Chapter 1542

Feng Shaojin heard Xiu'er cry out in pain, picked up the gun and dismantled it, her phoenix eyes fixed on him, "You loaded the bullet yourself?"

Xiu'er nodded honestly: "Yes."

"I never taught you to pretend." Feng Shaojin shook Xiu'er's red palm, and seeing that the bone was not broken, he immediately put the heart back in place: "Who taught you?"

"I once saw Uncle that you reloaded a bullet, and I remembered it in my heart." Seeing Mo Lingwei's face turned livid, Xiu'er replied that she knew that she had caused a catastrophe.

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin smiled lightly, and patted Xiu'er's little head, "You are smart, I loaded the bullet in front of you, maybe not long after you came here, and you can remember it so clearly."

What's more, the average person who disassembles the gun and reloads the bullet quickly can't catch up with his speed. It is unexpected that such a young child not only can see clearly, but also learned to disassemble and install it by himself.

Acquired hard work is indeed very important, but only after hard work will you understand how precious talent is.

Feng Shaojin glanced at the woman next to her, seeing that her distressed eye circles were red, and secretly sighed, if this child was really born by Ling Wei, if it was really her own flesh and blood, that would be great.

But Xiu'er's facial features, this expression, and this temperament, the more he grows up, the more he resembles Mo Lingyuan more and more, saying that this child is not Mo Lingyuan's own flesh and blood, and facing Xiu'er's face, he can't lie to himself conscience, if he had any conscience at all.

Mo Lingwei rubbed Xiu'er's little hand, rummaged through the medicine bag, found some ointment, applied it to Xiu'er's palm, and breathed into his palm, "Xiu'er, you are still young, You can't play with such a dangerous thing, you know?

Although this gun was custom-made for you, it still has a lot of concussion. This time it only hurt your hand. What if it hurts your bones?

Do you still want these hands? "

The more Mo Lingwei talked, the more afraid she became, the more afraid she became and the more she thought about it, the more she felt sad: "Xiu'er, if you have any troubles again, how will you let your mother and father live? How can you let your aunt face you? Father and Mother?"

She rubbed Xiu'er's palm, and the apology spread in her words, like dense tentacles, growing countless vines, climbing to Xiu'er's heart, "It's my aunt who didn't take good care of you."

Xiu'er raised her small hand, held Mo Lingwei's face, and said solemnly: "Auntie, don't care about your business."

"Xiuer..."

"If Xiu'er was older, he would be able to shoot, and Uncle wouldn't die." Xiu'er's dark and clear eyes sparkled with hatred, "Uncle Mo died so badly!"

Mo Lingwei was struck by lightning, "Do you remember who killed Jinyu?"

"It was grandma, grandma killed uncle, and grandma stabbed the knife into uncle's body." Xiu'er gestured with her small hand over her heart, "Uncle stopped me behind, and I heard gunshots... "

Big tears overflowed from Mo Lingwei's eyes.

For Xiu'er, Jinyu really died at the hands of her biological mother, Qin Zhirou...

Xiu'er became like this because of Qin Zhirou.

She and Xiu'er drifted to the south, in the final analysis, it was also thanks to Qin Zhirou.

Mo Lingwei looked at the deep-seated hatred and fear in the child's clear pupils, rubbed his head with her palm, and said softly, "Xiu'er, before uncle died, he didn't hate grandma. .

Xiu'er must first learn to protect herself so that she will not get hurt before she can protect others.

Uncle gave his life to protect you, so Xiu'er's life is very precious, don't put yourself in danger at will, understand? "