Long meaning

When Mo Jinru finally regained his composure, Mo Lingsu naturally didn't dare to ask anything about Liu Yuan, and Xie Wuwu naturally couldn't ask, so if he knew half of the information, he would eventually want to know the other half , Mo Lingsu put Mo Jinru on the soft couch in the study, let him rest on the couch, and arranged for someone to take care of him, and then he left the study.

Mo Lingsu came out of the study, and suddenly wanted to see Xie Wuwu, even though he was full of hostility towards him now, he still wanted to see him, hesitated a little, and went directly to the room where Xie Wuwu was.

When Mo Lingsu came to Xie Wuwu's room, Xie Wuwu was still in the same posture as when Mo Lingsu left, lying on his back on the couch, it seemed that he hadn't changed at all, now that Mo Lingsu came again, he didn't respond, he closed his eyes, and he didn't know what it was Not already asleep.

Mo Lingsu walked to Xie Wuwu's couch, and sat down on the edge. Xie Wuwu didn't open his eyes, so he just looked at Xie Wuwu's face quietly. After all, Xie Wuwu, who was still pretending to be asleep, couldn't help it. Opening his eyes, he looked at Mo Lingsu with a gloomy look. "What exactly do you want?"

"What do I think? I think, but what can I do, Wuwu, can't you really forgive me?" Mo Lingsu laughed at himself, and wanted to shake Xie Wuwu's hand, but in the end he didn't dare to move.

"Do you, Mr. Mo, need my forgiveness?" Xie Wuwu said and closed his eyes again, he really didn't want to see Mo Lingsu.

"Sorry, no intention." Mo Lingsu let out a long sigh, then lowered his head and laughed at himself. "I know you don't want to hear anything from me, but I really want to make it up to you."

"Then let me go." Xie Wuwu suddenly opened his eyes and said.

"When your strength recovers, I'll send you back to Xiejiabao." Mo Lingsu was stunned for a moment, but he really didn't want to make Xie Wuwu unhappy anymore. Although he was reluctant to part with it, he had no other choice.

"Really?" Xie Wuwu didn't expect Mo Lingsu to agree so readily, and he didn't believe it.

"I don't want to make you sad anymore, how can I not respond to what you think." Mo Lingsu stood up after speaking. "I will send you meals for the next few days. Eat well and nourish your body so that you can recover faster. If you don't want to see me, I won't bother you anymore." After speaking, Mo Lingsu So he stepped out of the door, even though he was very reluctant to give up, he still closed the door, separating the two worlds inside and outside.

After leaving Xie Wuwu's room, he was still unwilling to leave for a long time, but staying here for a long time is not a good thing. Now Xie Wuwu is full of defensive hostility towards him. If he is a little careless, the relationship between the two will only worsen, and the reunion will never be expected. I had no choice but to leave voluntarily.

But after leaving, Mo Lingsu found that he had no idea where to go. At this time, he was a little confused. He had heard Mo Jinru tell some stories about his past. For example, he knew that Xie Wuwu was Liu Yuan's child, and then thought of Xie Yinggong's sending Xie Wuwu to undercover Mojiazhuang to steal the sword. Xiaoyuan walked over, maybe Father Yin could clear up some doubts for him.

When Mo Lingsu arrived at Father Yin's small courtyard, he was stunned for a moment. It was the first time he saw a father Yin who was not in a lazy state. At this time, he was sitting upright with a pipe in his hand, and he looked like he was waiting for him. People, Mo Lingsu only thought that he was waiting for the person who must come every year, but he didn't think that his class hadn't started yet, so Father Yin sent a message first: "Boy Mo, you are finally here!"

"Father Yin knew I would come?" Mo Lingsu was a little surprised. It seemed that Father Yin not only knew that he would come, but that meant that he came a bit late.

"How is it? Is your father alright? Is there something wrong with being sad?" Father Yin answered irrelevantly.

"Father Yin seems to know everything, so you should also know why I'm here?" Mo Lingsu said.

"Ask whatever you want!" Father Yin said with a flick of his beard.

"Then Lingsu asked Father Yin to clear up the confusion!" Mo Lingsu cupped his hands, and began to express his doubts: "Since Wuwu is Liu Yuan's child, even if something happens to the Yu family, Wuwuying should also be adopted by the Liu family. But why was he raised by Xie Yinggong?"

"This is the letter from Feige just received, you can read it for yourself!" Father Yin didn't answer, and directly handed a piece of origami to Mo Lingsu.

Mo Lingsu took the letter from Father Yin's hand with doubts on his face, lowered his head and opened it, and after reading it for a while, the doubts on his face became heavier. "Wouldn't you have been sent to Xie's house?"

Father Yin didn't say anything but just shook his beard to show his affirmation.

"Who sent Wuwu to Xiejiapu?" Mo Lingsu was even more puzzled. He had heard Mo Jinru's words before and felt that this matter was not simple. He was young and lived in West Lake, so he should not be familiar with the Xiejiabao people in Huainan. If he could send him to Xiejiabao, it means that the person who sent him knew the relationship between Liu Yuan and Xie Yinggong. Now that he knew this, Then he must also know Zhangtaimen, why not send him to Zhangtaimen Liu's house and send him to Xiejiabao.

"My old man doesn't know about this, I can't find out." Father Yin spread his hands seriously.

"Is there something else that Father Yin doesn't know?" Mo Lingsu said.

"You think my old man is a god?" Father Yin raised his eyebrows and asked.

"In Lingsu's mind, Father Yin is a god!" Mo Lingsu said.

"Okay, brat, you'll be flattering and flattering." Father Yin slumped on the chair after he finished speaking, and all the previous positiveness was gone now, and he returned to his lazy state. "However, my old man hasn't been in good shape a few times throughout the year, so I'm going to talk to you seriously today."

"Father, please tell me." Mo Ling said solemnly.

"My old man can see how you feel about the child of the Yu family. I never thought that your father, who was so obsessed with Liu Yuan back then, would be fascinated by her child again when he came to you. Let alone him now. Will you be willing to give in to you as a man, just say that his coming to Mojiazhuang must not be as simple as stealing a sword." After finishing speaking, Father Yin put the big pipe to his mouth again, and started to smoke it.

"Dad, do you think there are other plots by Xie Yinggong behind this?" Mo Lingsu felt a little awkward when Dad Yin mentioned his unintentional affair with Xie, but he quickly suppressed it because of what Dad Yin said. The child just hit the place where he was worried.

"If it's that old boy from the Xie family, that's not the case at all! He and your father were both raised by my old man, and his heart can't be too bad. That kid is the one who wants to save face the most, and asks people to steal things from your house. , is enough to make him face, let alone planning other things." Father Yin said, picking his chin with his fingers. "Besides, that old boy from the Xie family doesn't care more about Liu Yuan than your father, how could he be willing to let Liu Yuan's child come to your house to steal some broken sword so easily!"

"Then what does Father Yin mean?" Mo Lingsu frowned.

"You, just be more careful. Other things, my old man is not sure about things, so don't talk nonsense." Father Yin shook his legs, crossed his legs, and continued to smoke cigarettes.

After a moment of silence, Mo Lingsu bowed to Father Yin. "Since that's the case, then Ling Su didn't ask too many questions. I would like to thank Father Yin."

"You're still being polite with me, old man, so what's the point? Go back and see your father. Emotional injuries are the hardest to heal. Take care of him carefully, and enlighten him more." Father Yin said.

"I would like to thank my father for my father's concern. Ling Su will leave." After Mo Lingsu finished speaking, he was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly saw a person with the same gray hair coming out of Father Yin's room, "Senior, you are here this year. Much earlier than in previous years."

"Yeah, I'm getting old and I don't know how many years I have left to live. The children at home have relatives, so I don't have to watch over and take care of them every day. I'll visit my old friends earlier." The old man saw Mo Ling Su was also very warm, and said with a smile.

"The two seniors are both long-lived people, and it is too early to say their fate at this time." Mo Ling said solemnly.

"Young master of the Xie Mo family, you have lived for so many years, it doesn't matter if you are a hundred years old or not." The old man said.

"Senior is indifferent to the situation, but practice is rare." Mo Ling said solemnly.

"Haha, you kid is really good at pleasing people." The old man was very happy to be amused by Mo Lingsu's words, he stroked his beard and laughed. "Lao Yin has told me about the recent affairs of your family. If one day you encounter difficulties and you really can't make it through, you can ask Lao Yin to send a letter to my old man. The relatives my child has found should be equal to you. Some fate may be able to help me a little bit."

"I don't know who is the relative who the senior found?" Mo Lingsu didn't understand the old man's words, why his relatives were destined to be with him.

"Other things, my old man won't talk too much, Lao Yin understands, if you encounter a hurdle that you can't get over, just ask Lao Yin, he knows what to send to me." The old man said.

"Yes, thank you senior, Ling Su made a note." Since the old man refused to say more, Mo Lingsu didn't ask any more questions. He bowed his hands to the two old men, turned around again, and then left the small courtyard.

It wasn't until Mo Lingsu walked away that the old man turned to look at Father Yin. "I said, Lao Yin, why didn't you tell the kid from the Mo family all about it, and put him on guard!"

Father Yin raised his eyes to look at the old man. "I've told him about the things I'm not sure about. If I'm wrong, it's not that I won't be safe at the end of the festival. The left and right things haven't come to Mojiazhuang yet. Let's talk about it later."

"I think you like the Mo family's father and son very much. I'm lucky. I picked up a son and have a grandson. You should also treat him as a family member. You have to say what you have to say!" the old man said. .

"I said, Lao Huang, since you picked up a son who has nothing to do with you, you have been pissed off with me, what are you so pissed about!" Father Yin said.

"What's my name? I'm concerned about you. Why don't you think of others in your mind?" said the old man.

"I said, Old Huang, you are half buried in the ground, why are you living more and more hypocritical, what do you mean not to miss you?" After finishing speaking, Old Man Yin stood up after throwing away his pipe, and rolled it. Sleeves began to blow mustache and stare.

"Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing. The old man surnamed Huang said.

"I'm a bachelor, you're not a bachelor, you're half-baked, don't say who's less." Father Yin said with his waist in his hands.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you." Old Man Huang rolled his eyes, and he didn't want to talk to Father Yin anymore.

"I..." Father Yin frowned, and blew his beard a few times, but he gave in first, and sat down on the chair with a flick of his sleeves. "It's rare to come here once. Can we not quarrel and have a good talk with me?"

"It's you who want to quarrel with me." Old Man Huang said.

"I don't want to quarrel with you, aren't I used to it!" Father Yin said.

"Then you didn't say you want to change it. You have been talking about it for more than 20 years, and you haven't seen it." Huang Lao said.

"Isn't this irreversible!" Father Yin said.

"Okay, don't talk to you, think about what to have for lunch, I want to eat meat." Old Man Huang rolled his eyes again, sat on the stool next to him, and waited for Old Man Yin to report the name of the dish.

"Enough meat pipes, enough meat pipes, let's stop arguing!" Old Man Yin turned his chair to face Old Man Huang. Although his face was covered with a beard, he still showed a flattering expression.

"It's like this every time." Old Man Huang rolled his eyes at Father Yin again, but the expression on his face was obviously not angry.