Chapter 13

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On weekend mornings, Mu Xiaoke woke up very early, and the orders he had received before had not yet been completed. He just made a glass of milk and drank it as breakfast.

    In the living room is his workbench, neatly arranged with various tool boxes, and his mother left notes and materials.

    Luo Jiaming's friend bought a hairpin. It is said that he will be wearing a Hanfu for a show next weekend, and he is short of accessories on his head.

    Mu Xiaoke is not too proficient in making hairpins, and he is not satisfied with doing a few. Looking at the photos of Hanfu sent by the girl, this red and black Ming-made dress is very elegant and dignified, and the new materials he bought hardly can hold down the color of the clothes.

    After thinking for a long time, he opened the material box left by his mother. This box was like a treasure box when he was a child, but now that he looks at it, there is nothing less than it, it can be regarded as a small art display box.


.Ming-made hairpins were carefully placed in a row, and he placed them under the lamp to observe them. Among them, the most striking is a pair of antique golden phoenix hairpins. The golden phoenixes on the golden phoenix hairpins are vivid and fluttering about to fly. The shape of the tail feathers seems to be similar but not exactly the same, and the hairpins are also serpentine and serpentine. There are no rules, but the actual lines are smooth and dignified.

    This pair of golden hairpins was made by his mother. He still remembered that his mother had not left the studio for nearly a month in order to make the perfect model of Jinfeng.

    He pondered for a moment, and began to make his own hairpin.

    After an unknown period of time, his cell phone rang suddenly, his hands trembling with shock, the tip of the hot melt gun got on his fingertips, and the burn pain made him gasp.

    But the phone was still ringing perseveringly, so he could only put his tools in to answer the phone.

    The video call turned on, and it was his brother Mu Kai.

."I have sent you more than a dozen messages, why don't you reply to them? Where are you, are you at home, I'll look for you."

    Mu Xiaoke put the phone on the phone holder and started using sign language, "I'm busy, I didn't notice." However, Mu Xiaoke didn't have much apologetic expression on his face, which was clearly seen by Mu Kai on the opposite side.

    Mu Xiaoke did not hide his cold face, "Are you still okay? I'm going to be busy."

    "Hold on, Mu Xiaoke!"

    "What do you want to do? You have been treating me so lukewarm since the summer vacation. Is it because of Fu Jiayun?"

    Mu Xiaoke shook his head decisively, "You have misunderstood, it has nothing to do with others."

."Then it has something to do with me, because that day Fu Jiayun and Rong Yanzhe both gave me cakes, but you know, I can let you, I don't care about them, I care about you, you are my brother , We are brothers, we should not be alienated for the sake of outsiders, brother..."

    Mu Kai's remarks were endless, at least on Mu Xiaoke's side, they were very nonsensical, what cake, what outsiders, what kind of brothers, did they suddenly put the hat of heavy color and light friend on his head? Wandering around and back to the day when he was just born again, Mu Kai said that he broke up with his family for a cake or even ran away from home?

    "I don't care about them or cakes. Brother, you misunderstood me. I just want to be alone. I don't like the excitement."

."You are talking nonsense, how could you not like the excitement? You almost lost it in order to follow us to watch the fireworks. I found you all night, have you forgotten it?"

    Mu Xiaoke really wanted to roll his eyes. He really wanted to say that he had forgotten about these things, because after that, his mind was not so good. The things he can remember are almost how they tortured him. Their memory is that he cried in pain.

    It turns out that Mu Kai still cared about him...

    But what about that, he didn't want to remember those good things, he didn't want to be soft-hearted, and didn't want to throw himself into the fire pit again. Mu Xiaoke pondered for a moment, and gestured to Mu Kai: "I hate them."

    Mu Kai couldn't believe his eyes, and even wondered if he had forgotten the meaning of sign language in the past two years. Did Mu Xiaoke hate them, hate anything, hate Rong Yanzhe and Fu Jiayun? !

."What nonsense are you talking about, did you forget who you did when you reported to high school?"

    "Jia Yun wouldn't want to see you say this, Xiao Ke, what's wrong with you?"

    "I don't know." Mu Xiaoke coldly said, "I just want to study hard and find a job to support myself in the future."

    "What kind of job?" Mu Kai scolded him angrily. "Can't I support you? Will my father care about your life or death?"

    Yes, you all care about my life and death. You only care about your own life and death. I didn't get any help from you until I died. You left me trapped in Rong's house alone, and I dare not forget.

    "Dad raised me for so many years, I am very grateful."

    Mu Xiaoke lowered his head and hung up the phone.

.When Mu Kai watched the phone screen go dark, he felt uneasy, especially with Fu Jiayun beside him.

    Mu Kai saw Fu Jiayun's face dark, which was an expression he had never seen on Fu Jiayun's face.

    "What did Xiao Ke say... he hates me?"

    Mu Kai was speechless, "He...he is a kid who has a temper. He has liked to pester you since he was a child. Have you forgotten? He chased you and said he wanted to be in the same school before the high school entrance examination."

    Fu Jiayun squeezed his fists, "Is he to blame me for beating him before, I... I didn't mean it, he is obviously not angry anymore."

    "I'll go find him."

    Mu Kai quickly grabbed him, "Don't go, he may still be tantrums now, let him be quiet, let's... we wait for him and look for him next week. He won't have an overnight feud with us."
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