He used all his strength to open his eyes, only to see the pale blue curtain fluttering in the wind. The warm sunlight shone obliquely on his body, making him feel particularly warm and quiet.
He wanted to sit up, but someone beside him immediately said, "Brother, don't move."
Xiao Tong turned sideways and saw Xiao Gang sitting quietly beside the couch. He smiled and said, "Third brother, why are you here?"
He did not answer but looked at Xiao Tong with a hint of resentment, and then asked, "Brother, do you feel better?"
Xiao Tong nodded gently, and frowned slightly when he recalled what happened before going to bed: "What's wrong with me?"
"Brother, someone has been plotting against you. Didn't you notice it?" Xiao Gang stood up and walked to the table and took down the hollow lotus three-legged incense burner. The incense inside was not lit. "There is something wrong here."
Xiao Tong's eyes were blank and he murmured, "Is that so..."
"Who bought this spice? My impression is Qing Lan." Xiao Gang said, and a hint of coldness suddenly flashed in his eyes, "This woman can't be kept. I asked someone to follow her, but found that she..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Xiao Tong: "Who told you to follow?" The tone was not gentle and mellow at all, it was like being soaked in ice water, making people shudder from the heart. It was urging and coercing, and the strange and stern breath rushed towards Xiao Gang.
He was stunned, staring at Xiao Tong's half-closed indifferent eyes for a long time, and his voice suddenly became softer: "Brother. I just want to see who it is..."
"You don't have to worry about this." Xiao Tong said calmly, "I can handle it myself."
Xiao Gang had always had a deep relationship with him, so he naturally knew what he was thinking. Shen Chen asked, "Brother, you won't make any move and just pretend that nothing happened, right?" This was not a question, but an affirmation.
Xiao Tong didn't say anything, but squinted his eyes and looked at the blue sky.
His handsome face appeared peaceful and calm in the warm sunshine. His nonchalant and calm manner concealed a kind of cruelty, cruelty towards himself.
Xiao Gang suddenly realized something. His face gradually darkened, and he was filled with endless resentment and helplessness. "Brother, you knew this a long time ago, didn't you?"
Xiao Tong smiled faintly when he heard this, but still remained silent.
Xiao Gang clenched his hands into fists and slammed them hard on the couch. He murmured to him, but it seemed like he was talking to himself: "Brother, you will eventually hurt yourself if you do this."
The man on the couch never spoke again. His dim eyes kept wandering in the blue sky, looking at the vast sky, where strands of blue woven into a fine net, covering him and making him unable to move.
"Third brother, can you help me..." He uttered these words with a weak breath, and then slowly closed his eyes. He was tired and exhausted. The sorrows of this half of his life were like falling snow. He trudged through the realm of nothingness and rolled in the world. In fact, he was just a passer-by in the world with a melancholy heart.
The responsibilities he carries may never be shaken off until he dies. The gratitude and resentment may not dissipate until they fade away. He can only be an idle cloud and wild crane in his dreams. If it is his next life, he hopes that he can have fewer reincarnations before reincarnation, so that he will not climb to such a high position.
Third brother, can you help me... (To be continued)