Did Miss become a nun today?

These words were spoken very softly, yet they struck Pei Changfeng's heart like a heavy hammer.

Looking into his elder brother's unfathomable eyes, he suddenly realized something: he had never seen his elder brother like this before.

From childhood to adulthood, he was gentle and upright, self-disciplined and respectful, and took everything lightly.

He thought his elder brother wouldn't fight, wouldn't snatch, and wouldn't fall for anyone. He thought that in the future, he would follow his grandmother and mother's arrangements and marry a wife of equal social standing who would take care of the household.

He was wrong.

It's not that the eldest brother doesn't want to fight, but rather that those things in the past weren't worth fighting for.

Only now do I finally understand that all these years of keeping quiet were actually because I had this idea all along.

He suddenly remembered how his elder brother used to call people to Songheyuan to practice calligraphy and copy books... His heart pounded, and those long-forgotten memories suddenly flashed before his eyes like pages of a book turned by a gust of wind.

He used to laugh at her, saying, "You're so stupid, you can't even write properly. No wonder your older brother always punishes you."

Xie Yun Chu glared at him with red eyes, carrying her books and slowly walking towards Songhe Courtyard. He thought his older brother just thought her handwriting was ugly and wanted her to improve. He also thought she was walking too slowly, so he helped his older brother escort her into the courtyard. Finally, he left with a gloating expression.

The Songheyuan was the courtyard where the eldest brother lived after he turned ten. Even his own younger brother wouldn't let him stay there a little longer, but she stayed there for half a day.

Ostensibly, she was copying books and practicing calligraphy, but every time he secretly went to look, there were always her favorite tea and snacks on the table, and even the cushions she sat on were thicker than those of others.

Once, when it rained, my older brother even had someone prepare an umbrella in advance and personally delivered it to the gate of the courtyard.

At that time, Xie Yun Chu received the same treatment that even his own younger brother did not, which caused him to quarrel with Xie Yun Chu, feeling that his older brother had a younger sister and therefore did not need his younger brother.

He thought it was just an older brother taking care of his younger sister...

That's so stupid, he's so stupid! What kind of brother and sister are they? It's clearly favoritism.

Pei Changfeng leaned against the door frame, the twilight casting a dim and indistinct shadow on his face, and a hint of dejection appeared in his bloodshot eyes.

He gave a self-deprecating laugh, which looked worse than crying. He raised his hand to wipe his face, turned around, and staggered away.

As I left Shokakuin Temple, dusk was falling.

He didn't know how he got out; his feet felt like they were stepping on cotton, one foot deep and one foot shallow, unable to land on solid ground.

The servant boy at the gate came forward, but he raised his hand to block him.

The servant dared not move, watching him stagger and disappear at the end of the corridor.

He wandered aimlessly, and when he came to his senses, he was already standing in Shifang Courtyard.

The courtyard gate was slightly closed, and he slowly walked in. The room was dimly lit, and a slender figure was reflected on the window paper, quiet and still.

He stood there, separated by a door, a wall, and the past ten years.

When the people in the courtyard saw him about to pay their respects, he shook his head, didn't dare to go in, and turned to leave the courtyard.

He dared not listen to those hurtful words, and even more dared not look at her expressionless face.

He opened his mouth, said something, and walked away step by step.

The moonlight shone down quietly, casting his shadow on the courtyard wall, long and lonely.

"Second Young Master, where are you going?"

Where to go? Where else can we go?

Going for drinks?

Yes, drinking alcohol, getting drunk will make you feel less uncomfortable.

Upon entering their usual restaurant, the waiter greeted them warmly, "Second Young Master, you've come at the perfect time! Third Young Master Wei is here today too. Would you like to join us?"

Wei Lin?

Pei Changfeng was already in a bad mood, and the thought that Wei Lin also coveted Xie Yun Chu made him furious. He sneered and strode upstairs.

"Bang"

He kicked open the door and stormed in, and less than half an hour later, the sound of crying could be heard.

"She doesn't want me anymore! Xie Yun Chu really doesn't want me anymore!"

Pei Changfeng downed another glass of wine, his voice trembling with drunkenness, his eyes glazed over, red from crying, looking utterly aggrieved.

"How could she not want me? How could she possibly not want me? I'm her cousin!"

Wei Lin leaned against the couch, holding a wine glass in one hand. Hearing the crying, he was taken aback at first, then sneered, "Look at your pathetic self."

He tilted his head back and downed the wine in his glass, then poured himself another glass.

Pei Changfeng glared at him, but without any intimidation. He swayed and fell down opposite Wei Lin, snatched the wine pot, and tilted his head back to pour it into his mouth.

Wei Lin retorted sharply, but his voice was already somewhat muffled, "So what if he's a cousin? He has more than just you as a cousin."

As he spoke, he reached out to snatch the wine pot, but it was slapped away, spilling wine all over the table.

"Leave me alone!"

Pei Changfeng gulped down half a pot of liquor, choked and coughed, tears mixing with the liquor and streaming down his chin.

Wei Lin still retained some rationality, "You really want to drink yourself to death?"

He snatched the wine jug and then tilted his head back to drink several mouthfuls.

Pei Changfeng leaned against the table, his voice hoarse, and asked, "Does she really not want me anymore?"

Wei Lin glanced at him. "Yes, I don't want you anymore."

"When she liked you before, you didn't care about her. Now that she doesn't like you anymore, you can't stand it. In her eyes now, you're nothing."

"And what about you?" Pei Changfeng's bloodshot eyes were practically spitting fire. "How are you any better than me? You think I don't know that lousy mouth of yours can't utter a single nice word?"

Wei Lin's smile froze, and he gripped his wine glass tightly. "How dare you say that? If you know, why didn't you stop it? Didn't you treat her badly too?"

"How have I treated her badly? I'm her cousin... Haven't I treated her well? I've practically been her slave! All you say are those nasty things, what have I done for her?!"

After a long pause, Wei Lin managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth, "...Shut up!"

"I won't!" Pei Changfeng seemed to have found an outlet for his anger, getting more and more excited as he spoke. "Yun Chu didn't care about any of the things you gave her last time, and you still want to marry her? Dream on!"

"You don't even have the right to argue, Wei Lin... You, you and I are evenly matched, so neither of us should say anything to the other!"

"Bang"

Wei Lin slammed his hand on the table, making the wine cups clatter, but he almost lost his balance because he was drunk.

"Pei Changfeng, do you want to fight?"

Not to be outdone, Pei Changfeng stood up, steadied himself by holding onto the edge of the table, and retorted defiantly, "Come on! Who's afraid of who!"

The two stared at each other for several breaths.

They suddenly laughed at the same time.

I laughed so hard that tears came out.

Wei Lin plopped back down on the couch, and Pei Changfeng also lost his balance and slumped back down. Across the messy table, they looked more disheveled than the other.

"Bring the wine!" Wei Lin shouted towards the door.

The waiter nervously brought the wine over, but before he could even set it down properly, the two men snatched it away.

Drowning one's sorrows in alcohol only makes one more sober.