Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The scene in the memory was a bit unstable, and the voices heard were some noises, and then there was a long silence.

The world was empty, and the young child hiding in front of the house no longer dared to look at what was going on inside. He squatted there covering his face, suppressing his sobs in his throat, but the intermittent sound from inside was enough to make a child collapse.

Mu Qiong's voice was suppressed, and it sounded like a ghost roaring in the child's ears, "Chuan, he can't be counted as our child."

Ye Lichuan hadn't recovered from what she said before, but she was knocked out of his mind by her words. Before he could speak in the future, Mu Qiong said again: "He's not our child, he's just a bastard!"

The child couldn't understand the words of swearing, but the tone of the swearing was always recognizable, so when the voice of the person inside fell, his body trembled involuntarily, buried his face deeper, and shrunk his body even smaller.

He was already young, and when he squatted in a corner, he would not be able to notice that there was someone squatting there if he didn't pay attention, but now he was curled up in an extremely small size, as if vulnerable to a single blow.

Mo Yun always forgot his current situation, and wanted to touch him, but he could only watch helplessly as his hands passed through the child. In the end, he could only lean closer carefully, hugging him very lightly, not daring to use any strength.

What he hugged was nothingness, but he didn't dare to use force for fear of breaking it.

It was silent for a long time, and finally Ye Lichuan's heartbroken voice came, "How can you say that?"

His voice trembled slightly, like a solitary leaf falling down tremblingly, and fell on the ground and returned to calm.

"Why did Chen'er..." He paused for a moment, seemingly hesitating, but he still didn't repeat the woman's words, but gritted his teeth and let out a voice that was as stable as possible from his trembling soul.

"You are pregnant in October,..."

"Shut up!" Mu Qiong interrupted his words directly, his voice suddenly raised high, emotionally, "I'm pregnant for ten months? It's not my own! It's yours, it's this body, and I have nothing to do with it relation!"

This memory was suddenly darkened, only the sound of the wind that was crushing and destructive, like a ghost pounced on, the woman's voice was like a saw, grinding on the heartstrings, in the darkness, the child lost her voice and dimmed her color.

The little guy that Mo Yun was holding carefully disappeared, as if dissolving in the darkness, or dissipating.

The vision is completely black, and the voice heard is clearer and more terrifying, more like a ghost claw in the night, with the power to insult everything.

The woman's voice became sharper and her emotions became more and more broken.

"He is not my child!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise in my ear, probably because the porcelain bowl was pushed to the ground with a bang, and it was broken into several petals and shattered into powder.

"Mu Qiong!"

Another muffled sound, the woman should be under control, two voices sounded at the same time.

Depressed, "Calm down first..."

Furious, "Let me go!"

A messy sound sounded, and one could imagine how messy the scene was when standing in the dark and listening to the sound.

"Listen to me first—" Ye Lichuan was probably hurt by Mu Qiong, he snorted, but he tried his best to regain the woman's reason, but her voice was somewhat anxious.

"Qioner, calm down first." There was a moment of silence in the darkness, and the atmosphere seemed to calm down a bit, "When I met you back then, you said that you had never been to the plane of comprehension, and you were very interested in the monsters here, so you came here to take advantage of it." The body of a dying demon—”

"But you are the main god. From the moment your soul enters, this body is yours."

The man's tone was as slow as possible, as gentle as water, rippling, suppressing the turbulent dark waves underneath.

Mu Qiong didn't know what she was thinking, and it took a long time before she spoke, her voice was still broken, "But after returning to the plane, Chen'er's appearance is different from mine, his physical body has nothing to do with me, and his soul is also different from mine. I'm fine, I..."

"I'm not his mother, and he's not my child."

"Back then, I shouldn't have given birth to him. Ye Lichuan, I also wanted to love Chen'er, but when I thought about it, when I thought about him being the child born of you and someone else's body..."

Mu Qiong took a deep breath, "I'm disgusted!"

Something seemed to be broken in the darkness, shattered into thousands of residues, all pierced into the child's undeveloped heart.

All sound is gone, only nothingness remains.

It was terribly quiet, as if in the depths of hell, above which was the blue spring and blue sky, resisting all the voices from the mortal world, leaving nothing but emptiness and darkness, with the wind whistling softly.

It took a long time before the voices from outside came intermittently. The man's persuasion and the woman's fury pressed down on this dark and dull space, causing the listener's ears to ring.

"Before, I loved you so much. Actually, I was not happy to use this body to give birth to Chen'er for you, but you are very happy." Mu Qiong's voice gradually calmed down, still suppressing unknown emotions, "Chuan , I know you can see clearly, and I know that you don’t care if you don’t have a good body, but, when I see that Chen’er doesn’t have any of me, I really, I really can’t accept him.”

"It's like - I let another woman have a child for the one I love the most, and I can't accept him."

The woman's voice was too ice-like, as if the red lotus karmic fire couldn't melt this person.

"I gave him life, and I can make him die."

In the darkness, a white light suddenly bursts out, glaring tightly, and the skylight leaks into the eyes, but it is blocked by a woman with a gloomy face.

With just one glance, the child who was squatting by the door and hiding himself well fell back in an instant, with his hands behind his back, his eyes were still red, and his face was pale.

"Mother..."

Mu Qiong looked at him coldly, her brows were furrowed, her eyes didn't look at her own child at all, it was more like looking at a bastard who didn't know what to do.

That look undoubtedly hurt a child's heart, and he just sat there, not daring to move.

The majestic woman suddenly stretched out her hand and pulled up the child who was sitting on the ground. The five fingers of the other hand formed into claws, piercing his heart like a gust of wind, but she never thought that such a fierce attack would not be able to penetrate his body at all. Her strength was absorbed by a layer of invisible and intangible nothingness.

She suddenly turned her head and looked at Ye Lichuan inside the room.

"Don't be surprised." He looked at the scar on his arm that was scratched by the woman with a knife, and the blood stained his white clothes. He smiled wryly, "If you can hurt him, I can naturally protect him."

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyes, his purple pupils under the eyelashes fixedly looked at the frightened silent child, strode forward, took the child into his arms, and whispered a few words of comfort.

The child recovered from the fright just now, and now he was lying on his shoulder, sobbing slightly.

"The soul of this body has left. You looked like this when I first met you. I didn't think well and didn't take your thoughts into consideration." Ye Lichuan looked at Mu Qiong.

"But Chen'er is undoubtedly your child, and his soul has indeed inherited your power."

The hand that was scratched by the knife suddenly lifted up, and gently tapped Mu Qiong's eyebrows with his fingers, "Please, don't think too much."

After all, it is the memory of childhood, many things can't be clearly remembered, Mo Yun walked through a hazy memory, and then saw the cold autumn, the frost fell, the maple forest was completely dyed, and the whole Ye Mansion was covered with autumn colors.

"Today is Chen'er's birthday." Ye Lichuan sat under the autumn scenery, Zhi Yi looked at the beautifully dressed child and patted him on the head with a smile.

"Where does Chen'er want to go?"

He smiled softly, but what the child noticed was the dark blue under his eyes, obviously extremely tired.

So he sat on the chair and asked, "Dad, did you not rest?"

Ye Lichuan tilted his head and looked at him, admitting that he was in a bad state, "Yeah, I was busy preparing Chen'er's birthday present, and daddy took a long time to choose."

The child blinked, a smile unconsciously appeared on his face after being so taken care of, and then he reacted, as if he wanted to say something again, and because he didn't have much vocabulary to learn, he couldn't make a sentence in half a box.

In the end, he could only stretch out his hand to cover Ye Lichuan's eyes, expressing his concern with clumsy movements and words, "Then Dad, sleep."

Suddenly something was thrown here, although Ye Lichuan was blindfolded, he still caught it with one hand, turned his head sideways, and looked at the woman walking by the door.

What he received in his hand was a bag of candy, he was stunned, and then he heard Mu Qiong say: "It's Chen'er's birthday, so I made a bag of candy for him."

There was a fault in the memory picture suddenly, a crack formed under Mo Yun's feet, and then it burst like a spider's thread. On the basis of this memory, another memory appeared out of thin air, it was a hot kitchen.

And the joint of the two memories is where Mo Yun stood.

The place where he stood was at a high place compared to another memory, like a ladder, and another memory was derived underneath, while the previous memory was still being carried out in the place above.

In the side room, Ye Lichuan came back to his senses and talked with Mu Qiong.

"Aren't you..." Don't you want to see Chen'er?

Mu Qiong glanced at him, "Are you sure you want to say this in front of the child?"

Mo Yun looked down, in the hot and dry kitchen over there, the smoke was blurred, and there was a sweet and greasy smell lingering at the tip of his nose. There was syrup boiling in the pot, and there were hawthorns skewered on bamboo sticks beside him.

The doors and windows of the kitchen were closed tightly. I wonder if the chimney was blocked, and the smoke here became thicker and thicker.

Mu Qiong was dressed in Tsing Yi, and squatted by the small stove to light a fire. Due to the misty smoke, Mo Yun watched for a long time before he found the child sitting on the chair.

He had already been smoked to the point of tears, and accidentally choked, Mu Qiong swung an eye knife over him, forcing him to swallow his cough.

The memory here is a bit weird, and the people inside will move for a long time.

It seems that the owner of the memory can't remember exactly what happened, but he is eager to understand this memory, so he can only squeeze it a little bit, trying to squeeze out this dusty memory.

That's why, apart from the flowing smoke in this memory, the two people hardly moved.

In the side room, Ye Lichuan looked at the bag of sugar in his hand, pursed his lips and asked, "You went to the kitchen for this reason?"

Mu Qiong still stood by the door, smiling lightly behind his back, "Yeah, I brought Chen'er and wanted him to taste it for me, but you were in a hurry, knocked open the door and took him away."

As soon as the words fell, Mo Yun saw that in the smoky kitchen below, Mu Qiong stood up from the small stove and walked slowly towards the child. She held a long spoon in her hand, which was full of browned syrup. Every time you take a step, a few drops of caramel will drip on the ground, which is sweet and sticky.

Walking in front of the child, he handed the long spoon filled with syrup to him. The bottom of the spoon was condensed with drops of melted sugar, which dripped onto the child's hands on his knees. It will definitely burn you.

The child felt the pain, and immediately withdrew his hand, and wiped off the syrup on it with the hem of his clothes, but his eyes were still red from the pain.

Mu Qiong handed the steaming long spoon in front of his eyes, "Try it for mother."

The child raised his head tremblingly, "But, it's very hot."

Mu Qiong frowned, and suddenly looked at the cutting board beside him, walked over, picked up the hawthorn skewered on a bamboo stick, poured the syrup in the long spoon on it, and didn't care to leave it all over the ground, waiting for the syrup to solidify As soon as it became sugar-coated, she handed the freshly prepared bunch of candied haws to the child.

"It's not hot now, let's eat."

The child was very afraid of her, but at this moment he obediently obeyed her order, took it with his scalded hand, and took a bite.

Mu Qiong seemed to be in a hurry, and urged, "Hurry up and eat!"

The smoke filled the air, blurring the woman's face, but her voice was still the same as before, still mixed with indifference and unfeeling towards the child.

The child was frightened by her, so he could only gobble up the candied haws, chewing with puffed cheeks.

Seeing that he had finished eating, Mu Qiong's expression softened a little, then she squatted down and healed the burns on his hands, with a rare gentle tone, "Mother is also doing it for Chen'er's good."

The kitchen door was suddenly knocked open, as Mu Qiong said, Ye Lichuan broke in, worriedly found the child sitting on the chair, heaved a sigh of relief, and carried him away.

And from then on, as long as Mu Qiong brought candy in his memory, the scene of the memory would be interrupted.Just like now, the upper layer of memory is peaceful and beautiful, and the lower layer is always repeating that memory in the kitchen.

However, there are always some details that are different in the repeated memories. For example, I don’t know which time, Mo Yun saw Mu Qiong’s method of making syrup in the hazy smoke.

It seems to be [-]% similar to Ye Wuchen's method of making syrup in the kitchen.

I don't know which memory popped up out of nowhere, everything fell apart, in the bustling night market street, Ye Lichuan held the child in his arms, bought him a rabbit lantern, with a rope on the top, and hung all kinds of lanterns , illuminating the entire street as if it were daytime.

Just walking slowly.

Mu Qiong was dressed in a white dress and a green skirt, with a big collar, and the hem of the clothes was smudged with indigo ink, coupled with the warm yellow light of the lantern above, it actually made this person who had been a bit aloof and arrogant all his life soft.

She suddenly said: "I'll take Chen'er to the other side to play."

Ye Lichuan was stunned for a moment, but still said: "Let's go together."

"Chuan, what are you worrying about?" Mu Qiong laughed, and patted him on the shoulder, "You protect Chen'er so well, I figured it out, why are you so guarded against me?"

After walking for a while, the child stuffed a lot of snacks in his mouth. Dai Zi's eyes were always dim when looking at the surrounding scene, and he only competed with his own snacks.

"Chuan, I also want to love Chen'er well, give me a chance."

Ye Lichuan paused, silently pressed his fingers on the back of the child's neck, paused for a while, and then said to the child: "Then Chen'er will go play with mother first, okay?"