Chapter 914: end

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Mu Donglin was sitting on the ground as if he had been exhausted.
Yes.
Anyone who wants to come will naturally come.
But what if some people don’t give her?
He has been fighting with Musichen for so many years in secret, and now that he has landed in such a field, Musichen may not be happy.
Also, there are not many hatreds for so many years, but there are many small hatreds.
Mu Xichen should not let Li Bei read, it should be.
There are two days left.
She should...will come.
Anyway, there are two days left.
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Lin Kerou hurried back home, and the family members began to dislike returning home sometime.
In the past, my father always liked to sit on the sofa, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed reading glasses leaning on the back of the chair to read the newspaper, there must be a small lamp next to it.
When I saw her enter the door, my father's eyes would move away from the newspaper and look at her. Then when she saw her wearing so little, she would say strangely: how can you wear so little, and you are not afraid of getting sick.
When my mother heard this from her father, she would quickly come out of the kitchen and wipe her wet hands on the apron. Then, she found a blanket for her and said anxiously: Why did you come back at this point and come back? I don’t know to say that in such a cold day, I’ll cook a bowl of tea for you.
Then she would walk in, supported by her mother, sitting on the sofa, sitting with her father, coquettish with her father as before.
And now...
In the large living room, two dim glazed lamps, which were not normally turned on, were empty.
Under the lights, everything seemed bleak and lonely.
My father is away, my mother is away. In the big and lively house that used to be, it was like being vacated by a sudden, and it showed a chill in the heart.
The home is still this home, but I don’t know when it started, and everything has changed.
There were subtle footsteps coming from the stairs, calm and rhythmic, gently, in this empty villa, a little pitiful movement was rekindled.
Lin Ya was wearing a white shirt, trousers outlined his figure, short hair was slightly messy, and his eyes were tired.
When she saw her, the expression on Lin Ya's face did not fluctuate. He took off his glasses and said calmly and lightly: "I'm back."
Lin Ke was squeezed by his heart.
This is Lin Ya, her brother.
From an early age, she worshipped him even more than their father.
She always likes to follow behind him, shouting at him with sweet glutinous voice, coquettish: Brother, hug!
At that time, he would always look back helplessly, hugging a girl who was not much smaller than him, still struggling but still willing to smile, just like picking a big baby home.
How good was that time.
Innocent, but simply living together, he is the elder brother, she is the younger sister, has the same pair of parents, bleeding the same blood.
Now, all of this seems to have not changed, but in the middle it looks like a bone-cold cage, separated by thousands of miles of frost, it is insurmountable.
Lin Kerou watched Lin Ya approaching step by step, as if the soles of his feet were covered with a heavy burden.
Depressing the soreness in the bottom of my heart, Lin Kerou knelt down under the stairs, his voice choked to nearly broken, "Brother, let him go for a lifetime, he has no threat to you, as long as you want, you can Save him."