[Mo Mao] You don't know me

Mo Yu knew from a very young age that he was a person full of sins.

So he thought, maybe this is the case, so no matter how long, he can only ask for nothing.

He begged for the life of Daoxiang Village, but Daoxiang Village was destroyed.

He only wanted to take the child to grow up slowly until he could support himself. He wanted to raise the child for a lifetime, but he lost the child.

He just wanted to stand with the child, but fate tricked him, so he had to go to the Valley of the Wicked.

He only wanted brother Mo Yu who would be a child forever, but he was defeated by the joker Mo Da Xia.

The doll he gave away was not accepted, and he and he finally confronted each other, a life-and-death duel, he...he watched the child die before his eyes.

Mo Yu didn't ask much, he wanted to take his children to a remote and peaceful village and live a life like Daoxiang Village.

can't ask for... can't ask for...

He is not the heroic hero of the league full of chivalry, nor is he the notorious owner of the villain Gu Shaogu, that's great, even if he still wanders without food, it has become his extravagant wish.

By now, Mo Yu had already prepared for the worst. He didn't know if he would be able to persist until he found Maomao and brought him back to Daoxiang Village.

If he still can't find it in the end, then he will go back alone, taking the giant queer that fell at the bottom of the cliff with him.

Mo Yu found that he had already accepted such an ending, after all, he always couldn't ask for it.

I don't know if it's habit or numbness.

"Master, don't you want to recuperate first in Baling County?" Mo Sha knew that Mo Yu's recent situation was really not good.

In fact, Mo Sha finds many things inexplicable, but he is just a servant, and he should not know everything about his master's situation, especially this master is obviously difficult to get along with.

Now that the matter has been dealt with, Mo Yu naturally won't stay any longer. As for recuperating, he didn't suffer any injuries in the first place, so there is no need to recuperate.

From Baling to Luodao and then to Yangzhou, Mo Yu remembered the rag doll that was thrown in Yangzhou last time, and finally couldn't hold back, and turned into Yangzhou city.

The current weather is like a child's face. Mo Yu just bought a rag doll from a grocer, when a bolt of lightning struck the sky, followed by a downpour of rain. Mo Yu stood under the eaves and stretched out his hand, and the rain soon got wet Putting on black gloves, Mo Sha stood behind him, and the grocer sighed that the rain was really heavy.

"Let's go." Stuffing the doll into his arms, Mo Yu walked into the rain first, and Mo Sha was stunned for a moment and quickly followed.

The rain came so quickly that many pedestrians on the road were not ready yet, and they were running to find a place to hide from the rain. The overlapping rain curtains made it difficult to see clearly in the distance.

"Master, it's raining too much, why don't we hide in the teahouse in front..." Mo Sha bumped into Mo Yu's back as soon as he finished speaking, and immediately took a step back in fright, almost kneeling down, but Mo Yu But nothing happened.

Mo Sha raised his head, looked in Mo Yu's direction, and saw a figure holding an umbrella walking forward slowly. It is already June, but that figure was clearly wearing thick clothes and A thick cloak, and a rag doll can be seen looming beside the cloak. This dress doesn't match this month at all.

Mo Sha knew at a glance that the person holding the umbrella must be weak and sick.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the umbrella could no longer stop it. Mo Yu stood in the rain and looked at the back of the person who was walking crookedly and working hard.

Even wearing thick clothes, Mo Yu can recognize it at a glance, but he will not go forward. Over the years, he has seen a lot of backs similar to Mu Xuanying. Rather than rushing up and finding that it is a stranger, Mo Yu would rather look at Mirage.

The ground at the gate of Yangzhou City is covered with neat bluestone slabs. This kind of road is easy to slip on such a rainy day. A gust of wind blows by. People who have already walked hard slipped and fell on the bluestone slabs. Blown away by the wind.

Mo Sha saw that the moment the man slipped and fell, his master stretched out his hand in mid-air, as if he wanted to support him, but unless he used light skills at such a distance, it would definitely be too late.

The young man seemed to be in pain from the fall, and he struggled for a long time without getting up. Yu Banxian, who was waiting under the willow tree, dropped the sail in his hand and walked over to help him up. Mo Yu, who was watching all this, confronted, "Mo Yu."

Mu Xuanying, who was shivering from the cold, turned her head abruptly, looked at Mo Yu who was staring at her and muttered to herself, "Brother Mo Yu..."

It was obvious that Mu Xuanying's voice was very low, and there was obviously the sound of rain and wind all around, but Mo Yu heard that "Brother Mo Yu".

Mo Yu's heart trembled. Looking at the other person who was so thin that only his bones remained, he felt his heart ache, as if being crushed. He wrapped his arms around himself and knelt down like this, as if he was enduring What a pain.

"Master!"

"Brother Yu!" Mu Xuanying was startled, and staggered towards him, "Brother Mo Yu, where is your pain? Where is your pain?"

Mo Yu raised his head, his eyes were red, and Mu Xuanying's hand that was holding him trembled, and slowly let go.

Mo Yu would kill him, not to mention the sick Mo Yu, even the sober Mo Yu, they would all kill him.

Mu Xuanying seemed to be crying and laughing, and hugged Mo Yu with all her strength.

From the moment he woke up, he knew that he couldn't go back. Even if this Mo Yu wasn't his brother Mo Yu, he still wanted to hug him.

He misses him very much, misses him very much.

Mo Yu pulled the person away from her body, looked at Mu Xuanying who was waiting to die with her eyes closed but the tears were flowing down with the rain, she reached out to caress his face, her voice trembling and crying, "Maomao, Maomao..."

The author has something to say: Congratulations on getting together, how are you, I am my real mother, right?