The cloud of twin glazed glass rises and falls for you

Chapter 158 The Tree Outside the Window
"Well, a family, regardless of you and me."

Yun Qi, when he heard Mo Liu say 'family', he immediately felt recognized.

Although Mo Liu did not explicitly say "I like you" or "I love you" to himself, in Mo Liu's eyes, he and her are already a family.

Those superficial words are not so important, as long as you have me in your heart and you in my heart.

"Okay, forget about my mouth." Inexplicably, another mouthful of dog food was stuffed.

The drone finally came to the window of Monet's room, because during the day, the curtains are drawn, so everything in the room can be seen carefully.

Mo Liu stared at the screen very seriously, "Where is Monet? Isn't he at home?"

"Yes." Xiao Qi turned the drone to one side, then zoomed in on the screen, and finally saw a certain figure in the corner.

It's Monet!
Mo Liu was wearing a thin blanket, sitting cross-legged on the carpet, holding a book in his hand.

It was too far away, and the title of the book could not be read clearly, but Mo Liu remembered that the outer shell of the book was a book he often read before, Dazai Osamu's "Disqualification in the World", the title of the book means: Lost the qualifications to be a human being.

Although Monet was holding a book in his hand, his eyes were dull, as if he was staring at everything, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He raised his eyes again, and his gaze hit the screen.

"Damn it, your brother must have discovered the drone!" Xiao Qi was so frightened that his hands trembled, and the screen also shook, "Is he so sensitive? He couldn't have learned from you! Xiao Xijiu !"

"No, he's looking at the tree outside the window." Mo Liu stared intently at Monet on the screen.

Monet's eyes are filled with too many things, helplessness and fear, longing and fear... But there is no hope, and it seems that there is nothing. What he looks at is only his own heart.

"Back?" After listening to Mo Liu's words, Xiao Qi turned the drone 180 degrees in one direction, and really saw the big tree Mo Liu was talking about.

"Is there something wrong with this tree? Did you plant it?" Yun Qi, who had been watching silently from the side, finally spoke.

"No, I don't have the patience to take care of flowers and trees."

"I think so, you can even raise a cactus to death." Xiao Qi shrugged, expressing that Mo Liu really didn't have much talent in raising plants.

"But..." Mo Liu narrowed his eyes, recalling the past in his mind, "Before, I used to sit on the top branch of that tree and watch the scenery.

Once, in the middle of the night, on a whim, I climbed up a tree to look at the moon. Because Monet didn't have the habit of drawing the curtains, he was seen by Monet who got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night in a daze. That time scared him.

Because I disappeared so quickly that time, he may not have seen it clearly, so the next day, he said excitedly at the dinner table that he thought he saw a fairy!
Maybe... He realizes now that it was me he saw at the time. "

"So, maybe, just like what you think in your heart, you may be the only one who can cure him."

Although there are several uncertain words in Yun Qi's sentence, Mo Liu is the most likely to be able to lead Mo Nai out of the current state.

Mo Liu didn't speak, and continued to read.

Xiao Qi also coordinated and adjusted the drone back to its original angle.

"Dong dong dong." Someone knocked on the door, but Monet acted as if he didn't hear it, still staying in his own world, his eyes still staying on the big tree outside.

"Young Master." The person who opened the door and came in was no stranger to Mo Liu. He was an old man who had stayed in Mo's house for a long time - Butler Chen.

"Young master, you only ate a little at noon today, you can't do it, come on, drink this cup of hot milk to nourish your stomach."

Butler Chen's voice was still the same as in memory, gentle and kind.

But Monet still didn't respond as if he didn't hear it.

As expected, Steward Chen was not frustrated by Monet's indifferent attitude, but turned around and gently patted Monet's head.

"Remember to call me if you have anything to do, um...then I'll go first."

From the moment Steward Chen entered the room to the time he left, Monet's expression didn't change much.

But shortly after Steward Chen left the room, Monet closed his eyes for a long time, his brows were furrowed, and he had a very painful expression for unknown reasons.

After a long time, Monet finally opened his eyes. With helpless and confused eyes, he looked up, down, left, and right in the room randomly, as if he was searching for something.

In the end, Monet's gaze settled on the hot milk on the table, which was the cup that Butler Chen had just brought.

As soon as the hand was loosened, the book in his hand fell to the ground naturally, and Monet stood up slowly, and the blanket on his body was also removed from Monet's body little by little.

Monet finally stopped at the table and picked up the cup of hot milk.

Just when everyone thought he was going to drink, there was a 'bang', and the cup fell to the ground, whether it was Monet's slippery hand or intentional.

Hot milk splashed everywhere, and some splashed on Monet's sockless instep.

But he didn't seem to feel the pain at all. During the whole process, he didn't move his feet, not even the convulsions that would be caused by pain.

Judging from his state of being able to walk just now, there is absolutely no problem with his two legs.

Then, there is only one possibility, that is, this is the expression of Monet's self-enclosed, so closed that he can't even feel the pain.

And Monet's next behavior completely confirmed Mo Liu's thoughts.

I saw Monet squatting down slowly, picked up a shard of glass, and held it in his hand, and the more he held it tighter, the more he held it tighter, blood dripped from his hand little by little, mixed in the pure white In the milk, it seems that a blood flower bloomed in the milk.

As the blood flowed out little by little, Monet's eyes slowly widened, as if he didn't want to let himself miss every hurting moment.

There was excitement, but also the fear of seeing blood.

"Master!"

Butler Chen was still downstairs telling everyone to pay attention to what needs to be done, and ran up immediately when he heard the noise upstairs.

Although he was getting older and his legs and feet were not so agile, it didn't take too much time to get to Monet's room, but it was still a step too late.

"Come on, bring the first aid kit!" Steward Chen yelled to the outside, and immediately entered the room.

Distressed, he slowly opened Monet's hand, afraid of hurting Monet, and took out the glass stuck in Monet's palm bit by bit.

It was probably not the first time I saw this kind of scene. From the fact that the maid came in quickly with the medicine box, it could be seen that the Mo family had medicine boxes everywhere.

As for why there is no medicine box in Monet's room...

(End of this chapter)