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A young man in white clothes bent down and let his sons fall into his arms, picking them up one by one. Seven-year-old children are not very light, but men can pick them up easily.

Shocked, he was lifted up and looked down. The ground was so far away that he could not help but wrap his arms around his father's neck. The big ball that was a step too late could only stick to his father's chest and glare at his younger brother.

He hugged his father's neck and leaned on his body, watching the different side of his face under the sunlight. He couldn't help but fall into a daze.

He was clearly a noble leader of a palace, but his clothes were always simple. The ink-like hair was even smoother and denser than a mother's. It was simply tied up with a white ribbon, making it unspeakably beautiful. The lips of the usually unsmiling face curled up slightly, revealing an incomparably gentle smile. On the side, the incredibly straight nose bridge and curling eyelashes added more gentleness to this smiling face. "However, those beautiful eyes were as usual cloudy and grey, as if they were a ball of fog that could not be wiped away, without joy or sadness.

The beautiful woman looked at her husband, stood up and walked over, then looked at the young man beside him and smiled gently, "How is it? Is the mechanism fun? "

Thirteen years old was already a bit taller than the two of them combined. He looked away from his second brother, who was making faces at him, and replied to his mother, "It's not like this is the first time. It's not as fun as it used to be."

The youngster threw the cricket to the side and jumped up. He then pulled out a ball from his father's bosom and stuffed it into his brother's hands. He then raised his head and asked with shining eyes, "Father, tell me quickly. Am I the best this time?"

The man looked at his empty arm, then looked at his three stunned sons. His face was helpless, but he couldn't muster up any anger. "Yes, you're number one again."

The beautiful woman who was about to reprimand him suddenly froze when she heard him, not caring about how angry she was anymore. "Really? An examination together with Xiu'er and the rest? "

The man looked at his second son who was overjoyed. His smile faded as he nodded, "This time around, there are only three puppets in the assessment. Xiu'er and Ying'er will each have one." In terms of quality, their two puppets weren't too far apart from each other. Both of them were infinitely close to perfection. "But …"

The beautiful woman naturally understood her husband's intentions, but she was not happy. On the contrary, she seemed a little worried. "Just like how you were back then, you were able to create a perfect puppet a year or two earlier."

The man continued to look at his second son, chase him, and then look at his four sons who were fighting in a ball. He had an indescribable emotion in his eyes as he said, "No, if there was no conflict, then if he was able to calm his heart and be a puppet like me, his achievements would probably surpass mine."

The beautiful woman's eyes were full of wounds. "But …"

The man took her by the shoulders and gently brushed the hair on her forehead with his fingers, allowing her to go with him to look at his laughing son: "Believe me, I will be prepared in advance. With me here, nothing will happen to them. "

The beautiful lady smiled sadly, "But they can't do without you."

The man smiled. "How can that be? Aren't you still with them? "

The youngest son threw himself on his mother's lap and was picked up by her. The beautiful lady murmured in a low voice as her answer reached the ears of the ignorant child, "If you want to die, how can I live on my own?"

Although he was already in his thirties, his palm was still as white and tender as spring onions. In his palm, he was still holding the recently embroidered bag. There were a few butterflies flying in the early summer season embroidered on the front of the light green bag. On the back of the bag, there were four elegant words, "Hold Jin Huaiyu".

A gentle and tolerant father, a gentle and virtuous mother, a brother who was very similar to his father in temperament, a second brother who was talented, but also loved to bully others, and a third brother who was obviously only two hours older than him and had always pretended to be his brother …

The blue sky, the soft grass, the fluttering butterflies.

Once geometry, I had such a beautiful home!

Mother cried and shook her head desperately in her father's arms, holding on to his sleeve and refusing to let go. In the end, her father pushed her away, not even sparing his son a glance before leaving in large strides.

Looking at his mother crying on the ground, and his father who had left the house, the eight year old children struggled desperately. They wanted to hug their father's legs, then be lifted up high as usual, tilted their heads to look at their father's face and eyes, and imagine what they would look like when they grew up.

However, the two brothers held on to them, not moving at all. His big brother's hands were trembling, but it was very gentle. Even if he bit his arm, blood would still seep out from his white clothes. He did not use any strength, lest it hurt him.

The second brother didn't have his usual heartless smile. Perhaps he was trying to scare him by saying with a straight face, "Don't cry anymore. I'm so annoyed by crying. Do you believe that I won't tie you up?" He then took off his clothes, tore off strips of cloth with his bare hands, and tied him up into a dumpling. After that, he slammed the door shut, isolating his father, who had lost his figure, his weeping mother, and the emptiness outside.

The only sound came from Big Brother as he said in a low voice, "Second Brother, don't scare them anymore."

"I just don't want them to die," said Second Brother. He had never heard of such a terrifying threat. Second brother, he would never say the word "die" when he was trying to scare us … Never.

The eldest brother stood up and stopped in front of the second brother.

A fourteen year old big brother, he was a full head taller than a twelve-year-old second brother. His second brother was already exceptionally tall in his eyes, but in front of his eldest brother, he still looked like a child.

They were quarrelling. His second brother had been sneering from beginning to end, but his eldest brother had a weak and sorrowful feeling in his throat. The two brothers who were still too young looked on dumbfoundedly, unable to understand what they were saying at all.

Second Brother opened his palm, yet there was not the slightest tremble.

His elder brother's fists were clenched tightly, trembling so hard that it seemed as if he would collapse at any moment.

His father had said that the puppeteer's hands should always be stable, even in the face of death. His eyes were misty, but he seemed to be talking about his past.

Mother once said that your second brother was born to be a puppet master, just like your father. Her eyes were empty, filled with sadness and lament.

His parents' words were somewhat clear, but they were also completely oblivious.

Second Brother had already seen the end of his father's life, but he still forced himself to remain calm as a puppeteer.

Perhaps his big brother saw more than his second brother, much more, but his hands exposed his trembling heart, making him unfit to be a puppet master.

What was a puppet master?

To this day, he still had not received an answer.

Mo Zhike slowly struggled out of his memories and woke up. He found himself leaning against a tree and sitting on the ground. The hand holding the bag was shaking uncontrollably. The autumn wind at dusk was blowing and stinging his cheeks because he was already crying.

At the age of 20, he cried because of a vague memory. At the age of 12, his second brother was able to remain calm even in the face of death.

In the midst of his tears, Mo Zhike struggled to open a piece of paper with her fingers. It was folded randomly, and there wasn't even a neatly folded piece of paper. There were only a few words on it:

"Puppets have no hearts, but humans have hearts. How could a man of his heart endure loneliness? The most qualified puppets were merciless, while the most excellent puppeteers were heartless. If a person did not have a mind, how could they be different from dead things? How is your third brother's heart different from a dead thing? "

The handwriting was not very good, but it was not perfunctory. Every word was like an exquisite puppet under the hands of a puppeteer, devoid of any flaws.

This letter was clearly written in tears of blood. The other letter, which was extremely thick and neatly folded, was probably written by Lu Sobbing.

Mo Zhike did not have the courage to look at the letter again. He did not have the courage to look at the letter written to him by the brother who was like the shadow of his father, the elder brother whom he admired the most.

Gongzi stood there quietly, watching the bright sky get the golden color of dusk, and then slowly sinking into darkness. He did not speak, or even move, for fear of disturbing Mo's cough.

The reason why Gongzi Gui wanted to come over in tears of blood was because he knew that Mo Zhike's knot in her heart had yet to be untied.

"Second brother told me to go home, so I went home." This reason was too far-fetched.

After eight years of living, there was still the ignorance of swaddling, the staggering places of childhood, after twelve years of oblivion, how many were left in Mo Zhike's heart?

For Mo to stop coughing, there was no concept of "home". Puppet Palace wasn't like his home.

Mo Zhike was the younger brother of Tears and Blood, the younger brother who was related by blood and had the same warm memories and deep-seated hatred. It was not a chess piece that could be left to fend for itself if placed in the most suitable place.

He couldn't force his younger brother to do something he didn't want to.

It reminded him of the past that he could not bear to remember, it reminded him of the past that hurt his heart. Although it was just as cruel, at least it gave him a choice and granted him his wish.

Mo Zhi was most afraid of forgetting his loved ones, and never to see them again.

What Mo Zhike hated the most was being the son of a man, not being filial and being able to take revenge.

Tears and blood had concealed twelve years of his hatred, as well as twelve years of pain and suffering. Now, she even gave him the qualification to take revenge, giving him a heavy burden that could crush both of his shoulders.

Let him know that his home and his family were still there. The heavy pain on his shoulder was the hatred that would never be forgotten once it melted into his blood. If he did not avenge this enmity, he swore he would not feel at ease.

Mo Zhike suddenly laughed. Tears rolled down his face, but he actually laughed.

Even though he was sad, he no longer hesitated.

He once again wrapped these three items in a cloth and carefully put them away in his bosom. Afterwards, he stood up and looked at Gong Tianqiao, "Can you help me deliver something to big brother?"

Gong Tiexin looked a bit apologetic. "I can't contact Eldest Young Master."

Mo Zhi asked, "What about second brother?"

Gongzi replied, "Yes, Second Young Master."

Mo Zhike asked, "Then can you help me give something to second brother? And let him give it to Big Bro. "Remember, hand it over to second brother personally."

Gong Tianxiong kneeled down once again, "Your subordinate will not disappoint you."

Mo Zhi nodded his head, whistling to the horse that was digging through the dead grass for a piece of tender vegetables. He took off a box with several layers of locks on its body and passed it to Gong Jue, "I believe your martial arts are better than mine at keeping it safe."

Gong Tianxiong received it with both hands, "Thank you for your trust, Young Master." He carefully inspected the size of the box, took a deep breath, and formed a hollow in his chest, creating a place in his chest where he could put the box.

Mo Wuji stopped coughing and looked at Gong Tianyi, who looked exactly the same as before, "Aren't you uncomfortable using the Bone Shrinking Art like this?"

Gong Du replied nonchalantly, "It's alright, I'm used to it."

Mo Wuji stopped coughing and put away his grief. He put on a smile and waved the dry rations in his hand, "Two?"

Gongzi said, "Just one piece."

Mo Zhike took the biggest piece and threw it to him, then she looked at the moon in the sky, her eyes shining, "We'll be home in two days."

Gong Tianleng smiled and continued, "Fourth Young Master, don't forget to bring along that part of my homesickness?"

Mo Zhike looked at him in surprise, seeing him looking at her with a smile. The smile on his face widened, "Of course, I will."