Chapter 97

"You have a good memory." Zhang lingshuo chuckled and pulled the wound on the corner of his mouth. He took a breath, reached out and touched the corner of his lips. He didn't ask seriously, "the memories of my grandfather are all in your hometown hut. Do you want to go back?"

Mo Hui Wen Yan, looked at Zhang lingshuo, then looked at the man on the broken car, and did not answer.

Zhang lingshuo wanted to call Mo Hui, but in the end he didn't. He was even in a bit of a deliberate mood. He said, "he's been hit twice by me. He's in pain. We still have some medicine left. Take some and wipe it for him

Mo Hui takes another look at Zhang lingshuo and answers with a low voice. He gets up and forgets to leave the cotton swab in his hand. He goes straight to the car outside the hospital.

Zhang lingshuo looked at her back with a kind of nostalgic and perfect eyes. He moved her hand and clenched her fist. He watched her walk towards the boy step by step without looking back. He also saw the surprise of the boy's eyes.

"Wipe the medicine!" Mo Hui walked up to the boy, threw the medicine into the car and said something very awkward.

"You wipe it for me. My hand is so heavy that it hurts. I have no strength!" The boy put his head on the steering wheel and said lazily. The redness and swelling on the hand is better than that on Zhang lingshuo's face, and the injury on his face is also very conspicuous.

"Good." Mo Hui is going to turn around and walk to the other end of the car and stand by the door.

"It's more convenient to get in the car if you want to wipe the medicine." The boy said, his mouth is very big, showing big and white teeth, which makes people feel cold.

"Well." Mo responded, almost feeling a deep disappointment in his eyes.

"Ah, you're still so stupid, and you've made Zhang lingshuo stupid!" After Mo Hui got on the bus, the boy said evilly, with a provocative look in his eyes at Zhang lingshuo in the small hall. He pressed the lock of the door and window to start the car.

Zhang lingshuo took a few steps to catch up with the car when it was moving. When he came to the yard, he stopped and stood in the yard for a long time.

"Do you know who that man is?" Wu Yang asked coolly.

Zhang lingshuo nodded and limped slowly back to the back floor.

"It seems that the true story is more wonderful than what Mo Hui said." Wu Yang shrugged indifferently and squinted at the empty room.

While driving, the boy squints at Mo Hui, who is sitting beside him, as if looking for something she has in common with the past. There is nothing in common except that the hair and eyes are the same as before. Seeing Mo Hui now, he suddenly wanted to say something, but his voice stuck in his throat.

"I..." It took me a long time to squeeze this one out.

Mo Hui was startled. He turned his head and looked at the boy in surprise. Then he looked at the window silently, twisting his clothes with both hands where the boy couldn't see.

"I'm your brother." The boy suddenly said out loud, stopped and said like a prank, "my name is mo regret, regret of regret! I'll take you home! "

"Home?"

"Back to the family home!" Don't miss any words on your face.

Mo Hui's eyes flashed a twinkling light. In the blink of an eye, mist accumulated in her eyes, which made her small facial features vivid. Her eyes were as bright as black grapes in a water cup. The corner of her mouth was slightly up, showing a warm smile, which was very different from the silly bubbly smile on her big face before.

Mo regret heartache up hard, her these changes also have his hard stroke. But Mo regret is not easy to sentimental person, he made a ruthless twist the steering wheel, trying to play a broken car sports car effect.

Nothing to say all the way.

After a day and a night of driving, the car finally drove slowly into the quiet village in the dark of the next day. There were stars shining on the black curtain, which was also very quiet.

When the car entered the village, it was not well built. Beside the road, it was a shabby hut. It was not neat when it left, but a dilapidated scene.

When Mo Hui's eyes touched it, the whole person trembled, tears like broken beads, gargling down.

Mo regretted that she didn't say a word to comfort her. She just stepped on the gas and raised the speed to the top gear so that she could cross the road as fast as possible.

After Mo Hui cried for a while, her mood gradually calmed down. She wiped her tears without saying a word and no longer looked at the scenery outside.

The car quickly stopped in front of a three story building. There were two people waiting at the gate of the first floor. What they were looking at was not the driver's seat, but the co driver. Seeing that there was a man vaguely there, he put down his anger and helped each other for a few days.

"Mom and Dad, I brought my sister back." Mo Hui opens the door and shouts.

Mo Hui's body was stiff for a while, and he didn't have time to respond. Then he heard a sound of all the numbers, followed by strange footsteps. Later, Mo's second mother helped an old man with mobility difficulties out of the door slowly.

Mo Hui's face was full of shock, staring at the old man's crutch in his hand and his leg dragging on the ground.

How could that be?

How could that be!Memories of that strong and proud man with some, turned into this look! Always cold and serious face is replaced by eagerness, let Mo Hui some not adapt. Looking at the gray haired old man getting closer and closer, I felt an impulse to run away. Close to family, the more I miss in my heart, the more I want to see. Once he appears in front of you, you will want to leave. This is the moment of Mo Hui.

"Huier, you're back!" Mo Shi Ping opened the door slightly and saw the thin Mo Hui Leng for a moment. The eagerness on the original face was occupied by anger. His eyes glared at Mo Hui on the car and roared, "who are you? Where's my Huier? Son of a bitch, I asked you to find someone. You even admit your sister's mistake

Mo Shiping yelled at the boy who just flashed into the door.

"Dad, you're out of your mind. That's my sister The boy answered vaguely, mixed with the sound of chewing, probably ran to the table to eat.

"My hui'er is round and plump. How can she be so skinny? No way Mo Shi Ping took another look at Mo Hui, showing a look of straightforward disappointment. Then he turned into the room with his walking stick and muttered, "my hui'er is not like this. You cheat me again! You lied to me again

Mo looked back at Mo Shi Ping's back and didn't know how to react. Such a father is far from what he used to be.

She didn't have much memory of things before she was three years old, and none of the photos her mother showed her was mo Shiping's. Her memory of him is the back of disgust and laissez faire, indifferent.

"Son, your father didn't mean to do this. Don't take it to heart. Come on, let's go in with Er Ma first. " Mo's second mother said and reached for Mo Hui's hand, with a slightly embarrassed look on her face. Mo looked back and nodded at the refracted light of the gate.

Two people into the room, a room is the hall, the hall put some debris and a small table, and a rocking chair. On the dinner table, only Mo remorses and sweeps the dishes on the table without raising his head.

"Dad, he went upstairs. Sister, sit down. You haven't eaten in a day. Take some tonic as soon as possible. " Mo regret lying on the table wolfing down, busy to Mo back to say a word.

"I've been hungry for eight generations, or what? How about having a good dinner? " Mo's second mother scolded her son. It's a shame for her to be a mother!

"Ma, please let me eat before you teach me a lesson. Don't train me when I'm so hungry that I can't even talk. It's not effective. " Don't regret to say, hand from the table plate grabbed a chicken leg big bite, look like a child like that, like an uncivilized barbarian.

"Don't come back. You can sit down and have some. Don't be scared by this son of a bitch. I feel like I just came back from Africa. I haven't seen food for hundreds of years. " Mo's second mother picked some light food into the bowl and put it in front of her, "just got off the bus, eat more light and easy to digest. When you recover, your second mother will make delicious food for you. "

Mo Hui moved his chopsticks, took two mouthfuls and put them down.

Mo's second mother looked in her eyes, but she didn't want to. She began to laugh again: "are you tired? I'll take you to your room and have a rest. When you are hungry, the second mother will heat you up. "

"I'm sorry." Don't be embarrassed.

"Silly boy, what's wrong. Come on, second mother, take you up. " Then he got up and took Mo Hui's hand and went upstairs. On the second floor, Mo's second mother said, "on the left is my room with your father, and on the right is your father's study."

"Oh." She didn't know that her father had a special study.

The Mo family is very simple. The first floor is the hall and kitchen. People live on the second and third floors. There are two rooms on each floor.

"This one is yours, and the other one is your brother's. Your father can't stand the noise he makes all day. He'll catch up with you. " Mo's second mother opened the door of the room, turned on the switch, and the warm light flowed out of the room.

This is a very simple room. A bed is placed in the middle of the room. On both sides of the bed are soft and thick blue carpets, on which there is an old wooden box. There is a small wooden wardrobe near the window. There is a mirror on the wardrobe. Next to it is the curtain which is long enough to mop the floor. It is also blue. In the wind of night, it caresses the smooth mirror from time to time.

"The changed clothes are in the closet. Take a bath and have a good sleep. Don't look out. This is your home. " Mo's second mother said, and without any stay, she took the door out.

Mo Hui dragged his shoes, barefoot on the carpet beside the bed, and the soles of his feet sank slightly into the thick carpet.

She stopped for a moment, suddenly squatted down, hands out of their knees, head buried in the knee cover, let the body fall into the carpet, still maintaining the original position.

She wanted to have a good sleep. Only when she woke up could she know what was going on.

Why did his father call her the name of her childhood? In the past, he couldn't even call her. Now Huier is called so lovingly and tactfully by him? Why did her father set up crutches in his middle age? Why is her room so blue? She can't even think about it now.