"Xiaohezi. ”

The door of Mo Xiaohe's bedroom was gently pushed open, and it was Mo Xiaoyan who walked in.

Mo Xiaoyan locked himself in the bedroom during the day, like this every day, only when he had a meal or a rest, or would he come out at night, or buy a bunch of clothes for Mo Xiaohe during the New Year's holidays.

Since Mo Xiaohe remembered, Mo Xiaoyan had been very cold to him, so cold that he didn't look like his sister, but tonight Mo Xiaoyan came to Mo Xiaohe's bedroom unexpectedly.

She walked softly, stood very straight, her long hair had fallen to her waist, and she wore a white dress, revealing the girl's slender figure.

After Mo Xiaoyan came in, he called Xiaohezi, then stopped talking, pinched an old handkerchief with both hands, and placed it neatly in front of his stomach, as if he ignored Mo Xiaohe's surprised look, stretched out his hand and began to touch Mo Xiaohe's head.

Mo Xiaohe moved to Mo Xiaoyan's side like a favored cat.

At dusk, in order to grab food, a stick was heavily turned on Mo Xiaohe's temple, although the child's strength was small, and he didn't give a stick to bleed, but he also pulled out a pus.

In this way, the younger brother looked at his sister's face like a docile dog, and the older sister looked seriously at his brother's forehead.

The scene was not like a brother and sister, but like a cold fairy who had descended to the earth, and for a moment her compassion overflowed, relieving a homeless dog.

After all, it was a four-year-old child, and it was very painful to be slashed with a stick on the head, but Mo Xiaohe didn't cry, and he didn't find anyone to complain.

To whom does he cry to? To the neighbor next door, who cares about you if they don't have anything to do with you?

Crying to his sister...... It's not very good, although Mo Xiaohe is only four years old, he also understands some truths after all. No matter how much you cry at a beautiful statue, the statue won't speak.

The night was deep, the moonlight was like mist, and the cool breeze was slightly cold.

There were a few bits and pieces of barking dogs outside the door.

Immediately after that, there was a bang, and there seemed to be a powerful footboard that kicked the door of Mo Xiaohe's house.

The house where Mo Xiaohe was located was originally an old house, and as soon as the people outside the door stepped down, a trace of dust was sprinkled from the beams, and the sky was full of wind and rain. But he stared blankly in the direction of the gate, thinking that he was hallucinating, because his sister did not respond.

Mo Xiaoyan didn't speak, nor did she hug her younger brother lovingly, even though the dust was sprinkled on her waist-length soft hair and cheeks, she frowned.

She turned her face, glanced in the direction of the gate, turned her face again, stared coldly at Mo Xiaohe's forehead, and washed Mo Xiaohe's wounds unhurriedly with the handkerchief.

Rumble!

The door was kicked again.

"Bitches and wild seeds from the countryside, get out of here!"

A man's rough shout came from outside the door.

At this time, Mo Xiaoyan moved...... She didn't seem to be scared or angry because her door was kicked, but just because she had washed her brother's wounds.

Mo Xiaoyan slowly put away the handkerchief in his hand, stood up without hurry, and walked out slowly.

She walked to the door, glanced in the direction of the door, and shook her head.

Then she looked at Mo Xiaohe, who was holding her on the bed, and shook her head again.

Finally she lowered her head and walked out of the doorway.

"Xiaohezi, sleep. ”

Closing the door, Mo Xiaoyan officially looked at the kicked door of his house, raised his long hair, turned up his bangs with his left hand, tilted his head, and raised his eyebrows, like a naughty little girl, and like a woman who has gone through wind and rain and is not afraid of Canghai Cangtian, "Don't want the door, it's amazing, crash in." ”

"Two wild seeds from other countries, sluts who can't be found in ancestral graves, eat the bear's heart and leopard gall, and dare to come to Shili Street to play prestige!"

"Don't come out again!" Lao Tzu kicked over the door of your broken house, entered with a white knife, and stabbed your two shameless siblings in the hole!"

The shouting and scolding outside the door became louder and louder, as if to wake up the residents of the entire Shili Street.

didn't have time for Mo Xiaohe to think about countermeasures, and the door was slammed open.

As the door fell to the ground, a chaotic and hurried footstep began to spread from outside the house to inside.

At the same time, Mo Xiaohe casually grabbed his sword, rushed out of the door, and ran into his sister's bedroom.

Mo Xiaohe stood at the door of Mo Xiaoyan's bedroom with his sword horizontally, like a little warrior in a book...... Looking at this posture, it seems that as long as someone rushes in, Mo Xiaohe will not hesitate to stab at the enemy with a sword.

This sword was drawn by Uncle Ying with bamboo when he was three years old.

Mo Xiaoyan's room was messily filled with densely stabbed phoenixes, unfinished couplets, candlesticks were still shining, quilts and leaflets were neatly spread on the bed like daytime, there was no trace of wrinkles, and it seemed that no one had touched it for many years.

Mo Xiaoyan was sitting at the table at the moment, sitting very straight, and his long hair was naturally falling.

She kept her hand on the table, the other in front of her stomach, like a widowed woman, her eyes staring at the faint glow of the room without blinking.

After a while, she raised her head and rushed out of the house, her voice still slow, "Don't bother, come in, money and life are all indispensable." ”

The footsteps outside the door sped up at this moment, and then the door was pushed open with a bang, and it was Ah Cai's grandfather who rushed in.

Ah Cai's grandfather, Ah Nan, is a bald middle-aged man in his forties, and his face is almost exactly the same as Ah Cai's, a long egg face.

After glancing at Mo Xiaohe, who was holding a wooden sword, he stopped his gaze on Mo Xiaoyan.

Anan instantly changed his half-smiling face, and because of the smile, he showed his old teeth with black hair inside.

He squinted his eyes and scanned Mo Xiaoyan back and forth a few times.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

Anan didn't look angry, he smiled: "I said little girl, I see that you look so handsome, why can't you teach your younger brother?

Mo Xiaohe raised the bamboo sword in his hand and pointed at Anan.

Mo Xiaoyan turned a deaf ear.

Anan continued, "Girl, my brother doesn't blame you...... Our neighbors can say anything well, right?"

"Do you think this is a success? sleep with my brother, when my brother is young, he becomes a family, and my brother doesn't care. ”

Anan said, cracking his mouth and smiling stupidly, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth stained with unknown solids, his half-blinking eyes narrowed into a slit, as if the meat in his hand was about to enter his mouth, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"It is said that heroes are worthy of beauties. ”

"Girl, you're definitely a beauty. ”

"Although my brother looks a little worse, he is half a hero after all, isn't he?"

Anan said, unconsciously approaching Mo Xiaoyan, touching his chin and grinning, "Brother, this hero, how many days and nights have I missed my sister's beauty." ”

"You've fulfilled your brother, right?"