Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

A few days later

Because of what happened in the past few days, Mo Zi has locked himself in his room for the past few days.

No one wanted to see it except my brother.

Ever since my mother Molan suddenly fainted last time, the air in the house seemed to have become a little tense.

When Mo Yun told Mo Zi the unexpected news - her mother was pregnant again - her reaction was like being hit by a sudden huge wave, and she instantly fell into a whirlpool of shock and complex emotions.

Mo Zi's eyes suddenly widened, and there seemed to be countless lights and shadows flickering in her pupils. It was the surging emotions in her heart looking for an outlet.

Her mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out for a long time, as if even her breathing had temporarily stopped. At that moment, time seemed to be stretched, and everything around her became blurry and distant.

Immediately afterwards, a complex emotion began to spread in Mo Zi's heart.

There was surprise, because she had never thought that a new life would come into the family; there was anxiety, because she was worried that the arrival of this new life would change her status in the family and the love she received;

There is loss, realizing that I will no longer be the only pampered little princess in the family;

There is also a subtle expectation, curiosity and desire for unknown life.

Her fingers unconsciously began to twist the corners of her clothes, which was a manifestation of unconscious tension and anxiety.

Her brow furrowed slightly, her eyes sometimes flickering with confusion, sometimes revealing a bit of determination and struggle. Her mood was like a leaf caught in a strong wind, spinning and drifting in the air before finally slowly falling to the ground.

Finally, Mo Zi took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She looked up at Mo Yun. Though tears still flickered in her eyes, she felt more resolute and relieved. She whispered, "Brother, I understand. I will try my best to be a good sister and wait for that little one to arrive."

……

Since learning that her mother was pregnant again, her younger sister Mo Zi's personality seemed to have changed quietly.

She became more taciturn than before, often sitting alone in the quiet pavilion in the backyard, her fingers gently plucking the strings of the guzheng. The melody was melodious but with a hint of imperceptible melancholy.

The sunlight shines through the sparse clouds and dapples onto the pavilion, adding a touch of warmth to the quiet scene.

However, this warmth did not seem to completely dispel the haze in Mo Zi's heart.

Sometimes her eyes gazed into the distance, as if looking for some answer; sometimes they lowered their eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, covering her eyes that contained complex emotions.

The sound of the guzheng flows through her fingertips, sometimes passionate, sometimes low, like her inner monologue, expressing uncertainty about the future and helplessness about the current situation.

Mo Zi seemed to be immersed in her own world, becoming indifferent to everything in the outside world. Even the things that once made her laugh had lost their appeal.

The family saw it all and was worried. They tried to communicate with Mo Zi, hoping to untie her knot, but they often only got a faint response or a smile, and behind that smile was a deep loneliness and solitude.

Mo Zi sat in the small pavilion, the melody of the guzheng gradually faded away, and her gaze inadvertently passed through the exquisitely carved window lattice and fell on the path in the distance leading to her mother's room.

The afterglow of the setting sun lengthened Xiaoyan's figure as he walked lightly towards his mother, holding a collection of poems that his mother loved. This scene, like a warm painting, quietly fell into Mo Zi's eyes.

A ripple appeared in her heart, a feeling that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

What was familiar to her was that she was well aware of her brother's deep affection for their mother; what was unfamiliar to her was that she had never realized so deeply that this care was so meticulous that it had almost become a part of his daily life.