On the morning of the weekend, Mu Xiaoke got up very early. The order he had taken before hadnât been made yet. He just made a glass of milk and drank it for breakfast.
In the living room, there is his work station, with various tool boxes neatly arranged on it, as well as his motherâs notes and materials that she left.
Luo Jiamingâs friend bought a hairpin. It is said that she is going to the Comic-Con in her hanfu[1]Â next weekend, and she is short of accessories above her head.
Mu Xiaoke was not too proficient in making hairpins, and he was not satisfied with a few of them. Looking at the photos of hanfu sent by the girl, the Ming Dynasty styled dress with the main colors of red and black is very imposing and dignified, and almost none of the new materials he bought at hand can hold down the color of the clothes.
After thinking for a long time, he opened the box of materials left by his mother. This box was like a treasure chest when he was a child. Looking at it now, it is more than that. It can be regarded as a small art display box.
The hairpins styled in the Ming Dynasty were carefully placed in a row. He put them under the table lamp to observe them one by one. One of the most eye-catching is a pair of antique golden phoenix hairpins. The Golden Phoenix on this pair of golden phoenix hairpins is lifelike and fluttering. The tail feathers seem to be similar in shape but not exactly the same. The hairpin body is also a meandering snake shape. It seems to have no rules, but the actual lines are smooth and composed.
This pair of golden hairpins was made by his mother. He still remembers that in order to make the most perfect model of the Golden Phoenix, his mother did not leave the studio for nearly a month.
He pondered for a moment and began to make his own hairpin.
After an unknown period of time, his cell phone rang suddenly, and his hands shook in shock. The hot melt gun touched his fingertips, and the scalding pain made him gasp.
But the phone was still ringing persistently, and he could only put away his tools to answer the phone.
The video call turned on, and it was Mu Kai, his older brother.
âI sent you more than ten messages, why didnât you reply to any of them? Where are you, are you at home, Iâm going to look for you.â
Mu Xiaoke put the phone on the phone holder and started sign language, âI was busy and didnât notice it.â However, Mu Xiaoke didnât have much apologetic expression on his face, which could be clearly seen by Mu Kai on the opposite side.
Mu Xiaoke didnât hide his cold face, âDo you have anything else, I have something to do.â
âWait, Mu Xiaoke!â
âWhat do you want, you have been so nonchalant to me since the summer vacation, is it because of Fu Jiayun?â
Mu Xiaoke shook his head decisively, âYou misunderstood, it has nothing to do with others.â
âThen it has something to do with me. Is it because Fu Jiayun and Rong Yanzhe both gave me cakes that day, but you know, I can give it to you. I donât care about them. What I care about is you. You are my younger brother. We are close brothers. We should not be strangers to outsiders, didi[2]â¦â
Mu Kaiâs words are meaningless. At least it makes no sense on Mu Xiaokeâs side. What cake, what outsider, what close brothers, suddenly the hat of paying more attention to a lover than friends is put on his head. The loop goes back to the day he just came back from rebirth. Mu Kai said that he fell out with his family for a cake and even ran away from home?
âI donât care about them, nor do I care about the cake. Older brother, you misunderstood me. I just want to be alone. I donât like the excitement.â
âYou are spouting nonsense, how could you not like the excitement? You almost got lost in order to follow us to watch the fireworks. I was the one who found you throughout the night. Have you forgotten?â
Mu Xiaoke really wanted to roll his eyes. He really wanted to say that he had almost forgotten these things, because later, his brain was not very well. Almost all the things he could remember were how they tomented him, and the memories about them were his own pain and tears.
It turned out that Mu Kai still cared about him ahâ¦
But so what, he didnât want to remember those good things, he didnât want to be soft-hearted, and he didnât want to throw himself into the pit of fire again. Mu Xiaoke contemplated for a moment, then gestured to Mu Kai: âI hate them.â
Mu Kai couldnât believe what heâs seeing. He even wondered if he hadnât used sign language quite much in the past two years and had forgotten the meaning of sign language. Mu Xiaoke hated them, who did he hate, Rong Yanzhe and Fu Jiayun?!
âWhat are you babbling about, have you forgotten the reason why you applied for senior high school?â
âJiayun wouldnât want to see you say this, Xiao Ke, whatâs the matter with you?â
âI donât know.â Mu Xiaoke lowered his face coldly, âI just want to study well now so that I can find a job to support myself in the future.â
âWhat job are you looking for!â Mu Kai reprimanded him angrily, âCanât I feed you? Donât tell me, Dad wonât care about your life?â
Yes, you all donât care about my life. You only care about your own life. I didnât get any help from you until I died. You let me die alone in Rongâs house. I dare not forget.
âDad raised me for so many years, and Iâm grateful.â
Mu Xiaoke bowed his head and hung up the phone.
Mu Kai looked at the blackened screen of his phone, feeling uneasy, especially with Fu Jiayun beside him.
Mu Kai saw Fu Jiayunâs face darkened. This was an expression he had never seen on Fu Jiayunâs face.
âWhat did Xiao Ke say⦠He hates me?â
Mu Kai was speechless, âHe⦠he is a child who loses his temper. He has liked to pester you since he was a child. Have you forgotten that before he took the senior high school entrance examination, he chased you and said that he wanted to be in the same school with you.â
Fu Jiayun clenched his fists, âIs he blaming me for being mean to him before, I⦠I didnât mean it, heâs clearly no longer angry.â
âIâll go find him.â
Mu Kai hurriedly grabbed him, âDonât go, he may still be angry now. Let him calm down, weâ¦We will wait for him and go to him next week. He wonât have an indefinite grudge with us.â
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