It's extremely rare for a man to take care of a woman to such an extent. It's almost like holding it in his hand for fear of falling, and holding it in his mouth for fear of melting.
But Xiang Yi was born as delicate and fragile as porcelain, not as solid as Siyu nor as strong as Yueru.
A lifetime is so long, parents will grow old, brothers and sisters will have their own spouses in the future, and they may have children in the future.
It is also a kind of luck to have someone who cares and remembers each other so attentively and meticulously for a lifetime.
Mo Chengyue picked up the Langhao brush again: "In a few days, there will be the horse racing and Cuju competitions twice a year, and Xiang Yi will bring her sister-in-law with her.
Also, please go back and tell your son, let your son give up his life to accompany the gentleman, and take time out of his busy schedule to accompany me, so as to save me from being alone, mixed with those young people, It seemed out of place..."
Hearing this, the servant happily left the Mo residence and returned to the courtyard to return to his orders.
After finishing the urgent matter in hand, Mo Chengyue got up and left the meeting room, pacing to find Xiang Yi who had been shutting herself in the courtyard for the past few days.
Pushing open the courtyard door, I heard my sister, who has always been good-tempered, lose her temper rarely: "Didn't you say, don't come in and disturb me if you have nothing to do, you can only come in when I tell you to come in."
Xiang Yi is sitting on the swing in the courtyard, with his back to the courtyard door, his head resting on the swing frame, half-tilted, looking at the magpies on the treetops...
Mo Chengyue raised her hand to close the courtyard door, with her hands behind her back, she approached Xiang Yi step by step: "Why, even brother can't come in?"
Hearing Mo Chengyue's voice, Mo Xiangyi jumped off the swing, turned around, and saw Mo Chengyue standing behind him.
Mo Chengyue has a gentle face, sculpted eyebrows and handsome eyes, smiling slightly at her, with a warm voice: "Who is so daring to make our Xiangyi angry, that Xiangyi didn't even go to the hall for breakfast?
Father and mother have already left the mansion to play, and I will be the master of this mansion for the time being, whoever dares to bully us to remember each other, my brother will uphold justice for you and cut off his head. "
Mo Xiangyi lowered his head guiltily, and said in a low voice: "I'm not angry, it's just that I feel a little unwell these days, so I didn't go to the hall to eat.
Anyway, there is a small kitchen in the yard, I'm afraid I'll make you sick. "
The smile in Mo Chengyue's eyes deepened, "Oh, it turns out that Xiang Yi was ill, and he was ill for three days. I, as a brother, only realized that I really didn't fulfill my responsibility as a brother. What a shame to you. out of concern."
Mo Xiangyi coughed a few times, "It's nothing serious, it's almost healed, my brother takes care of everything every day, so don't worry about it, and there is a doctor in this mansion, I just need to rest for a few days and I'll be fine."
There was a faint smile on the corner of Mo Chengyue's lips: "It's been cool these few nights, and it's autumn again, so it's hard to avoid catching cold easily. Not only are you sick, but there are people who are more sick than you."
"Who?" Mo Xiangyi didn't know, so there were people coming and going in the mansion, and he didn't hear that anyone else was sick.
"Of course it's Brother Fusheng." Mo Chengyue focused on Mo Xiangyi for a moment: "I'm curious why Brother Fusheng didn't come to Mo Mansion for several days, and today I finally ran into the servant next to him.
I heard that brother Fusheng was ill for three days, there was no medicine and stone, and no antidote could be found, even Siyu was helpless against his illness..."
Xiang Yi was stunned for a moment: "What kind of illness did Brother Fusheng have, he was fine a few days ago, why did he suddenly become ill?
And... still so sick. "