He is cold and distant

Chapter 83

The tulips in the yard are blooming. Some people say that it expresses the beginning of the story.

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Bian Zimo came to this novel world when the original character was four years old. He didn't know where the original character went.

Maybe this is an empty world, or maybe he is just a stray.

And his arrival will use his own way to continue to develop the following plot.

But he came too early, his body was in the short toddler stage, and several characters related to the plot were scattered everywhere.

And there are still six years before the plot unfolds in the true sense, which makes him feel that life is a bit single and boring.

However, on the other side not far from his home, there is a child of the same age as him, named Lang Mingfeng, who will often come to his place to play with him.

Lang Mingfeng's temperament is a bit teasing, usually he will talk to Bian Zimo about some tricks to tease people.

When Bian Zimo was bored, he would play with Lang Mingfeng, but most of the time, he just watched from the side without participating.

Because this kind of game, in his opinion, is really a bit young, not to mention, they are all children, and he is not in the mood to listen to their noise.

The days go on peacefully day by day. Six years is a long time. For Bian Zimo, he almost forgot that his role has been defined.

At this time, he knew that the main characters in this world were coming to his side.

However, thinking of the protagonist's ups and downs, he wanted to laugh, why he was so lucky and chose a not-so-good supporting role.

He was tired and didn't want to play the ultimate villain who knocked people's bones. Since he already knew the development of this world, he would follow suit.

This way you don't embarrass yourself, nor embarrass others.

That day, before going out, Bian Zimo knew that the person who was about to appear would come to him tomorrow, but he just went out as usual.

He looked at the pleasant weather outside, and felt a little emotion in his heart: The pen and ink are ready, and now it's time to start writing...

When he came back, he walked into the house, and Bian Zimo saw a young child sitting in front of the hall, with his waist bent low and his head bowed slightly.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on him, and his thin body suddenly made people feel a little lonely.

Probably the protagonist's early growth is always a person who grows stronger in silence.

"You're here." He stood at the door for a moment, but the child didn't notice it, so he spoke first.

When the boy heard the voice and looked towards him, Bian Zimo found that he saw something that seemed familiar.

That thing, Bian Zimo once thought about what words to use to describe it, and when he understood it, he summed it up like this:

A kind of long-term darkness that falls into after being abandoned.

The boy's body was a bit too thin, Bian Zimo gave him the fruit in his hand, "Grow up well."

You still have a lot to experience in the future, so you have to grow up well, Bian Zimo didn't say the first half of the sentence.

Although Mu Yuanzhu did not have a teacher's guidance and only relied on self-study, Bian Zimo had to say that this is a talented child.

From his straight and upright font, it can be seen that this is a man of principle.

But Bian Zimo didn't like the too rigid way of writing, including the life path that was drawn up in advance, so he taught the child and practiced some regular script.

He remembered that he was using the child's name as an example, and he knew the origin of his name at that time.

But he felt that it was not good to leave the grievances of the previous generation to this unknowing child.

"Your name..." Bian Zimo said to Mu Yuanzhu in this way: "Far means long-term, which means that we should take a long-term perspective in doing things."

"As for bamboo..." Bian Zimo went on to say, "Just take it as being as tough and indomitable as bamboo."

"Do you know?" Bian Zimo finished speaking, and asked Mu Yuanzhu.

"I see." Mu Yuanzhu nodded seriously, he took Bian Zimo's words to heart.

Bian Zimo looked at Mu Yuanzhu's obedient and well-behaved appearance, and felt a little relieved in his heart. This child should not go on the road of tearing revenge with him in the future.

Afterwards, Mu Yuanzhu studied with him, and was often quiet and reticent in school. Bian Zimo thought that this was very good, and he didn't like children who were too noisy.

However, due to the protagonist's early growth needs, the surrounding bullying and ridicule also followed.

Bian Zimo stood aside, watching their various behaviors, and didn't care too much.

This is a bondage, and you have to break free by yourself. If external forces intervene, it may produce the opposite result.

One day, Bian Zimo was sitting in the courtyard, looking at the man who had just walked in with a painted face, he waved to him, "Little Zhuzi, come here."

"Master." Mu Yuanzhu walked up to Bian Zimo and sat down opposite him.

"Why did you get hurt again?" Bian Zimo couldn't remember, this was the first time he saw this child like this.

"There are a lot of them." Mu Yuanzhu lowered his head, lowered his eyes, and looked very pitiful.

In fact, Mu Yuanzhu already had a way to deal with this situation, but when the young master saw that he was being bullied, he would definitely ask him a few words and then prescribe medicine for him.

This made him feel that the injury was worth it.

"Didn't I teach you?" Bian Zimo never thought that if you let others take a step, others will let you take a step.

Morality is something that not everyone is noble, what's more, some people treat it like garbage and step on it under their feet.

"To fight back." Bian Zimo continued.

If a person hurts you, then you don't have any worries, just take it back fiercely.

Don't believe in the nonsense that one must have benevolence and righteousness in one's heart. Could it be said that people who are full of evil are worthy of forgiveness?

Or is it that your generous concessions can instantly elevate other people's thinking to a higher level?

"I know." Mu Yuanzhu nodded seriously, "They probably won't be able to come to school tomorrow."

He was only slightly injured, but he had seriously injured those people, and they couldn't get out of bed within ten days and half a month.

"What did you do?" Bian Zimo felt amused when he heard Mu Yuanzhu's words, "Don't make things big."

"I didn't do anything." Mu Yuanzhu shook his head quickly, indicating that he didn't cause trouble, "I just let them rest at home for a few days."

"So..." Bian Zimo smiled lightly on his face, "The result is not bad.

"Master..." Mu Yuanzhu looked at Bian Zimo pitifully.

"What's the matter?" Bian Zimo felt a little helpless towards Mu Yuanzhu, who was obviously pretending.

"I hurt." In Mu Yuanzhu's words, it seemed that he was seeking comfort.

Bian Zimo looked at the obvious scars on Mu Yuanzhu's face, and asked the servant to bring some medicine.

"You wipe it yourself this time." Bian Zimo felt that he really treated this child as a child, which seemed a little bad.

"But I can't see where I need to wipe." Mu Yuanzhu didn't want to do it himself, his eyes only looked at the ointment, but he didn't intend to take any action.

Bian Zimo asked someone to bring another mirror and put it in front of Mu Yuanzhu, "Is it okay now?"

"But I don't know how to wipe it off." Mu Yuanzhu's face still looked like he couldn't do it.

Bian Zimo felt helpless for Mu Yuanzhu's unwillingness to do it himself, "If this is the case, then I will ask Steward Mu to help you."

If Butler Mu came, he wouldn't be able to stay with the young master, he didn't want it.

"Don't." Mu Yuanzhu made a decisive decision, immediately picked up the ointment, dipped some of it on his finger, and wiped it on his face, "Master, I suddenly feel that I can wipe it myself again."

Bian Zimo just shook his head lightly, not knowing what to say to Mu Yuanzhu's childish behavior.

Mu Yuanzhu is quite familiar with things like injuries, so he is very proficient in applying the medicine, and after a while, he wipes it off.

"Master, I've wiped it off." Mu Yuanzhu put down the ointment and said to the person in front of him.

"Yeah." Bian Zimo nodded slightly, "I won't get hurt in the future, my face is swollen, it doesn't look good."

"Master, are you disliking me for being ugly?" Mu Yuanzhu's mood suddenly fell to the bottom when he heard Bian Zimo's words.

He pretended to be pitiful but didn't pretend to be, and now he is disgusted?

In Mu Yuanzhu's heart, he secretly felt depressed, did he want to change to a better method next time?

"It's not ugly." Bian Zimo didn't care much about appearance, "Didn't you just say it hurts?"

"Yes, it hurts..." It turned out that the young master was worried about his pain, and Mu Yuanzhu's mood suddenly turned cloudy, "But as soon as I see the young master, I don't feel the pain anymore."

"You think I'm a painkiller?" Bian Zimo didn't know what the child was thinking.

Painkillers didn't work for you, Mu Yuanzhu didn't dare to say that the young master is his favorite medicine, it can stop all kinds of worries, stop thousands of worries, and also make him secretly happy, and make him secretly happy.

"No." Mu Yuanzhu said negatively, "I mean, I'm not afraid of pain."

"Really?" Bian Zimo was amused, and then asked Mu Yuanzhu, "Then what are you afraid of?"

He is not afraid of pain, nor is he afraid of pain. He is only afraid that he will wake up one day and never see him again.

"I'm afraid you'll dislike me, young master." Mu Yuanzhu replied to Bian Zimo's words like this.

"Then be good in the future." Bian Zimo hadn't thought about this question yet, "That's fine."

"Really?" The expression on Mu Yuanzhu's face was full of joy. It only needs to be so simple, can the young master stay by his side forever?

"Yes." Bian Zimo responded lightly to Mu Yuanzhu, "Be good."

His far-reaching eyes looked at the scenery in the yard, I will wait for you to grow up, and accompany you to finish all the plots you have to go.

As for the end... I still have to leave.