile to the teenager.
The young man said a few words, and the waiter nodded his head, and gave a few words to the people behind him. The others immediately left, and the waiter smiled and took the young man to a villa with a small courtyard behind him. Immediately afterwards, a young and beautiful female waiter came over, and the teenager hesitated a bit, still letting down the child in her arms, and let the woman take the child to the next room to take a bath.
He turned himself into the bathroom, pressed a button, a porcelain door on the wall opened, and a white porcelain nozzle slowly extended out from it, spraying a hint of warm water with a sweet aroma. , On the naked body of the teenager. In the soft light, he leaned his head, and his neck formed a beautiful line, and the water droplets rolled down along that beautiful line.
Mi'er closed his eyes and let the warm water spray on his face.
He felt that his brain was a little messy now, and even his heartbeat frequency was one point faster than usual.
For a long time, he didn't feel anything about death, and the death he gave to others was even more.
Maybe one day, when death falls on him, he won't feel anything special.
After all, people always die.
It is taken for granted that people will die, just like people have to eat and drink. It is nothing special.
He always thought so.
Until just now ...
Just now, when the cold little body he picked up from the water curled up in his arms, his heart beats faster than ever, and he can almost hear that organ deep in his chest beating madly sound.
The warm water sprayed on his body, but Mi'er felt his fingertips still cold.
He raised his hand and pressed it to the left of his chest.
Distressed.
This word has always been an overly literal adjective to him. He always felt that only the injured body would feel pain, and the heart felt pain, and I'm afraid that it would be felt by digging out the heart So it is impossible for a normal living person to feel heart pain.
But he now seemed to understand the meaning of the word.
Not to mention the moment when the child was hugged from the water, even now, when he is now pressing his chest, he seems to feel that there is an invisible hand in the deep part of his body that is clenching his heart, Tight to the point where his heart was tingling.
Almost ...
Mi'er thought.
If it hadn't been for his earlier step ...
If he was so late for a few seconds ...
Then I'm afraid he was hugged from the water just a cold body.
As long as he thought of this possibility, Mier felt a deep tingling in the heart.
He was a little flustered for no reason.
Because it was a strange feeling to the extreme, and this unprecedented and completely out of his control made him feel a little confused for a while.
... the influence of that child on him seems to be gradually out of control, should he take any measures ...
Suddenly the wet, pale face jumped into his mind, and Miel's chest tightened. He felt a sense of crisis just now and was left behind. He wiped his body in a hurry, and even had no time to get dressed. Got a scarf and went out.
When he walked out of the bathroom, the female waiter who took Mute to take a bath had also brought Mute out. She was coaxing the debilitated child with a smile and looked up to see the mier coming out. Seeing him only wearing a scarf, she did not show any special look after being trained strictly. It was only when she glanced across Miel's abdomen that she was surprised.
I didn't see it in my clothes just now.
The female waiter could not help muttering in her heart.
This teenager looked tall and thin in clothes, and her face was even more beautiful than that of a woman. I didn't expect her body to be so raw ... Eight pack abs, she saw it for the first time.
The teenager's body, white complexion, well-balanced bones, clear lines, wide shoulders and a bee waist, and tight muscles on her long thighs made her look hard to swallow.
She was still thinking about it in her heart, and the child she had coaxed had fluttered towards Mier.
Mi'er reached out and hugged the child, whispering something to the child.
What she said was too low for her to hear. She just saw the child who was just very smart and sensible in front of her. When she converted to the teenager, she showed a grievance. She held her neck and didn't let go. With a small mouth, he whispered aggrievedly, how he looked like he was being coquettish.
The teenager didn't say anything, just patted the child's back gently, and occasionally stroked the child's neck with his fingertips.
She was standing by and watching, and the boy suddenly glanced at her.
Long narrow eyes, a glance over her made her jump suddenly, she bowed almost reflectively, then turned and quickly left the living room.
Mi Erer looked back, not afraid of the cold, so he sat on the sofa hugging Xiao Mute, and continued stroking the child's back gently.
Soon after, the child who was not only scared but more and more sticky finally calmed down slowly under his appeasement, felt tired, and his head slowly fell asleep.
Even when he fell asleep, those little arms still held him tightly, almost tangling him as a lifesaver.
Mi'er sat on the sofa and looked down.
The little child was nestled in his arms, a soft ball, the and reddish baby fat face pressed against his chest, making a uniform breathing sound.
The warm little body was clinging to his chest, the warm breath seemed to penetrate into his body, and the sound of that breath was uncomfortable in his ears.
[The child's influence on him was so great that it was almost beyond his control. 】
[That was an unprecedented feeling of being unclear about whether it was good or bad. 】
Maybe this is not bad.
Mi'er thought, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the slender arc appeared more and more, and his hand gently stroked the child's wet black hair in his arms.
As long as he keeps the child in his palm, it's not bad.
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The magnificent and spacious entertainment hall like a theater is always brightly lit, and the gorgeous and delicate crystal lamps emit bright light like daylight, allowing the gold ornaments on the luxuriously decorated hall walls to reflect soft light.
It has always been kept clean and bright, always waiting for guests.
The young Mute who came to this kind of place for the first time opened his eyes wide. He grew so big that he saw for the first time what the real gold is. He followed Mi Er, stretched his head and looked around, Mi Er held his little hand.
The boy has changed his clothes. The soaked clothes have been taken away by the waiter. They will be returned after washing and drying. He is now wearing a suit from the waiter. Very suitable size, obviously the waiter has carefully matched him. He didn't care, he just put it on casually. The slightly sloppy tuxedo jacket was not worn on the sofa, and his upper body was just a white shirt.
Mier looked around boringly. He didn't really have much interest in the entertainment items in this hall, but he just woke up and woke up to explore, and he just took the child to Here it comes.
He was looking around casually, and the little hand he was holding dragged him.
"Brother Miel, look, piano."
The little guy pointed at a snow-white Rococo classical PETROF piano on the platform on the other side of the hall and said happily.
Then Mute raised his face and told him proudly.
"My family also has a piano. My mother is a very famous pianist ~~"
Mi'er frowned.
This stupid little guy even has a pianist's mother? It doesn't look like it has inherited the art cell.
"You can?"
he asks.
When he asked, Xiao Mute scratched her head and showed an embarrassed expression.
"I just listen to ... Mom and Dad say that whatever I want to learn is fine, and I can play without wanting to learn anything."
The couple is too spoiled to pamper the children.
Mi Er'er raised an eyebrow and thought about it, and reached out and rubbed the child's fluffy little head.
"Well," he said, "don't learn if you don't want to learn."
He said that his expression was calm, as if he had never thought of the sentence just described.
"Uhh ~~ Mom said the same thing. Brother Mier, I told you, my mother plays the piano very well, it's very nice, I like listening to her most, and she plays the piano particularly well.
Holding the little ghost's little face that was bright when he raised his mother playing the piano, Mi Er raised his eyebrows. Then, holding Mute's small hand, he walked straight towards the piano, and when he got there, he let go and sat down in front of the piano.
Little Mute stunned the piano, and then stunned him again, a pair of big dark eyes blinking, showing a somewhat confused look.
The teenager sat quietly in front of the snow-white piano, and the buttons on the neck of the white shirt were unbuttoned, so he opened it casually, exposing a half-clavicle of his throat and chest.
His legs were dark, tight-fitting long trousers, and his legs became slimmer. He sat there with his back straight, his white shirt fastened by a black belt, and pulled down from his waist to stretch the tight young waist.
His fingers on the keys are long and white, with clear knuckles and soft light, making his hands look like delicate works of art.
The pretty finger was pressed down, and a gentle song sounded in the quiet hall.
The tone is clean, like the sun on the glacier, with a little coldness, like finely divided beads falling and rolling on the ice, cold and clear, like the winter wind sweeping the clear blue sky on the glacier .
That wonderful note seemed to penetrate into the depths of the human heart, shuttle in the sound of the wind, with that powerful sound, shaking the air, as if you could feel the traces of ripples spreading like water in the air.
The soft light fell on the teenager sitting in front of the piano, pulling long shadows down his feet.
The interlacing of light and shadow is like an incredible picture, so beautiful that the person staring at it almost forgets to breathe.
The song is over.
Miel turned his head and looked at the child who was staring wide open at him.
"Does it sound good?"
he asks.
The child nodded violently like a chicken pecking rice.
"Does it look good?"
The child didn't answer immediately, he tilted his head and thought seriously, then answered.
"Although his mother looks good, brother Miel looks better."
Mi Er'er mouth moved, as if smiling.
He watched the child stare at his big shiny eyes, feeling much better. Seeing the child reach out his hand, the teenager held the child up on his lap, arms around the tiny body from behind.
The child tilted his small head and looked at him, saying, "I want to learn the piano too."
"Ok?"
"I want to look as good as Brother Miel."
The boy didn't answer. He glanced at Mute, Mo Lan's pupils had soft light that seemed to overflow because of falling into the light. He held the fleshy little hands with both hands and took them to the black and white keys.
The slender hands took two little hands for a force, and the clear notes jumped up again in the empty hall, accompanied by the children's crisp laughter.
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【one year later】
Deep in a hidden and small garden, flowing water surrounds the clear pool water full of snow-white narcissus flowers. The wide petals are covered with transparent dewdrops. As the flowers swing, they drip into the pool.
There was a nice tinkling sound, which was the sound of piano notes flying above this little garden.
At the end of the song, the child looked up, and under the light black soft hair, a pair of grape-like water eyes glittered. The child looked up at the people around him with a small face, looking expectant, like a puppy with a small tail, so cute that people couldn't help but want to rub it.
And the man who thought so naturally did so, reaching out with one hand and rubbing the child's fluffy little head. The fine eyelashes hang down, and a soft shadow falls on the dark blue eyes, and the shadow reflects the child's tender little face.
"Plays well."
Mier said that he looked at the bright smiley face that the child tilted his head at him, his eyes softened.
Little Mute jumped down from the high stool specially made for him, and happily pounced into Mier's arms.
"I want to surprise my mother."
He said with confidence.
Since this year, he has secretly learned piano with Brother Mi'er. However, even after he started learning to play the piano, he still liked the way that brother Mier played, especially sitting on the high stool and watching the elder brother playing the piano without blinking.
"..."
Mi'er rubbed the soft black hair again, and it felt very good.
That has almost become a habit, whether it is the touch of the hair between the fingers, the small warm body, or the look of the child holding him and smiling at him, but in just one year, it has become an indispensable part of his life. Lack of habits.
And he doesn't hate such habits.
"Brother Miel."
"Ok?"
The child looked at him with big eyes and stopped talking.
"……Almost a year."
"Ok."
"... a year ..."
"Um." Mi'er rubbed the little head again. "It's good to learn this in a year."
"I'm not saying this ..."
The children who slammed side by side saw that Miel really forgot about it, so the baby was unhappy and the baby had a small temper. He just humped his cheeks and sat down and ignored Miir.
Looking at the little ghost's bulging and swollen face, Mi Er's lips raised a bit, he held the child from behind and touched his head.
"The day after tomorrow," he said, "will not forget, the day after tomorrow will take you to space to see the earth."
He never forgot the agreement with the child, but just intentionally didn't say it, he just wanted to tease the child.
Little Mute, who was still sulking, turned on his eyes. He turned around and caught Miir's neck as soon as he reached out his hand.
"Brother Miel is the best ~~ I like Brother Miel most!"
The teenager's Phoenix eyes froze slightly.
"Like Mom and Dad?"
The child tilted his head and thought seriously.
He said, "Like mom and dad."
"... sly devil."
Mi'er said, there seemed to be a little helplessness, and he was very spoiled. Holding the child in his arms, he bowed his head and kissed the corner of the child's eyes.
As soon as he kissed, his brow frowned slightly, and he raised his hand and touched the child's forehead.
"Fever?"
He frowned, asking a harsh tone.
"Just a little bit, it was almost fine yesterday."
"Go home and rest."
"I want to stay a little longer ..."
"I won't go if the day after tomorrow."
"Eh? No, I'll go back and take the medicine, it will be fine tomorrow!"
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As in the past, Miel sent Mute back to his home. He never appeared in front of Mute's parents, and because Mute had been careful to conceal, the parents did not know his existence.
He stood in the shadow of the dense bush, watching the child wave his hand to himself with a smile, and then ran towards the room a little further away. He watched Mute run to the door of the house, the door opened, and a woman with a gentle face leaned over Mute, and kissed Mute softly.
Mi'er looked back and turned to leave.
Suddenly, the noise came, from the direction he had just taken back his gaze.
The young man looked back subconsciously, and at that glance, he breathed suddenly.
The child who was quite spirited and waved good-bye to him and said goodbye. The child who smiled brightly fell into the woman's arms with her eyes closed. The woman was half-knelt on the ground and carried the child who was suddenly unconscious. Shouted something.
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In the critically ill monitoring ward, young children were lying on a white bed. Several sharp pins were inserted in different positions on his thin arms, and his respirator covered most of his face. His face was as pale as the ward.
Outside the ward, a couple waited anxiously. The woman clenched her hands, her fingertips almost in her palms, her eyes staring at the child in the room through the transparent window without blinking, her face almost as pale as the child. The man clenched his wife's shoulders. He was very hard. He seemed to want to give his wife strength in this way, but his breathing was so rapid that he was uneasy.
Finally, the door of the ward opened, and the doctor walked out of the face with exhaustion, walked in front of them, and took off the mask on his face.
"The cause is unknown. The child's organs have signs of failure, but the cause of the failure cannot be found." The doctor stared at the two people. "Heart failure is particularly serious. If it continues to fail like this, it will probably not last for a month. , I'm sorry, but please be prepared. "
"……Prepared mind?"
The woman covered her face and burst into tears.
"What preparation? What preparation?" She choked so hardly to speak, "That child is only nine years old ... he is nine years old, he is so young--"
The man was holding his wife's shoulder tightly to support the woman's shaky body, but his fingers were shaking, too. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything as if he had lost his voice, just showing a painful look.
Having seen such grief in the hospital, the doctor sighed and shook his head.
"We will do our best."
He could only say this formulaically, and turned to leave here.
No one noticed that there was a person standing at the corner of the corridor.
The man crossed his arms over his chest, leaning his back against the wall. He was wearing a wide hoodie, a hat covering his head, hiding his face in the shadows so that he could not see clearly, only a dark strand of hair hanging from his cheek, and snow like Generally fair chin.
Mi'er stood there, bowing his head, quietly. His finger clasped at the corner of his left arm was sinking deeply into the flesh, marking bruises on the arm, his finger clasped to the point where the knuckles were faintly pale.