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Time passed quickly, a few days passed in a blink of an eye, and it was almost the Dragon Boat Festival. Mo Jinru's spirit finally recovered, and he would occasionally go to the yard to make tea. After all, after all these years of hardships, it is not so easy He was knocked down, which reassured Mo Lingsu a lot.

The Dragon Boat Festival is a big day. People like to drink realgar wine and dry some mugwort on this day. It is said that the medicinal value of mugwort on the day of Dragon Boat Festival is much higher than usual. Whether it is true or not, people who pick mugwort on this day There are always a lot. Mojiazhuang also sent people to pick mugwort, but there are many villagers nearby, so it becomes difficult to find mugwort. Fortunately, there are villagers down the mountain who are grateful for the kindness of Mojiazhuang, and will send some one after another. This saved the people of Mojiazhuang a lot of trouble.

This was the day before the Dragon Boat Festival, and Mo Lingsu was talking with Mo Jinru, but at this time someone came to report that the head of Luojia Village said he wanted to see Mo Lingsu at the door. Thinking that something went wrong, he briefly explained it to Mo Jinru, then got up and went to see Village Chief Luo.

When Mo Lingsu arrived at the door, Village Chief Luo had obviously been waiting for a while, and when he saw Mo Lingsu coming out, he hurried up to meet him. "Mr. Mo, you can come out!"

"Village Chief Luo, but another accident happened in Luojia Village?" Mo Lingsu looked at Village Chief Luo carefully, and saw that there was still a smile on his face. It didn't look like something was wrong, but he still asked as usual.

"It's okay, it's okay, Mr. Mo is helping Luojia Village, it's alright!" Village Chief Luo waved his hand with a smile, and then handed a bulging cloth bag to Mo Lingsu. "This, it's the zongzi made by people in our village. Isn't this the Dragon Boat Festival? We also know that there is nothing missing in Mojiazhuang, but we have received the favor of Mojiazhuang, and we always want to return something. This zongzi is just ours. I hope Mr. Mo will not be disgusted and accept it."

"Village Chief Luo is polite, life in the village is not easy, and Lingsu still has such a heart, how dare Lingsu dislike it." Mo Lingsu took the bag and held it in his hand. There were quite a lot of rice dumplings in it.

"As long as you are willing to accept it, if you are willing to accept it, then my zongzi has also been delivered, so I will not delay Mr. Mo's business, and I will go back first." Village Chief Luo turned and walked back as he said.

"Village Chief Luo, go slowly." Mo Lingsu said goodbye, then turned around, and was about to walk into the village, who knew that Xie Wuwu was standing in front of him just two steps away, and stopped immediately, a little surprised. "Unintentionally, why are you here, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"I'm fine!" Xie Wuwu said expressionlessly.

"It's only been a few days, it's definitely not a recovery, I'd better go back and rest." After Mo Lingsu finished speaking, he walked over, wanting to help Xie Wuwu's shoulders, but was left sideways by someone, so he had to withdraw his hand in embarrassment.

"You said that you would let me go when I'm well." Xie Wuwu said while leaning sideways.

"I said it, but your body hasn't healed yet." Mo Lingsu said.

"I said I'm ready." Xie Wuwu frowned.

"It doesn't matter if your pulse is healed or not. I felt your pulse last night when you fell asleep..." Mo Lingsu suddenly shut up in the middle of the sentence, and hurried to see Xie Wuwu's expression. Sure enough, Xie Wuwu's face was darkened.

"Mo Lingsu, I lied to you, and you insulted me. Even if you and I are even, we will never see each other again." After Xie Wuwu finished speaking, he started to walk outside the village.

"Wuwu, wait." Seeing that Xie Wuwu really wanted to leave, Mo Lingsu hurried over to stop Xie Wuwu, and forced a smile. "This is a rice dumpling sent by the villagers of Luojia Village. Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, so it's not too late for you to taste it before leaving."

"No need." After Xie Wuwu finished speaking, he used the hilt of his sword to block Mo Lingsu, then he never looked at Mo Lingsu again, and walked straight out of the village.

Mo Lingsu wanted to stop Xie Wuwu again, but he knew he couldn't, so he just watched Xie Wuwu step by step out of Mojiazhuang and disappeared in front of him, and Mo Lingsu's heart was also broken.

Back in the village, Mo Lingsu casually handed over the cloth bag containing the zongzi to one of the Zhuang Ding, and walked towards the garden step by step with his eyes blank.

"Lingsu is back, but Luojia Village..." Mo Jinru was making tea at this time, when he saw Mo Lingsu coming from a distance, he prepared tea for him, but he saw Mo Lingsu's expression that was not quite right. "Little fish is gone?"

"Father guessed it." Mo Lingsu had already walked in front of Mo Jinru at this time, sat on the stone bench in the direction of the teacup Mo Jinru put, took a look at the tea, picked it up and drank it down.

"This is tea, not wine, so you don't have to worry about it." Although Mo Jinru said so, he refilled another glass for Mo Lingsu.

"Father, did the child do something wrong?" Mo Lingsu raised his eyes and looked at Mo Jinru and said.

"You did something you shouldn't do to Xiaoyu!" Mo Jinru said.

"The child is impulsive." Mo Ling said solemnly.

"The word love hurts people, it hurts me and you too." Mo Jinru sighed.

"Father never thought of doing this to Liu Yuan?" Mo Lingsu suddenly asked secretly.

Mo Jinru was taken aback by Mo Lingsu's question, but he quickly calmed down and laughed at himself. "I thought about it, but I didn't dare."

"My boy dared, but my boy regretted it!" Mo Lingsu said with a dejected face.

"There is no medicine for regret in the world!" Mo Jinru said, looking up at the floating clouds in the sky. "But Lingsu is better than being a father. Lingsu still has a chance, but I don't even think about it."

"What does father mean?" Mo Ling raised his eyes to look at Mo Jinru in surprise, fearing that he might be distracted.

"Since I missed him, I went to find him. Xiaoyu is still young, and my son is only a weakling. If you don't try, how will you know?" Mo Jinru said with a light smile.

"Father..." Mo Lingsu's lips parted, a little unsure if he heard it wrong. "Do you mind if Wuxin is a man? Me and him... the successor of the Mo family..."

"I didn't have a relationship with Yuan'er as a father back then, and I originally planned not to marry for the rest of my life, but my family saw that I was sad, so they decided to arrange your mother for me. I am irresponsible and have no descendants, although my two elder brothers are separated from me, but now they are full of children and grandchildren, and the Mo family has no shortage of successors." After Mo Jinru finished speaking, he patted Mo Lingsu on the shoulder. "It's useless to have regrets in the past, and it's up to you to fight tomorrow."

"Father, my son..." Mo Lingsu was sure that he heard correctly this time, the corners of his eyes were a little hot, and he didn't know what to say for a long time.

"Life is short, and there are only those years when you can be willful." Mo Jinru stood up after finishing speaking. "Xiaoyu probably hasn't gone far yet. My father injured him that day, and now I'm a little worried, so you go and take care of him for my father. Don't let Xiaoyu make any mistakes along the way."

Mo Lingsu was stunned for a moment, then realized after a while, and stood up at once. "Yes, baby, let's go."

Mo Lingsu left with eager steps, and Mo Jinru watched quietly without stopping. After a long time, Mo Lingsu had long since disappeared, and a helpless smile spread over Mo Jinru's face. Self-healing said: "I only wish that my son would be like me. If I can't ask for it, I will regret it for life."