Chapter 446： Where is my mother?

Chapter 446 Where is my mother?

Chapter 455 Chapter 455 Where is my mother?

The conductor repeatedly told me to go to a safe area before letting me go.

The two of them saluted with their hands in hand, and walked on the thick snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow. It was probably the first time for Zhu Butian to see such thick snow, and he kept giggling.

“This snow is really free, it’s so beautiful.” In the vast white field, you can’t see any worries, only innocence.

“You like it so much, why don’t you live here.” Mingxuan teased him.

"Someone has to want it. If no one wants it, where will I live? In the snow?" Zhu Butian drew a circle on the ground, wrote his name in the circle, and asked Mingxuan to come over and take a look. : "Look at how beautiful my name is written on the snow."

Mingxuan looked at the words written by Zhu Butian like a dog scratching, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Probably."

As he spoke, he also imitated Zhu Butian and wrote his name in the snow.

Zhu Butian looked at her name and laughed loudly: "Zhao Di, it turns out your name is Zhao Di, haha, there is really someone with this name."

Mingxuan looked at his smile, rolled up a ball of snow from the ground and threw it at him: "I hate it, you keep smiling, you keep smiling."

“Brother Zhao, I won’t laugh, I won’t laugh.” Zhu Butian shut his mouth seriously, and finally couldn’t help laughing again.

Mingxuan attacked him with snowballs again, and the two of them rolled together for some reason.

There are still snowflakes on his hair, not only on his hair, but also on his coat, and her achievements are everywhere on his body.

Mingxuan didn't feel much better either. She was lying on the snow, staring at the other person with her eyes blankly, lost in thought.

Zhu Butian coughed dryly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

It was really a bit fun, and then they rolled together for some reason. He didn’t mean to eat Mingxuan Tofu.

Mingxuan stood up unnaturally, patted the snow on his body, and said nonchalantly: "Weren't you called Zhu Butian before? Why does it sound like you are different from others?"

Zhu Butian, Zhu Butian, easily makes people think of sworn enemies.

Hearing her words, Zhu Butian looked up at the sky: "Yes, the hatred of killing his mother is irreconcilable."

Mingxuan looked at him and said nothing.

Zhu Butian took out a photo from his arms. The woman in the photo was very young, and her eyebrows looked very similar to Zhu Butian's.

Zhu Butian lay on the snow and put the photo on his chest: "Mom, didn't you say that you always wanted to see how the heavy snow looks like? Did you see that there is snow all around, very thick? Did you see it? Isn’t it beautiful?”

Mingxuan turned his face away, his throat a little clogged, and he felt like crying when he heard these words.

She didn’t expect that a man who didn’t care about anything would have such a tender side.

After talking to the photo, Zhu Butian began to tell: "My original name was Zhu Lantian. The reason is that my father's surname is Zhu and my mother's surname is Lan. For convenience, I just named him Zhu Lantian."

Many people will choose it this way.

Zhu Butian started talking about his father being wrongly accused and imprisoned, and then talked about his death, and then how he followed others to mix in society, and relied on tricks to become the county hegemon.

Mingxuan thought she was the unluckiest child, but she didn't expect that what happened to Zhu Butian shocked her.

My father died unjustly in prison, and my mother was beaten to death without ever leaving her eyes open. She was also beaten to the point of dying, thinking she would never see the sun tomorrow.

She looked at the man on the ground with some distress.

Speaking of fairness, the world is never fair.

She lay quietly next to him, trying to comfort him: "I thought I was the unluckiest child. After listening to what you said, I felt that I was lucky. At least I went to high school and had a loved one. "My mother." "Blue sky." Mingxuan rested his head on his head and looked at the sky. The sky was still gray, and there was still heavy snowfall, but the sky would not remain gray: "I think your mother would be here. , I still hope you can live happily, as happily as a bird soaring in the blue sky."

Zhu Butian turned his head and looked at her, met her slender eyelashes and bright eyes, smiled, and leaned his head close: "You can't fall in love with me just like this. Let me just say that I am charming."

Mingxuan stood up and pretended to hit him: "Why are you so annoying? Can't you tell I'm comforting you?"

Zhu Butian put away the photo, put his arm around her shoulders, and leaned his head heavily on her: "Thank you!"

Mingxuan was a little at a loss.

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Zhu Butian let her go quickly: "It's going to snow heavily today. Let's go. I don't want to be buried here by the snow."

"Um."

On the way, Mingxuan and Zhu Butian talked about some interesting things from their childhood. The two of them talked and laughed, which was very lively.

There is a village not far away. Looking from a distance, you can see the smoke rising from several houses and floating in the gray sky until it disappears.

In a courtyard in the east of the village, a man in his early fifties was hunched over and sweeping snow in the courtyard. When he heard the noise, he looked up and saw a young man and woman standing outside. He couldn't help but say, "Who are you looking for?"

Mingxuan looked at the man in front of him, not believing how he had aged so much after not seeing him for a few years, but the fear and hatred from that night came to his heart, and he could no longer say those two words, and said in a stiff tone: "My mother Woolen cloth."

The man looked at this young face, thought of something and was surprised: "Are you recruiting a younger brother?"

Mingxuan nodded and asked again: "Where is my mother?"

The man's name was Deng Niangao. Hearing Mingxuan's words, a look of fear suddenly appeared on his face: "Don't ask me, I don't know anything."

Speaking, he threw away the broom, entered the back room and bolted the door.

Mingxuan looked at him and was furious: "Deng Niangao, come out here and I'll ask you where my mother is."

The door was motionless, and no one answered her.

Uncle Deng next door poked his head out and looked at Mingxuan's face, unsure: "Recruiting a younger brother?"

Mingxuan knew the other person, and when he saw the other person greeting him, he responded: "Second uncle, it's me."

Second Uncle Deng looked at the door of his eldest brother's house and sighed: "Let's go in."

Uncle Deng poured two cups of hot tea on the table and glanced at Zhu Butian: "Your man?"

"Yeah." Mingxuan had a bad feeling in his heart and didn't want to make things worse: "Second uncle, why did Deng Niangao hide in the house as soon as I mentioned my mother? My mother..."

Uncle Deng’s eyes darkened and he sighed: “God’s will, it’s all God’s will.”

“Second uncle, what do you mean by this?” The fear in Mingxuan’s heart was even worse.

"You have a sip of tea first, and I will take you to see your mother later." Uncle Deng sighed, shook his head and sat aside.

Mingxuan drank half a cup of tea with suspicion, and looked at Zhu Butian again, wondering what his second uncle was trying to do.

Second Uncle Deng closed the door behind him and walked alone in front of him. Mingxuan looked at his back and became suspicious.

Not only did she not see her mother, but she also didn’t see her second aunt. Could it be that the two of them went up the mountain.

(End of this chapter)