Chapter 1225

On the back mountain of Tian'en Temple, Mo Jinyu was buried in a place with a good geomantic omen. For the remaining seven days, people from the temple were invited to perform rituals for Mo Jinyu.

Mo Lingwei donated a large amount of sesame oil money for the Mo family, lit the ever-burning lamp, put Xiu'er on the futon beside her and knelt, clasped her hands, and prayed silently.

Xiu'er raised her small head, looked at the statue in front of her, and turned her head to look at her aunt kneeling on the futon, with a confused look on her face.

Mo Lingwei kowtowed and tried to communicate with Xiu'er: "Xiu'er, kowtow, so that the Bodhisattva can bless Uncle Jinyu."

Mo Lingwei spoke three times in a soft voice, Xiu'er seemed to understand, and obediently imitated what Mo Lingwei did just now and kowtowed three times.

Mo Lingwei didn't expect Xiu'er to do so, and hugged him in surprise and joy: "Xiu'er is so good."

On the second day after coming to the temple, Mo Lingwei took Xiu'er to see the abbot. Although the abbot is proficient in medical theory, there is no good cure for Xiu'er's symptoms, which is similar to the conclusions of Chu Yunyao and Dr. Zhang.

Mo Lingwei had no choice but to pat Xiu'er's head: "It's okay, when the time comes, aunt will take you abroad for treatment, we Xiu'er are so smart, we will get better one day."

Mo Lingwei took Xiu'er to pray in the temple every day, and prayed to Mo Jinyu together with Mo Jinlan. Play on the grass.

Xiu'er's temperament gradually became lively, her eyes chased these flying elves, and she would occasionally try to catch them.

Mo Lingwei saw it in his eyes and was delighted.

Soon it was time to go down the mountain.

In the evening, Mo Jinlan went to Mo Lingwei's room, "I'm going down the mountain tomorrow, I'll come and see if Xiu'er is better."

After getting along for a few days, Xiu'er no longer has a strong sense of defense against Mo Jinlan, but she can't even talk about being close.

"Xiu'er is better." Mo Lingwei rubbed Xiu'er's little head, "After going down the mountain tomorrow, do you plan to go back to Mo's house, or go directly to the south?"

"Go directly to the south." Mo Jinlan looked at Mo Lingwei: "Aren't you going to go back to the south in your life?"

Mo Lingwei smiled: "Why do you ask that?"

"You don't want to see Shaojin anymore!" Mo Jinlan said tentatively, "What if Shaojin won't like other women in this life except you? Are you unwilling to see him again?"

Mo Lingwei took a breath, with a hint of impatience on her expression: "If there is an epidemic in the south like last time, if I need to go, I will definitely go there.

But if it is to meet someone or not to see someone, there is no need to make a special trip or not to go.

Jinlan, I told you a long time ago, the relationship between me and Feng Shaojin has long passed, and there is no future. "

Mo Jinlan smiled wryly to himself: You think that the relationship between you has already become the past, and there is no future, but some people stay in the past all their lives and don't even want the future.

"I also heard that when you left the south, you were pregnant..." Mo Jinlan's eyes fell on Xiu'er, "If the child is born, it will probably be about the same age as Xiu'er. "

This sentence was like a shot in the arm, hitting Mo Lingwei's sore spot. Mo Lingwei was ashamed and angry, her face turned from red to white and from white to blue.

It seemed that the deepest scar hidden in my heart was forcibly peeled off, and the blood was exposed in front of everyone.

This bastard Feng Shaojin even told Mo Jinlan about these shameless actions...