“Actually, I’m not cold at all, and I haven't caught a chill. Just now... it was probably my mother thinking about me again, trying to figure out what to do to me.” he quipped.

"Oh?" Mu Zichuan raised an eyebrow, showing a spark of interest.

"If it is convenient to share, I would like to hear more about it." Mu Zi川 said.

This conversation, if Yang Ruqing were here, she would definitely shout: "Everyday you say that we women like gossip, it turns out that you men behind the scenes are also the same, gossiping experts!"

Unfortunately, Yang Ruqing is currently at the village square stage with Old Madam Zuo and other elder women from her family watching a play. She has no time to attend to this matter.

Hearing Mu Zi Chuan's question, Zuo Jun Mo smiled and said, "There's nothing inconvenient to reveal. The trouble I exist in, brother Zi Chuan probably has also experienced, but now you are dust settled, while I...hehe, you understand."

Mu Zi川 smiled knowingly. He naturally understood.

The left mother must be urging her to get married.

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Mù Zǐchuan, in white robes with bare hands, picked up a white piece. His gentle voice softly echoed: "Most parents are like this. Back when my mother was alive, she worried endlessly about my marriage."

"Every time she sees me alone, a solitary figure, she loses her appetite and can't sleep well. Time and again, she tries to persuade me with heartfelt words, even resorting to using her elder status to pressure me, but I remain unmoved."

“Now that my mother has passed away for more than a hundred days, I often sit alone in the dim light, thinking. Could her illness, which proved incurable, have been caused by my lifelong inability to settle down and make her happy? Perhaps it was the long-term frustration in her heart?”

“Thinking about it, I truly am not a filial son! Zuo elder brother, if possible, I hope to use my own lessons to remind you,”

“As a child, within your capabilities, try your best to satisfy your mother's wishes. Don't be like me, left with nothing but regret and shame!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Mu Zichuan placed his white piece steadily on a certain spot on the chessboard.

He raised his eyes and silently looked at Zuo Junmo before him.

Zuo Junmo sat there, seemingly lost in thought.

After a moment, he came to his senses, smiled, and raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"Zichuan brothers, thank you for your candid advice," Zu Junmo said.

“My dear brother, my mother can be satisfied in every other way, but as for marriage, I too wish to obey and be a filial son. However, whenever I am about to agree, this... part of me refuses!”

He raised his hand, pointing to the left side of his chest.

Muzi Chuan's gaze fell on where Zuo Junmo's finger was pointing, and then he smiled knowingly, withdrawing his gaze.

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“When I comfort you now, eloquently and glibly, in fact, wasn’t I once just like Brother Zuo, you?” he said softly, a self-deprecating curve playing on his lips.

“Only now do I realize that what holds me back are my own obsessions and demons.”

“Because of my obsession and inner demons, I am trapped in this situation, unable to find a way out. I want to get what I desire, no matter the cost. In doing so, I have also caused trouble for others, making her dislike me at one point.”

"Well, now that I think about it, I was truly delusional. It would have been enough to go crazy alone, why did I have to drag others down with me?" Mu Zichuan asked himself, a bitter smile on his face.

Zuo Junmo listened intently, but in his heart he had already guessed who the object of Mu Zichuan's obsession was.

Otherwise, the object of his obsession happens to be the person he wants but cannot have.

This is such a frustrating coincidence!

"Zi Chuan, little brother, let's not dwell on the past. Since you can speak so openly with your elder brother now, it means you have let go." Zu Jun Mo said.

"Your betrothal to Miss Liu is already set. After two years, when your filial piety period ends, you can marry her and live a happy life together, raising a family and filling your home with children."

“My esteemed mother-in-law surely has a spirit in the heavens and must be deeply comforted by this. As for me, your humble brother, I haven't yet found a way out. I still cause my mother to worry about me. You are a filial son, while I am the unfilial one, I am ashamed!”

Mùzǐchuān fell into thought for a moment, then looked at Zuǒ Jūnmoke with burning eyes: "Zuǒ Brother, since we've gotten to this point in our conversation today, I might as well ask directly."

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"Could it be that the person Left Brother desires but cannot have is the same one I'm obsessed with?" he asked.

Zuo Junmo was stunned. He hadn't expected Mu Zichuan, this scholar, to be so direct in his speech. He spoke with such straightforwardness, hitting the target straight at the core of someone's being.

“Zichuan, younger brother, are you trying to subject your elder brother to a soul interrogation?” Zuo Junmo chuckled and teased.

Mu Zi Chuan didn't smile instead, he looked at Zuo Jun Mo seriously. "Is it? Or isn't it?"

Zuo Junmo: “…"

Looking at the cultured scholar, he was truly a stubborn mule. No wonder he had been trapped in his obsession for so many years and couldn't extricate himself. Left Junmo finally understood the reason behind it all.

"So what if it is? So what if it isn't?" Left Junmo asked.

“I just want to understand.” Mu Zichuan said.

Left Junmo smiled: “What's the harm in asking for clarity? After all, she is a woman that we both admire but can't reach.”

Mu Zi Chuan fell silent, a trace of melancholy flashing in his eyes.

Holding a white stone in his hand, he clenched his fist.

"If there hadn't been Feng Tang, perhaps she would have chosen one of us," Mu Zi Chuan added.

Zuo Junmo said, "There are no ifs in this world. Feelings don't come first or last, everything is fate, arranged by heaven, the greatest arrangement by heaven."

"So, I never make those reckless assumptions. I like her, and that's my freedom and right."

"To like something doesn't necessarily mean to possess it. You like the clouds in the sky, the wind by your ear, the sunshine and the rain, the moon reflected in the water and the flowers in the mirror. Can you have all of them, own them all?" Zuo Junmo asked again.

Mukizuka's brow furrowed. "I understand all of these reasons, but I was once unwilling to accept them. I couldn't bear the fact that after she fell ill and recovered from her madness, she wouldn't even look at me."

"Left Brother, you didn't participate in our childhood and adolescence, you never saw how Qing'er was obsessed with me back then!"

"Back then, I had just started school. Whether I was studying at the schoolhouse in neighboring Li Jia Village or the one in town, she would always wait for me on my way home after class."

Whether it's sunny or rainy, winter or summer, she is unstoppable.

“I was really shocked. She's such an idiot, her head is always in the clouds. When people mess with her, she doesn't even know how to fight back, she just eats whatever she gets.”

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