Mo Luan blinked and looked away.
Five little boys with similar faces stood around the young couple.
Mo Qianhong pointed to her in turn, "This is my eldest brother and I. When we were young, we were very like each other."
The two little boys in the photo are wearing shirts and are slender and tall.
One is as clear as snow, and the other is as cold as frost.
The five senses have not yet opened up, but they are the most like each other among the brothers.
Now their respective styles are too strong, but it conceals the similarity in looks.
"This is a small four, and this is a small five."
Mo Laosi kept an inch, his facial features were clear and handsome.
It's just this posture--
His coat was wide open, he was standing in the middle of the posture, his eyes were fierce, and he looked like a school bully that was not easy to provoke.
The fifth child is naturally curled, with slightly longer bangs covering the left eyebrows.
The body is slender, the temperament is calm, and the whole has the feeling of a cat.
This temperament is completely different from the legendary sorrow.
It's true that people can't show themselves.
"The third child standing behind you." Mo Qianhong continued.
Mo Luan looked over. The boy was wearing white long sleeves and his face was delicate and fair.
Like a prince walking out of a noble palace.
He is considered to be the most similar to her among the brothers.
Mo Qianhong said: "When you were young, you had the best relationship with the third child, and he had to be closest to you even when taking pictures."
Mo Luan believed Mo Qianhong's words, because the young man in the photo seemed to be looking at the camera, but in fact all the light was on his younger sister.
"Where is the third brother now?" Mo Luan asked.
Mo Qianhong's face sank.
"Arrived."
Mo Qianxin, who had never spoken, interjected.
Mo Luan looked out the window, the car had reached the intersection of the mountain.
"Let's go to the mountain first."
Mo Qianxin turned the steering wheel up the mountain.
Obviously few people come here, and the road is covered with litter.
The car drove for about twenty minutes and saw a villa.
Mo Luan said, "That's it."
Because there is no fork in the road after going up the mountain, and this house is the end of the mountain road.
Therefore, the destination of the old man must be here.
The house was obviously a vacant house with no one to live in, and the mess obscured his original exquisite and majestic appearance.
The fountain pool dries up, and the original cleanliness is contaminated by silt, broken branches and dead leaves.
It is far from the city, and there is only this unoccupied house nearby.
It looks very quiet and cold.
The three got out of the car.
"Who are you?"
Looking back, there was a middle-aged man with a broom.
Mo Qianxin: "Are you?"
"I am the caretaker of this villa. This is a private area. Please leave."
Mo Qianhong stepped forward and said, "We have something to find the owner of the house. Can I tell the owner's address?"
The middle-aged man looked at Mo Qianhong a few times, thought for a while, and said uncertainly: "Are you the president of Hongluan?"
Mo Qianhong's eyes moved slightly, "It's me."
As soon as the middle-aged man's impatient expression was closed, his attitude improved a lot.
"I said that you are familiar with each other. I remember that you and Young Master An are good friends."
Mo Luan's faces moved slightly, and they listened to him continue to say, "This house is home."
"That's it. The last time we came here to play, when we saw this villa, we wanted to buy it, but we couldn't contact the owner."
Mo Qianhong said, "I didn't expect it to be Jinze's house."
The middle-aged man said, "This house belongs to Mr. An. It has been vacant for many years. If Mo always wants to buy it, it shouldn't be difficult."