I was reborn and returned to the age of three and a half. Did my mother also have a heart transplant

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night.

Just had dinner.

Mo Yan was just about to give her little cub a bath when Alai came over with Weng De.

Standing in the main hall of the Pei family, looking at Mo Yan's impatient face under the kerosene lamp, even though Alai felt that he and Mo Yan's sister were relatively close, he felt a little flustered and uneasy at this moment.

"Sister Mo Yan, I'm sorry to bother you so late. Weng De just wanted to ask how serious Mr. Weng Chenggu's illness is."

Mo Yan glanced at Alai coldly after hearing this, "Doesn't he have a mouth? You have to ask everything!"

Alai's face turned pale. Weng De saw this and became anxious. He quickly took a half step forward and blocked Alai behind him. "Sister-in-law, it's my fault. If you want to scold me, just scold me."

"Get lost!" Mo Yan scolded mercilessly, "As a man, don't you have any sense of responsibility? When something happens, you always expect others to stand in front of you?"

"This is what happened with the gold mine, and this is also what happened with the decision to escape. Now you don't even have the courage to ask what terminal illness Weng Chenggu has? Do you even want to drag Alai into speaking for you?"

"I kept you in the village to teach because I thought you were knowledgeable and the children in the village needed a knowledgeable person to teach them knowledge. But, I tell you, you are not the only one. If you think I am using Alai to tie you down, you don't have to think so. You can leave at any time. For Alai's sake, I will not take back my life to save you."

It can be said that Mo Yan's scolding was very rude.

He didn't even give Wendell any face.

She had also thought about it. It seemed that educated people always felt that they were superior to others no matter what era or situation they were in.

She can respect knowledgeable people, but Mo Yan will never accept someone who thinks he is superior to others.

If that kind of arrogance that he is not aware of is unique to intellectuals, then I'm sorry, but today Mo Yan wants him to know that his arrogance and complacency are nothing in her eyes.

"Sister-in-law, I didn't!" Weng De was shocked.

He knew that if he didn't make the matter clear today, he would be excluded from Peijia Village in front of Mo Yan.

He took a deep breath and said, "I am just a coward and a useless person. First, I feel ashamed to ask you for help, and second, I feel uncomfortable. I shouldn't be soft-hearted for the person who hurt my parents. It's obviously him who has wronged our family, but now he looks like he has a lot of difficulties when he sees me. I told myself that it was all fake and he was acting. But I couldn't help but think back to the time when I was a child and I rode on his shoulders and he took me for a walk around the imperial city."

"In fact, since I left the capital and wandered around the world more than three years ago, I knew that I still missed the past. I couldn't hate him, but I had to. I will never forget the big-character poster he wrote to sever ties with me, which forced my parents into a desperate situation. I will also always remember the day I returned home and saw my parents hanging on the beam. I..."

As he spoke, Weng De seemed unable to bear such painful memories. He knelt down on one knee, covered his face with his hands, and began to cry.

"Onde!"

Alai couldn't help but shout out after all.

Then, with a pale face, he looked at Mo Yan with a pleading look, "Sister Mo Yan!"

"stand up!"

Mo Yan didn't show any mercy, she just called out calmly.

Weng De, who was afraid that Mo Yan would dislike him and drive him away, didn't even care about being sad and quickly stood up from the ground.

"So what do you want to do now? Think it over first. I don't like to hear a long and tedious story. You only have one chance."

This time, Weng De didn't dare to hesitate.

When one is forced to not be able to think carefully, what comes out of one's mouth must be instinctive, which is the thought that one has thought about the most in the deepest part of his heart.

Then I heard him say, "I want to know what terminal illness my uncle has. Is there any way you can save him, just like you saved me and Alai? Don't worry, if he can still live, I will definitely keep him in our Peijia Village. I will not let him leave here, and I will not let others know your ability. I will eliminate any possibility that may cause trouble to you and the village. I will not let the previous mistakes happen again."

The more he spoke, the smoother Weng De's thoughts became, and the more organized and logical his words became.

"You don't have to worry about saving my uncle being useless. He is dozens of times more knowledgeable than me. He is not only proficient in geology, physics, and mathematics, but he is also good at foreign languages. When he was young, my uncle studied in Europe and the United States, so he speaks fluent French, English, and German. The children in our village can't even go to elementary school. With the two of us here, we can teach them from elementary school to college."

"I am proficient in art. I can draw and write calligraphy. I have no problem with Chinese culture courses. Therefore, the two of us can take all the courses that can be learned in any other school. So, please give us a chance and save my uncle."

After feeling a little awkward when Weng De first said "Uncle", he found that it was not that difficult to utter these two words again.

Maybe I have indeed hated him all these years, but the deepest part of hatred is the inability to forget and let go of the past.

To be fair, when he was young, he spent most of his time with his uncle. It can be said that he was his uncle's first student in the true sense, both a nephew and a disciple. Therefore, those students taught by his uncle later, no matter how much older they were than him, would call him "Senior Brother Weng De" when they saw him.

Both of his parents are the type who are busy with their careers and rarely take care of their family and children.

If one had to ask him which one he had deeper feelings for, his parents or his uncle Weng Chenggu, it would definitely be for his uncle.

But everyone said that his parents' death was caused by his uncle's betrayal.

It was because of his letter of severance of relationship.

He had to hate.

So many years have passed, and he knew that his uncle had always wanted to explain to him, but he stubbornly refused to give him a chance to explain. He was afraid that once he explained, he would really soften his heart and forgive him, and then his parents' deaths would be in vain.

But now, he can no longer tolerate his willfulness and hesitation, his pretentiousness and constant trouble.

Because sister-in-law Mo Yan said that he only had one chance to express his demands, and if he couldn't make it clear, she wouldn't give him any more chances.

Mo Yan then nodded.

"That's right. You're a grown man but you can't even speak clearly. You don't even dare to speak. You want Alai to speak for you. I think you're really useless. Look, if I let you speak for yourself, you can also speak clearly! Okay, I get it."

"Uh--do you agree to that?"

"Well, since you've praised your uncle so highly, I can give him a chance to live. But I have to wait until their so-called work is over and everyone else has left. I won't treat your uncle in the presence of any outsiders. As long as he can hold out until everyone else leaves, he can live. If he doesn't finish his student work and doesn't leave, and your uncle's body can't hold him back for me to save him, you can't blame me."