Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"What's wrong with me? You lost your memory. Ah...hahaha"

The boss patted him on the shoulder and said

"Mr. Mo, I've missed you so much. Ever since you left me that recipe, I've been constantly refining it. Now my taste isn't exactly cat-soil, but at least it's the best in this area."

The boss raised his head unconsciously as he spoke.

"I……"

The young man just looked up at him and was instantly pulled in.

"Come on, stop talking. I know you're craving this too, come on."

The boss immediately took out a basket of fish tail steamed buns.

“Try it now!”

"OK……"

The young man trembled as he picked up a steamed bun and slowly put it into his mouth.

“This tastes so delicious…”

At this moment, the young man's face is full of enjoyment.

"Haha, it seems you like this ultimate version very much. But thank you for this... Are you okay? Here, this is soy milk."

The boss was about to introduce the food happily when he saw the young man choked and immediately brought him a cup of soy milk.

"Eat slowly, I feel like you haven't eaten in a few days, Mr. Mo, eat slowly. Some interesting things have happened here recently, let me tell you about them..."

The boss saw that his food was too monotonous, so he sat down and chatted with him.

"Um……"

But the young man at this time was not listening to the boss, but enjoying the delicious food in front of him.

"Um...well, it seems you are really hungry."

"Madam, could you please bring me two more baskets of steamed buns? Oh, and a cup of soy milk!"

Seeing his expression, the boss silently ordered more dishes for him.

"Husband, there are more people here now, please come and help! Don't disturb Mr. Mo from enjoying his food."

The boss's wife came over and whispered in his ear

"it is good"

"Mr. Mo, come and ask me if you haven't eaten enough! I promise to make sure you have enough to eat and you are full, and it doesn't cost you any money."

The boss looked at him enjoying the food and walked away without waiting for a reply.

"Thank you... Why do I feel so familiar with this smell?"

The young man slowly shifted his gaze to the steamed bun in front of him.

"Is my name really Mo Yun? Why am I so scared of this name?"

The young man stared at the Shaomai in front of him and slowly fell into deep thought.

The young man was attracted by the familiar smell, his thoughts surged like a tide, and scenes gradually became clear in his mind.

He seemed to have traveled back to that warm afternoon, when the sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves and shone on the little girl's tender face. She was smiling like a flower and was spinning around him excitedly, calling "Brother, brother".

In my memory, the little girl always pestered him and asked him to make all kinds of delicious food.

And he was always happy to fulfill her wishes, especially when making this steamed bun, the tacit understanding and laughter between the two seemed to dispel all the troubles.

He remembered that he once gently scratched the tip of her nose and said with a smile, "Look, the steamed buns made by your brother are the most delicious in the world, aren't they?" The little girl would nod exaggeratedly, with admiration and happiness shining in her eyes.

At this moment, the shaomai in his hand was like a key, opening the door to his dusty memories. The young man couldn't help but feel his eyes moist.

"Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo, what's wrong with you? Is it because the food I made is so delicious that you cried after eating it?"

The boss came over, patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile

"I...yeah, it's delicious. I don't know why I just can't stop crying."

The young man didn't know why he couldn't stop crying.

"you"

"Sorry, boss, I lost my composure... I'll pay you right away."

The young man slowly took out the silver coin

“Give…ah—”

At that moment, a tearing feeling appeared in his mind again.

"Um, Mr. Mo, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

The boss saw that something was wrong with him and asked hurriedly

"Um... I'm fine. Thank you for your hospitality."

The young man covered his head and walked out slowly.

"Husband, what happened to Master Mo? He seems a little strange. Do you want to go and take a look?"

"No, ma'am. He does look a little strange, but this is not something we can interfere with. This is his own misfortune..."

The boss slowly walked back as he spoke.

"What is this...?"

"Mr. Mo, have you really lost your memory?"

The boss was standing on the windowsill on the second floor, watching him go away slowly.

……

The young man staggered out of the steamed bun shop with a splitting headache, as if thousands of needles were pricking his brain.

That voice, sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, is always with me, lingering forever.

He covered his head helplessly, staggered, and lost his way in the bustling streets.

After an unknown amount of time, he seemed to be drawn by an inexplicable force and came to the bank of this tranquil river.

The river gurgled and sparkled, reflecting the young man's pale and painful face.

He slowly knelt on the ground, slapping the water helplessly with his hands, splashing water, just like his chaotic mood at the moment.

"Who are you?" the young man roared, his voice filled with despair and unwillingness. "Why, why does your voice keep echoing in my mind? Who are you? What is the unfinished bond between us?"

The river breeze blew by, bringing a bit of coolness, but it also seemed to be trying to soothe the young man's restlessness and anxiety.

However, the voice did not disappear because of his shouting, but instead echoed more clearly in his mind. It seemed to be saying something, but it was so vague that the young man could not grasp its true meaning.

The dark shadow in my mind was like a nightmare, repeating those heart-wrenching words over and over again: "I am you, and you are me. You can never escape this fate, destiny man."

The young man's consciousness gradually became blurred, and he felt a powerful force tearing at his soul, making it impossible for him to breathe or think.

Finally, in endless pain and struggle, the young man slowly closed his eyes, lost his balance, and slowly sank into the depths of the lake.

The lake water was icy cold, yet it seemed no match for the despair and chill in his heart. His world was plunged into darkness, with only the shadow's voice echoing in his ears, like a curse, following him everywhere.

"Haha, am I going to die just like that? What is the meaning of my creation? Why don't I understand this world at all..."

The young man sank slowly to the bottom of the lake with a hint of reluctance.

"Don't you want to protect me anymore?"

An intimate voice slowly sounded in his ears.

"You're such a loser! So you're really willing to sink into such depravity! It seems I really misjudged you, Mo Yun."

The calm figure at the bottom of the lake suddenly trembled

"Man of destiny, so this is how you fulfill your destiny. Just stay here peacefully! Mo Yun. When you stop trying to change your so-called fate, he will once again lead your loved ones into the endless abyss..."

The young man suddenly opened his eyes, and through the lake he could see a figure in the sky.

"I don't know who you are, why do you keep slandering me like this... Since you keep calling me Mo Yun, then I'll be called Mo Yun."

At this moment, Mo Yun suddenly kicked out from the bottom of the lake and slowly floated to the shore.

Just slowly looking ahead

At this moment, one of the countless shackles in the young man's mind has been broken.