Reborn as the shadow of the old Gong

"Baby is up! Baby is up! Baby is up!"

The childlike alarm sound brought Mo Jingxuan, who was still deep in thought, back to reality, and he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth that didn't exist.

After struggling with the alarm for a while, Mo Jingxuan looked like a child on the bed. Although the curtains were not opened, and the sun did not shine in, the shadow could not be seen at the moment, but Mo Jingxuan was still firmly connected to Xiao Xiaozi. It's just invisible to the naked eye.

"Hmm..." On the old wooden bed, the thin child rubbed his eyes, sat up in a daze, got out of bed after a while, kicked on the little slippers and walked to the simple but clean kitchen, sat on the rice cooker with water, After that, I went to the bathroom, went to the toilet, washed my hands, brushed my teeth, and washed my face. After everything was cleaned up, the water in the rice cooker was boiled. The child skillfully grabbed the noodles from the drawer and put them in. After boiling, I had breakfast with pickles .

"Good morning, grandma!" The little child sat alone in front of the old wooden table, facing a black and white photo on the table, talking to himself while eating, talking about the better things that happened at school yesterday. thing.

Mo Jingxuan has seen such a scene many times, but it still makes his heart ache. He still remembers the first time Mo Jingxuan was surprised when he carefully observed Xiao Ying's living environment, the old house, the old furniture , everything reveals the poverty of this family. He doesn't understand why Xiao Ying, the eldest son of Xiao, who is the eldest son of the four major families in the imperial capital, would lead such a life. The one who took him back to Xiao's family never thought that he would actually live this kind of life before that.

He also learned from the neighbors who came to visit Xiao Ying a few days ago that Xiao Ying's grandmother had been dead for half a year, that is to say, a 4-year-old child had been living like this alone for half a year.

A half-grown child should be pampered and coaxed by their parents, and then followed behind them coquettishly and foolishly, but Xiao Ying was burdened with such a life at such an immature age.

In addition to the Xiao family in the imperial capital, Xiao Ying actually has a relative here, Xiao Ying's mother's sister, Xiao Ying's aunt, this woman only came when his grandmother passed away, for the old house Xiao Ying lives in now Yes, it's just that it didn't appear much after seeing that the old man left the house and the 3 yuan in the passbook to Xiao Ying in his will.

Neighbor Aunt Liu saw that the child was pitiful and tried to persuade Xiao Ying's aunt to raise Xiao Ying, but Xiao Ying's aunt proposed to put the house under her name and give her the money for safekeeping. Their family moved into this old house, and Xiao Ying moved to their rented house Where she lives, she is responsible for Xiao Ying's tuition fees, three meals a day, until Xiao Ying is 16 years old.

At that time, the little Xiao Ying refused because she didn't want to leave the house where she lived with her grandma. His aunt also cruelly never came to see her again. So far, except for the neighbors who come to visit from time to time, Xiao Ying lives alone.

The information about Aunt Xiao Ying was obtained by Mo Jingxuan by extending his consciousness outside the house, and from the chats of the neighbors after dinner. Mo Jingxuan was extremely repulsive and disgusted with this woman whom he had never seen but only heard about. Especially when watching a child eating alone is even better.

Mo Jingxuan knew that Xiao Ying's aunt was still waiting for this stubborn and strong child to compromise, and Mo Jingxuan also knew that she would not be able to wait, because as long as Xiao Ying decided, he would go all the way to the dark. Old, it was the same when he was a child, and it was the same when he grew up to treat the person he identified, and he never looked back after death.

Thinking of the last gunshot in the previous life, Mo Jingxuan's mood was a little unstable, and his body in the shadow state produced a slight fluctuation of its own accord, but it didn't attract the attention of Mo Jingxuan, who was completely immersed in the memory.

Mo Jingxuan was still immersed in memories, while the little Xiao Ying had already carried his old schoolbag and headed to the school he hated the most.

"Little Shadow!"

Xiao Ying stopped and turned to look at the young woman in front of her who was walking towards her at a fast pace pushing a bicycle. Mo Jingxuan was also pulled around half a circle and was forced to look at the person coming.

"Xiao Ying is going to school!" the young woman asked after squatting in front of Xiao Ying after the bicycle stopped.

Xiao Ying looked at the woman in silence for a while before nodding.

The young woman didn't care about the child's slightly indifferent attitude. She gently rubbed the child's soft hair and then held the child's hand, "Auntie will drop you there!"

After another moment of silence, Xiao Ying nodded, and obediently opened her small arms, allowing the woman to smile and carry her into the child's special chair behind the bicycle.

"Sit tight, Auntie is ready to go!"

"Um"

After receiving the child's response, the young woman pedaled her bicycle and set off steadily towards the school with the child.

Mo Jingxuan looked at the child in the backseat with red eyes, stubbornly pursing his lips tightly to prevent tears from falling, his heart ached so badly, he was still a child, no matter how strong he looked, he still longed to be loved and cared in his heart, Be treated with tenderness.

Thinking of Xiao Ying's mother who passed away early and grandma who passed away half a year ago, Mo Jingxuan sighed weakly as he looked at himself, the feeling of being able to just watch helplessly like this is really terrible.

When they were happy, time always passed quickly. They arrived at the school gate after a while, and watched the young woman leave at the school gate. The child turned and walked towards the teaching building until he could no longer see her back.

Standing in front of the three-storey teaching building, the child pursed his lips before walking in. Mo Jingxuan knew what kind of existence this not grand or even dilapidated building existed in the child's heart. He was like a mountain, It weighs heavily on the child's shoulders, here he didn't get the childhood he deserved, followed by only exclusion and ridicule, they are all half-grown children, as clean as a white paper, they don't know how to hide, they follow the crowd , they impose the most hurtful words on children as a fun game, they are not assertive enough to understand right and wrong, so they take it for granted to exclude a child of the same age, all because other people do the same, they do not understand How much harm did this do to little Xiao Ying? In their eyes, this might just be a fun game.

Standing at the door of the first-grade classroom, Xiao Ying tightened the strap of the schoolbag in her hand, as if it took a lot of courage to support him to walk in.

"Hey, the little broom star that no one wants is here." A child took the lead.

"Hahaha, little broom star" the whole class booed together.

Look, that's it, the immature and sweet child's voice is saying such cruel words.

Faced with the same harm as before, Xiao Ying could only fight back with silence, because the rebuttal words could only get ridiculed and bullied intensified.

The back of the child clenched his fists and walked towards the seat was so helpless and lonely, Mo Jingxuan coldly glanced at the faces smiling heartlessly, his chest was full of endless anger and disgust, he used to He doesn't hate children, he even likes them a little bit, but now his love for Xiao Ying makes him want to tear off those innocent and innocent faces with his own hands. Important people are bullied and ridiculed like this, only those who care know how it feels.

No matter how angry or disgusted Mo Jingxuan is, it can't change anything, he can only helplessly let the child face it alone.

Xiao Ying stood in front of the table for two in the front row, looked at the glaring white [-]th line on the table expressionlessly, and turned sideways to prepare to unload the small schoolbag on her back.

"Ah! Take your dirty schoolbag away, it touched me, don't infect me with bad luck." The girl at the same table screamed and stood up and ran away.

Xiao Ying froze for a moment, then silently put the schoolbag into the drawer, pursed her lips and sat in her seat.

"Yo, yo, Bai Weiwei has been infected with bad luck, it's going to be unlucky" The classroom roared again.

The noise of the children made the little girl stare at Xiao Ying angrily, and then she cried out, "I don't want to be unlucky, I don't want to become a little bastard without a father." The crying became louder and louder, her beautiful face wrinkled into a ball, Li Hua With the appearance of rain, it seems that he has really become a child without parents.

Then the child who really has no parents can only sit in his own position helplessly at this moment, watching the little girl cry, anxiously wanting to say something but hesitant to speak, which made Mo Jingxuan so distressed that he did several things in succession. take a deep breath.

"Wei Wei, don't cry, I'll avenge you." Seeing the heartbroken look of the beautiful girl, the child Wang immediately stood up, strode to the podium, picked up the chalk tip on the podium, and vigorously pointed at the motionless chalk on the seat. Xiao Ying smashed them one by one, on Xiao Ying's hair, face, and body, leaving red, white, and blue dots on that thin body. The class was silent, a violent scene that had never been experienced before. Make them a little scared.

The hiccupping girl who was crying just now also stopped crying, and was stunned for a while, looking at the distressed Xiao Ying, she stretched out her hand in fear and grabbed the child Wang who was still smashing the chalk head, "Wang Bin, forget it, forget it, stop beating"

"No, I will avenge you today, and see if he dares to touch you in the future." Seeing that the chalk end was thrown away, Wang Bin picked up the blackboard eraser next to him and threw it at the child.

The sharp corner raised from the iron side of the blackboard eraser hit Xiao Ying's forehead heavily.

"Xiao!!" Seeing Xiao Huan's forehead immediately turned red, and blood scrambled to cover half of the child's face in an instant, Mo Jingxuan was so angry that he lost his mind, and the transparent shadow suddenly stretched towards Wang Bin's neck go.

At the same time, Xiao Ying looked down at the blood dripping on the white shirt, raised her hand and touched the red cat embroidery on his chest, which was embroidered by grandma when she was trying to mend the hole in the shirt's chest. It was embroidered for him by his favorite grandmother...

The red blood had already stained all the yellow cat embroidery red, and Xiao Ying's eyes gradually turned cold. He stopped looking at the embroidery, picked up the pencil case on the table, rushed to Wang Bin quickly, raised his hand once and fiercely. He beat Wang Bin who was dumbfounded by the blood.

And the transparent shadow extended by Mo Jingxuan also materialized out of control, and finally strangled Wang Bin's neck, until there were crying and shouting in the classroom, and someone screamed "Wang Bin rolled his eyes, call the teacher!" Mo Jingxuan calmed down After coming down, his sanity recovered, he glanced at Wang Bin, who was already half-dizzy, and Xiao Ying, who was still beating someone, tried to stretch out his transparent arm, grabbed the corner of the child's clothes and pulled it back gently, watching Xiao Ying's passive Being dragged back a few steps by himself, Mo Jingxuan heaved a sigh of relief.

The children in the class looked at Xiao Ying who was covered in blood and suddenly staggered back a few steps, and they were so frightened that they also took a few steps back.

Glancing at Wang Bin, who had fallen to the ground, and looking at Xiao Ying who hadn't recovered, Mo Jingxuan frowned, annoyed that he had just lost his mind just now, and his attack was a bit ruthless. He knew that the child just passed out due to lack of oxygen, and he didn't What would be a big problem, but now one is lying down with a bruised face, and the other is standing... standing... even though his face is covered in blood... He is afraid that Xiao Ying, who has no parents to back him up and is bullied by the children in the class, will be judged as wrong party.