After being beaten to death with random sticks: my brothers begged me to forgive me

Chapter 67 Despicable
Jiang Muge tilted his head and thought for a while: "Why?"

"If you can't see what you should see, you can't draw what you want people to see," he explained patiently, "but it's not just to see. The scene I see is more detailed and more accurate than the real one. The scene is even more bizarre, because he joined himself."

"No wonder," she flashed his masterpieces one by one in her mind, and couldn't help smiling, "I like those paintings."

Han Zhenlian on the opposite side suddenly fell silent.

The beam of light from the fire illuminated the rock wall indistinctly. They lay opposite each other on the straw couch, only the sound of the wind whistling in their ears.

She didn't know what he was thinking, when the fire light illuminated his cheek again, there was a rustling sound, and he turned his back.From afar, there was a faint smile.

Can't hear clearly.

"What I see, probably only those who hear me say these words can really understand."

"Ok?"

"Only you have heard me say this."

She was stunned: "About 'seeing' and 'painting'?"

"Yeah, I find it ironic. I think I can 'see', but after so many days, I still can't understand you. A relative who is often so vicious and rude that I want to kill him looks stupid and pitiful today."

A person who clings to power who will break the rules of Chunwei and get out of the car to treat civilians when he hears the call for help;
An unfaithful and unfilial person who is assassinated, but unwilling to kill indiscriminately with needles, and dives deep to catch his enemies;

A shameless person who has to try his best to abide by etiquette when he meets a man, and has a long chat with him.

Having experienced all kinds of things, everything about her is really difficult for people to understand.

Jiang Muge was silent for a while: "Master Han really wants to know, what happened back then?"

"I want to hear your explanation."

His voice was firmer than ever.

Since the night was still long, she had nothing to keep.She brought up a few of her encounters in the Han family over the years, but did not deliberately erase Han Momo's role in it.

Even if she knew it well, in Han Zhenlian's eyes, every time she said something wrong about Han Momo, she would be regarded as a choreographer and jealousy.

Han Zhenlian listened silently, and only replied: "I want to believe you."

Looking into the meaning behind these words, Jiang Muge should be sad.

Han Momo has been with the Han family for 12 years. Based on her own words, it turns out that the Han family, including Han Zhenlian, cannot be shaken.

Their kinship is not fragile.

When Han Zhenlian said "I want to believe it", it was just to show that the two of them were in trouble together tonight.

But unexpectedly, she quickly fell asleep.

A night without dreams.

When she woke up the next day, the first sentence that came to her mind was: You take your Yangguan way, and I take my single-plank bridge.

Most people in this world meet each other by chance, even if they were once close relatives, they will inevitably become strangers in the end.If someone wants to force them to stay, don't be afraid that they will end up in pieces.

Han Momo insisted on staying with the Han family, so she should bear the price she had to pay.

"Let's set off, cough, Master Han."

"What's wrong?" Han Zhenlian saw that she was covering her mouth, her face was flushed, and she stepped forward, "Cough?"

She slowly raised her arms, but her eyes went dark, and she fell down on the couch again.

The black hair was scattered behind her like a waterfall, making her skin paler and her cheeks more flushed.

Han Zhenlian immediately leaned over and put his hand on her forehead: "I still have a fever, so hot..."

He took off his dry shirt and covered her.

He tucked up the corner of her clothes for her.

He went to get the kettle, and in a panic, the fire shelf was almost knocked off.But he didn't pay much attention, and brought hot water to her, gently supported her shoulders, and fed her little by little.

When Jiang Muge was drinking water, he was very close to him.His silver hair flowed over, drowning with her long hair.

She knew that he hadn't even noticed that such an action was too intimate.

In the past, he would never have done this for her.

It's just that she fell heavily on purpose, exaggerating her fragility, which is particularly worrying.Extremely fragile, easy to confuse people's minds.

Very despicable.

But she needs to be mean.

"I'm much better, thank you Master Han," she tried to smile after drinking the water, "The most important thing is to get out of here as soon as possible."

Han Zhenlian paused: "Did you never know that you can't refuse other people's care when you're sick? Especially... from relatives."

Jiang Muge's eyes immediately showed loneliness: "No."

"I didn't mean that," he said immediately, "don't be so polite, I'm your big brother after all, and I should take care of you."

"It's okay, I'm a doctor, and I know what's going on with my body best." She couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly, pulled his sleeve, and pointed to the hole.

"Okay, brother, don't look at me, look outside. Let's go soon."

Han Zhenlian looked out along her fingertips in confusion.

Outside the cave is still blue sky, green grass, long river, empty and lonely, but her breathing brings a touch of warmth to his side: "I'm afraid your eyes look at me for too long...Master Han, brother, I'm afraid It's the last time I can call you that..."

He turned his head abruptly, but she had lowered her eyelids.

It was impossible to see the emotion in her eyes.

Jiang Muge covered his forehead, packed his things briefly, walked around behind Han Zhenlian, and put a robe on him.

The cyan fabric is crisp and tough.

She touched the shoulder, but it was inexplicably warmer.

Maybe it's temperature related.

The two remained silent, smashed the fire, and left the cave.

The moment the sky shines again, it feels like a world away.

Han Zhenlian raised his head, Jiang Muge lowered his head.

Among the green young spring grass, there is a little bit of black powder mixed in, gradually winding towards the direction where they fell into the water before.

She frowned slowly.

"What's wrong?" Han Zhenlian helped her up.

"On the ground," she gestured to him, pointing behind her, and whispered, "among those people, I'm afraid some of them have already woken up."

"Someone will definitely find it." He also lowered his voice.

"It should have been sown when we came over there yesterday. It's just that it was dark and we didn't pay attention. If their people really found the trace, hurry up..."

Han Zhenlian said in a deep voice, "They should have rushed over early this morning, they knew we were going to stay overnight."

The two knew each other's intentions, and a coldness flashed in their eyes.

(End of this chapter)