General, cut off your sleeves!

The Song family has been busy trying to find a way to get Song Qian out these days, and the Song family didn't find a good time, so they didn't bother Mo Wanqing for the time being.

He is like a flat boat in the wind and rain, drifting and turbulent but exceptionally clean.

This day, the sun was just right, and the few pine trees in the yard had long been tired of looking at, and he didn't dare to walk around in the garden, so he could only wander around the yard.

Zou Jinchu went to court early in the morning, Mo Wanqing was able to stay in the yard honestly for the first two days, but on the third day he couldn't bear it anymore.Although he likes to practice knives, it's not a problem to practice every day. If he stays any longer, his body will grow hair.

There is also the master Zou Jinchu said would be found for him, because his busy official duties for the past two days have also been stranded, which made him even more bored.

He had thought it all over, and when Zou Jinchu came back later, he must talk to him carefully, and he had to let him go out tomorrow to get some air.

It's depressing to say the least, Zou Jinchu directly grounded him on the grounds of "rehabilitation", and even resisted to no avail, did he really raise himself like a baby?He doesn't care, if he doesn't agree today, he will dig it out.

Of course, he is not just for fun, but to find Boss Zhang.He had experienced the horrific consequences of breaking into Zhang's house that time, and after a while he still wanted to investigate.Because he heard that Boss Zhang was missing, which meant that he was not at Zhang's house!

If he was really infected, then he would definitely be able to find Boss Zhang.On the contrary, if he has not been infected, it will be fine if he can't find it.

To be honest, he was very puzzled about Boss Zhang's situation. He clearly sensed the insect egg smell on his body, but it disappeared when he chased him. Could it be that Boss Zhang didn't drink that bowl of tea?

Even though he was far away from the end of the world, many habits and instincts still remained in his bones, such as hunting down the sin ant and killing it.

In fact, Mo Wanqing never thought that this land was no longer what he swore to protect, but he still followed his instinct to destroy the sinful ants, because the sense of mission as a soldier was engraved in his bone marrow.

A sudden high-pitched flute sound interrupted his train of thought. He didn't know flute. It should be said that he had never heard the sound of flute. He just thought the sound was really nice and brought back memories of his long-ago hometown.

Before people thought about it, they chased after the source of the flute sound and walked over. Unknowingly, they walked through the screen wall and came to a quiet courtyard. There are modern flowers and trees planted in it, and they are filled in in order to cover the houses in the courtyard. looming.

The sound of the flute came from the depths, Mo Wanqing only knew that this place should not be the backyard, nor the garden, so he could go in.

Flowers and willows were scattered along the way, and Mo Wanqing, who poked his head out from the rockery, saw a small pond first, in which stood a few lotus bones, the pink and white color looked very beautiful.

The most amazing thing is the young man in white clothes in the stone pavilion in the middle of the pond, who looks familiar from a distance, is he the one who made the flute sound?

who is he?Why are you here?Suddenly a pair of smiling eyes flashed in his mind, could it be him?

Old man Li once said that it is impolite to interrupt someone playing music, and he is willing to stand there and listen to such a beautiful piece.

The cool breeze is blowing, and the young man in white not far away is blowing a beautiful tune, which is really enjoyable.Mo Wanqing simply leaned against the rockery and closed her eyes slightly, leaving only hearing.

The memories that he hadn't remembered for a long time were turned up, and he was still the helpless child in the orphanage in a trance.Because he looks like a girl, he is often bullied. Boys think that he is not masculine enough, and girls will not accept him.At that time, he was like a heretic. Even if the dean tried his best to help him, he was always wounded.

When he was young, he didn't know what to do, and he would speak with his fists when he was bullied, but he was often defeated by two fists.I still remember that once he was pressed and beaten by several children, and the leader of them, a yellow hair, yelled to take off his pants.

"Look at that monster's younger brother! Maybe it's a younger sister, hahaha."

So several children rushed over to pull his pants, Mo Wanqing became angry immediately, he didn't know where he got the strength to throw a boy away, who knew that the boy was directly knocked on the stone, and a lot of blood flowed out of his face at that time.

This frightened a group of monkeys, and they scattered one after another, while the child who was knocked bleeding by him lay on the ground and cried loudly, pointing at Mo Wanqing and complaining, "He killed people! He killed people!"

No one knows how children know about "killing people". You have to bear the consequences!"

The small black room is not easy to stay in, not to mention the darkness and starvation, the unfortunate thing is that it was originally said to be closed for one day, but because the dean had something to do, he forgot him, and three days had passed by the time I remembered...

When Mo Wanqing was finally released, he was half unconscious, without food and water, and no one knew how the little boy survived.

Later, the dean apologized for his mistakes and took more care of him than usual, but Mo Wanqing still suffered from claustrophobia since then, and the closed and dark space was like a beast to him.

Even if he became stronger later, he could not even fear the infected, but the fear still existed.As long as he is locked in a dark confined space, his spirit will be on the verge of collapse.

It is also because of this that the military has used this trick to deal with him later, which can not only prevent him from being injured, but also hit him well, and in the end it can be used as an excuse for "training".

That long and painful "training" was a memory he didn't dare to face directly. If the same choice is still in front of him many years later, he thinks that he will still do the same thing as when he was a child. The consequences that come, even if this consequence can make him live in pain for decades.

Stubbornness is a natural trait that cannot be changed.

"If the song makes you cry, it's my fault."

A clear and gentle voice suddenly rang in his ears, and Mo Wanqing realized that the song had long since ended, and it was the young man in white standing beside him.

"Young Master Zou."

He has already learned the way of greeting here, and there is no sense of disobedience in the gesture of clasping fists.

Zou Jinyuan was a little surprised to see Mo Wanqing here, he knew a thing or two about the young man's injury, why shouldn't he recover so well in such a short time?

"Is your injury okay?"

Mo Wanqing was taken aback, how did he know... "It's almost fine, it's fine for normal activities."

Zou Jinyuan raised his eyebrows, he recovered very quickly. Compared with his soft and weak appearance, the boy's physique is more like what a man should have.It was he who preconceived that the young man should be weak, but he didn't think that this was an extremely healthy cub.

For some reason, the gentle man in front of him bent his eyes, his gentle appearance was very different from his always stern-faced elder brother.He narrowed his eyes and asked, "What song did you play just now?"

Hearing this, Zou Jinyuan pointed to the flute with a light smile and said, "You like it? If you like it, why are you crying?"

Mo Wanqing nodded honestly, then shook his head again, "What you said is unreasonable, can't you cry if you like it? This song reminds me of many past events, and it's just a moment of emotion."

Now Zou Jinyuan was completely stunned, he played this song on a whim on a whim, he didn't expect it could arouse such emotions from the young man, which made him not know how to describe his complicated mood for a while.

Looking at the young man's slightly wet eyelashes, he suddenly had an idea, "Since it can evoke memories, why not call it 'Xiangsi'."

Just call? "It...doesn't it have a name?"

Mo Wanqing, who received an affirmative answer, was immediately regretful, but also delighted to discover the treasure.

The young man hesitated with a trace of unconcealable eagerness, which was very pleasant, and Zou Jinyuan waited for him to say, based on his intuition, that Mo Wanqing should have something to ask of him.

Sure enough, "Can I...can I learn this song from you?"

Learn what you like, then it can always be enjoyed for yourself.Although it is a musical instrument that he has never seen before and completely different from his previous experience, he still wants to learn it, even though this requirement may seem a bit abrupt to Zou Jinyuan.

Yes, he never worried about whether he would learn or not, he only worried about whether the other party would be embarrassed because of his request.

Unexpectedly, his chuckling voice came from above his head, "It's not difficult, as long as you are willing to learn, I will teach."

Zou Jinyuan thinks that he is relatively deep in the city, but it seems that many things can be simplified when he meets a young man. It is difficult to stand up against him. Maybe he is too simple?

That's right, Mo Wanqing gave people the feeling that he could see everything at a glance. To put it bluntly, he was no different from a piece of paper.Of course, his violent side has never been shown in front of Zou Jinyuan, so far he seems to be a good boy.

It just so happened that Zou Jinyuan was free, so he found a bamboo flute that he had used before, and taught him how to play the sound little by little.

One must know that playing the flute, which looks easy, may not even be able to play the sound at the beginning of learning. For example, Mo Wanqing is...

His face turned red, and he adjusted the position of his fingers on the flute several times. His palms were covered with sweat, but he could barely make an unpleasant short... noise.

"Air down, relax your shoulders, don't force your hands so hard, they will be crushed by you."

Saying that, Zou Jinyuan lightly exerted his hand, and Mo Wanqing's hand loosened unconsciously.He gritted his teeth and thought, he looks very weak, but his strength is not small, at least bigger than his!

"Pfft, take your time, I have been learning this for a long time."

I really can't bear the boy Bai Shengsheng's wrinkled face like a steamed stuffed bun. It's fun to look bitter and bitter, but I can't bear it.

In fact, from the time he let go of his hand just now, Zou Jinyuan discovered that the young man's strength is not small, and he should often use great strength, so it is inevitable that he will be at a loss when facing these delicate things.

"Wan Qing, playing the flute is a light job, the more nervous you are, the harder it is to play."

Mo Wanqing blushed, could he say that he blew so hard because he couldn't make a sound?You must know that he thought that the harder he blew, the louder the sound...

He coughed in embarrassment, promised to be good, lifted the thin tube and put it to his mouth again, and before he could brew his "Qi", a familiar call suddenly came from the other side of the rockery.