Let Go Of My Little Brother And Come At Me

What interrupted the conversation between the father and son was a knock on the door.

Chu Suiyun was not slow to accept the fact that his mother passed away, because he knew that anything could happen if his mother had been away for so long. It was also because he was forcing himself to be rational. Apart from this reason, there was no more reasonable explanation.

Before he had time to ask his father and the specific cause of his mother's death, Yu Ze knocked on the door of the study. The sound of "knocking" three times was quick and short, and the person who knocked seemed a little anxious.

After knocking on the door, Yu Ze said anxiously through the door: "Mr. Chu, Xiao Yu is gone."

One hundred meters away from the villa, on a bench, Chu Muyu was sitting there with his head bowed.

A cloud like thick ink drifted heavily from the sky, filled with a gust of wind and a shower of rain.

After overhearing Yu Ze talking on the phone just now, Chu Muyu ran out without thinking about anything. The whole body is only equipped with a new mobile phone given by my father. After walking for a hundred meters, he felt a little tired. On the one hand, he didn't know where to go, and on the other hand, it was because of the heavy pressure in his heart that it was difficult for him to move.

Chu Muyu never thought about the possibility of her mother's death. He was just ten years old when his mother left, and he believed whatever his father and elder brother said. When her father said that she divorced her mother, Chu Muyu simply hoped that her parents could reconcile.

Time is too cruel, Chu Muyu thought about it carefully, but found that her only impression of her mother was her gentle and pleasant voice. Because when he was a child, he fell asleep listening to his mother's voice every night.

A bone-chilling raindrop landed on Chu Muyu's face, awakening his thoughts. The cold rain in the deep winter didn't start too violently, but it already had the momentum to freeze the world.

Chu Muyu knew that she couldn't stay outdoors for a long time. When she ran out just now, she even forgot to put on her coat, otherwise she would freeze to death.

Do you want to go back?

Chu Muyu didn't want to go back. After he suddenly learned of the fact of his mother's death, he still didn't know how to face his father and brother. Brother should also be kept in the dark, right? Do you want to tell this cruel fact to your brother yourself?

Suddenly, the cold raindrops stopped hitting his head, and a figure appeared in front of Chu Muyu, and he slowly raised his head to look.

Shen Qingdeng stretched out his arms, and covered the top of Chu Muyu's head with the umbrella. His deep blue eyes were like ice born in this winter night, with a piercing chill, staring at the person in front of him.

"...Shen Qingdeng?" Chu Muyu called out Alpha's name somewhat unexpectedly.

Shen Qingdeng asked him: "What are you doing outside?"

The familiar voice and caring words became the last straw that broke Chu Muyu's emotions.

Omega's eyes were red, and then two lines of tears rolled down. Chu Muyu cried and said to Shen Qingdeng: "I'm so sad..."

Shen Qingdeng held up the umbrella, squatted down by himself, and looked up at Chu Muyu: "What's wrong, don't cry."

It was obviously comforting words, but he said them awkwardly and bluntly.

Chu Muyu didn't know how to tell Shen Qingdeng why he was sad, this was a too long story, and now he was crying so confusedly that he couldn't explain it.

So from Shen Qingdeng's point of view, Chu Muyu started crying when she saw her, and kept crying, as if she was sad because of herself.

Is it really because of yourself? Shen Qingdeng frowned.

Seeing Chu Muyu's thin figure wearing only a sweater, Shen Qingdeng came back to his senses, quickly took off his coat, and wrapped his arms around Chu Muyu to put it on.

Just when he was about to stop and come back, Chu Muyu suddenly hugged his waist.

The Omega's head was buried in Shen Qingdeng's chest, and the side of the head was pressed tightly against it. Shen Qingdeng stopped all movements, hesitated at last, and hugged him back.

"Can I go to your house?"

Chu Muyu raised his head, with rippling eyes, he asked eagerly.

He didn't know why he met Shen Qingdeng here, but the appearance of Alpha made him feel better, Chu Muyu wanted to escape from his father and brother temporarily.

Shen Qingdeng was silent.

Chu Muyu read a faint rejection from his silence, Omega frowned and asked: "Is it not possible?"

The raindrops were getting bigger and bigger, hitting the ground with a crackling sound. The umbrella was conveniently placed on the chair when Shen Qingdeng took off his clothes just now. Now that the two of them were hugging, they didn't bother to put up the umbrella again for a moment, and the raindrops fell on the two of them without hindrance.

Shen Qingdeng's voice seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of his throat, and he said, "Yes."

Shen Qingdeng's home is not close to Chutian's villa, to be precise, it is very far away. Chutian's villa is in the south of the city, but Shen Qingdeng's is in the north of the city, almost across the entire Shanlan city, and it took them both more than an hour by taxi.

An hour later, Shen Qingdeng stood at the door of his house, followed by Chu Muyu. Shen Qingdeng took out the key and was about to open the door, before he couldn't help but look back at Chu Muyu.

Chu Muyu showed a puzzled look. Shen Qingdeng said nothing, turned around and opened the door.

The scene in the room surprised Chu Muyu a little. He knew that Shen Qingdeng lived alone, so it might be a little colder, but he never thought that the furnishings in his house were so... simple.

There is no TV in the room, and there are no special storage cabinets. Many things are simply placed in cardboard boxes, which look like express delivery that has just been opened.

Shen Qingdeng felt a little cramped for the first time, and explained: "I didn't have time to clean up."

Having said that, in fact, Shen Qingdeng's house is not dirty or messy, but there are too few things, and everyone who comes here will be surprised for a moment.

"No, it's not messy at all." Chu Muyu waved his hand.

After entering the room, Chu Muyu felt uneasy about coming to someone else's house as a guest, and stood there not knowing what to do. Shen Qingdeng didn't immediately entertain the guests like a normal host, but walked quickly to the door of a room and closed the door.

After closing the door, Shen Qingdeng said to Chu Muyu: "You, sit down wherever you want."

Chu Muyu walked slowly to the sofa and sat down, took off the clothes she was wearing, and handed them to Shen Qingdeng: "Thank you."

Shen Qingdeng took the clothes, went back to the bedroom to put them away, came out after a while, and walked into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator, saw the only two bottles of mineral water left in it, thought for a moment, and then closed the refrigerator door with a bang.

Half a minute later, Shen Qingdeng came out of the kitchen and said to Chu Muyu, "I'm going downstairs to do some shopping."

The master was about to leave, and Chu Muyu felt uncomfortable being alone, so she stood up and said, "I'll go with you."

Shen Qingdeng hesitated for a moment, his eyes unconsciously fell on a door of a room, then he heard the patter of rain outside, and finally said: "No, it's raining, I'll be right back."

After saying that, Shen Qingdeng turned around and opened the door, and quickly disappeared through the door.

Chu Muyu had no choice but to sit down, put his hands on his knees, and looked around the whole room with some embarrassment.

There is nothing fancy about this room. Generally speaking, the items placed in a person's home more or less record the person's personality and experience, but it is difficult for Chu Muyu to tell his story from the furnishings in Shen Qingdeng's home.

Shen Qingdeng's house didn't have any decorations, let alone anything with commemorative value, only necessary furniture and electrical appliances, and it was too clean.

There is not even a TV, and the quiet room is uncomfortable. It's just that sitting on the sofa seemed a little silly, so Chu Muyu stood up and wanted to visit Shen Qingdeng's house on his own initiative.

Chu Muyu first walked into the kitchen, there was no pot on the stove, and there was a rice cooker on the stove. The condiments are simply salt, soy sauce, vinegar and a bottle of olive oil.

Chu Muyu opened the refrigerator and took a look, and found that it was empty, she couldn't help laughing, it turned out that Shen Qingdeng was in a hurry to go shopping because of this.

After closing the refrigerator, Chu Muyu came out from the kitchen. There is a space at the entrance of the kitchen. According to the layout of ordinary people, there should be a dining table here as a dining room, but there is no dining table in Shen Qingdeng's house, and a treadmill is used instead.

This treadmill has not been reduced to a clothes hanger, it seems that Shen Qingdeng uses it frequently.

There was nothing to see on the east side of the living room, so Chu Muyu walked through the living room to the door of the two rooms on the north side. These two rooms should be the master bedroom and the guest bedroom respectively, but Shen Qingdeng lives alone, so it is possible that the guest bedroom was used for other purposes.

Both doors were tightly closed, and there was a gap in the door of one of the rooms, but Shen Qingdeng closed it as soon as he got home, probably because he didn't want others to see it.

Is it because it's messy? Chu Muyu thought endlessly.

Since Shen Qingdeng didn't want to be seen, he should not open the door without authorization.

"Click", the sound of the key opening the door came.

Shen Qingdeng entered the room with some fast food and drinks, and saw Chu Muyu walking over.

Chu Muyu took the bag from the convenience store from him so that he could free up his hands to change his shoes. At the same time, Chu Muyu opened the bag and took a look at the contents, almost all of them were his favorite foods.

This kind of trivial matter can always make people feel ironic. Shen Qingdeng seems to be able to remember all the things he likes and dislikes. Even if he only mentions it occasionally, or even shows it unintentionally, he seems to be observing it all the time. Here, keep it in your heart.

For example, the caramel pudding in this bag is a delicacy that Chu Muyu only discovered a few days ago. Once he ate it, he couldn't stop eating it. He would buy it every time he went to a convenience store these two days.

I don't know when I mentioned this to Shen Qingdeng, how could he even know this?

Shen Qingdeng had already changed his shoes, and reached out to take the plastic bag. Chu Muyu took out the pudding from the bag before returning it to Shen Qingdeng.

Shen Qingdeng walked to the kitchen with the bag: "Have you eaten yet?"

Chu Muyu followed behind him, shaking her head: "No, what about you?"

"Me neither." Shen Qingdeng replied.

Chu Muyu followed into the kitchen, saw Shen Qingdeng take out the soup pot from the cabinet, and asked, "I'm not very good at cooking, can I eat dumplings?"

"Sure, I'm not very good at cooking either." Chu Muyu said embarrassedly.

Put water into the pot, turn on the fire to boil the water, Shen Qingdeng covered the pot, turned around, and finally remembered to ask Chu Muyu: "Why are you sitting outside and crying, what's wrong?"

Sadness flashed across Chu Muyu's eyes, and he simply told Shen Qingdeng everything. Even though he simplified the narrative as much as possible, he talked for a long time, until the water in the soup pot was almost boiled dry.

Shen Qingdeng quickly added another ladle of water into it.

"...That's it." Chu Muyu finished.

Shen Qingdeng didn't answer, he could feel Chu Muyu's sadness, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

The small kitchen suddenly fell silent, only the sound of gas and water tumbling in the pot could be heard.

The silence lasted for quite a while, before Shen Qingdeng suddenly said: "Then eat more dumplings, you will be happy when you are full."

Chu Muyu was taken aback for a moment, the tears that had rolled in his eyes because of the sad memories just now finally rolled down, but this time the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and while wiping away the tears, he complained: "You don't know how to comfort people at all."