Chapter 71 The First Brother (35)

The study room once again returned to the quietness before, and there was a sudden silence, as if telling Mingxi that everyone outside had left.

Hearing the sound of footsteps outside gradually fading away and gradually disappearing, it must have left, Ming Xi continued to crawl by the door for a while to make sure that no sound could be heard outside.

Little by little, he pushed open the door made of the book wall, and then remembered the portrait that he had opened before. He turned around and tidied up the painting. After restoring the previous position, he made sure that Mu Song would not come in and notice it. Mingxi Only then did he leave the dark pavilion.

But when the door was pushed open by Ming Xi again, a figure appeared in front of Ming Xi, blocking Ming Xi's footsteps of leaving.

How could Mingxi have thought that Mu Song was standing in front of the door at this very moment.

"What are you doing in my study?" Mu Song blocked the only exit, it's not worth asking Mingxi to retreat, but he can't leave.

"If I say, I'm just curious, would you believe me?" Mingxi's heart was pounding, his hands and feet were flustered and he didn't know what to do, he hid behind his back secretly, as if he had done something wrong.

Mu Song raised his eyes and looked behind Mingxi, at the dark cabinet with the door open, the portrait inside was so blatantly hung on the wall.

"I believe."

"No, I can..." Ming Xi froze there, thinking that he didn't believe it, but in the end he believed it, what did he believe, he believed that he had a ghost?
"???"

No, why this answer?

Mingxi panicked even more, and didn't know what to do, "Listen to my explanation, I didn't intend to touch your things. A maidservant sent a message earlier, saying that you want me to come to the study."

"The reason why I'm here is because I came in by accident. Me, I'll get out right away." Ming Xi wanted to go out, but Mu Su, who was standing in front of him, was still motionless.

This is the rhythm that clearly does not intend to let Mingxi go.

"Is there nothing you want to ask?" Mu Sui meant the matter about Mingxi's portrait behind him.

"Would you say it if I asked?" Ming Xi was very surprised, but he didn't expect Mu Song to pick this up by himself.

What does he mean by that?
"How do you know that I can't say it." Mu Song carried Mingxi out of the inside, walked to the desk, put him on the desk and waited
For Mingxi sitting on the desk and being imprisoned in Mu Suone's arms, let alone retreat this time, bad things will happen in the next step.

Ming Xi was almost familiar with this matter in his last life.

No, why the behavior of the two is exactly the same.

D.

Ming Xi really didn't know what to do, he just felt that he should not be vain now, he had to be confident, and he should question him by himself.

After all, what is his intention to hang a woman who looks like himself in his study room!

"She, who is she?" Mingxi was mainly offended by this dangerous posture.

"The reason why you are like me now is because my appearance somewhat resembles hers?" Ming Xi put his hands on Mu Song's chest, preventing the dangerous distance between the two of them getting closer.

"It's not resemblance, you are her." Mu Song caressed Mingxi's face, not caring about Mingxi's dodge, but stayed and rubbed between his eyebrows and eyes for a moment.

Ming Xi's eyes widened in horror, what does he mean by this, could it be that he has a memory and knows who he is?
Why didn't Si Ming Xingjun notice the abnormality, and didn't find that there was something wrong with Mu Sulfone now.

"What, what do you mean?" Mingxi leaned back in panic because of Mu Suone who was getting closer, and grasped the edge of the desk.

Mu Song just looked at Ming Xi with deeper and deeper eyes, his thin lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something, but he gave up again after pondering the words for a long time, just kept looking at Ming Xi like this.

He also dreams like an ordinary person, but since he was a child, only one person will appear in his dreams, and the surrounding scenery behind him will change every time, except for her.

He was still young at that time, and he didn't know who this woman who repeatedly appeared in his dreams was and why she appeared in his dreams.

It's just that no matter how close I am, how much I want to see who the person in front of me is, I will forget it when I wake up.

The 20-year haunting dream is no longer the same as before.

In the dream, her glances and smiles are so clear, deeply engraved in the bottom of my heart, every time I wake up from the dream and want to recall her appearance, it is so blurry.

Day after day, year after year, I drew it, but I couldn't draw a picture of her appearance. I sketched many faces, but I knew in my heart that it was not her.

He secretly ordered people to look for the woman in his dream everywhere, but because he couldn't draw the face, he didn't know where to find it.

Until one day, the self in the dream is no longer a bystander, he seems to have entered the body of one of them.

He is completely out of the control of his own consciousness, but he can clearly see the face of the woman in front of him who has haunted him in dreams for decades through his eyes.

Just as he had imagined, she was as beautiful as she had imagined. She was so beautiful, she was unparalleled in the world.

She was dressed in a red gauze dress that seemed to be revealing but not revealing, and a pair of peach blossom-like eyes were eagerly looking forward, with a touching blush after a love affair, and she looked drunk but not drunk.

Half lazily, she had long jet black hair hanging loosely, leaning on the beauty's bed.

The dots of red marks on the skin and the flushed skin after the affair are all included in the painting by myself.

The self in the dream was lingering with her day and night, and after waking up from the dream, there was a kind of panic like panic, as if something very important had been left in her heart.

Until that day in the winter, when the snow was falling, he saw her hiding under the jade butterfly plum tree.

The missing piece in my heart was finally filled.

His whole body and mind almost passed his unresponsive head at that time, and kept shouting, it was her.

"Grow up quickly, I have been waiting for five full years." Mu Song put one arm around Mingxi's waist to prevent Mingxi from falling on the table.

Ming Xi didn't realize Mu Su's sudden change, what did he mean.

"I'm not her." Ming Xi pretended to be angry. No wonder when the two met for the first time, what Mu Song said to him turned out to be that he was a substitute for the person in the painting.

"No, you are her." Mu Song shook his head, kissed Ming Xi's forehead, and comforted him.

After seeing Mingxi at the beginning, Mu Song almost thought he was hallucinating, and then went to Mingxi again to make sure of something carefully.

Later, when I calmed down and thought about it, I thought it was just a moment of insanity that I had been searching for for so many years but couldn't find it.

Until Mu Suone saw the small mole under Mingxi's earlobe, it was right below the earlobe, not above it.

Only that point is right in the center.

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PS: I have been thinking about what is wrong with my essay and why it is so deserted.

(End of this chapter)

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