This is a small village located at the foot of Gaotan Mountain, where Mojiabao is located, the whole village covers an area of only more than 900 acres, and the total is only a hundred people, not half of Mojiabao, the life here is completely different from the life experienced by Mo Huayu in the first 9 years of life, here is full of smoke, full of the breath of fireworks in the world. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There is an old yellow kudzu tree at the east end of the village, and the children in the village like to play on it, whether it is climbing up and down, swinging, taking a nap, these, these, these, Mo Huayu also likes it, except for the first two days of depression, in the following days, Mo Huayu spent most of the day on the yellow kudzu tree in the east of the village.

There is a small stream below the Huang Ge tree that flows around it, the stream is clear, there are fish in the stream, it has been here for less than half a month, Mo Huayu has already played with the children in the village, his current appearance is very different from the well-behaved and somewhat sullen appearance in Mojiabao, he is dressed in coarse cloth clothes, his hair is tied into a bun, and his complexion is a little darker than before, and the whole person is in great spirits.

On this day, he was catching fish in the stream with a few children in the village, although it was said to catch fish, but he didn't use tools, he only relied on his eyes and hands to catch it, which was very rare, so in the final analysis, this was actually just playing with water, but because he had never been in contact with it before, although he failed nine times out of ten, Mo Huayu was still very interested, full of smiles, and never tired of it.

Mo Huayu stood on the big bluestone under the yellow kudzu tree, looking at the smiling face of his own who belonged to his previous life with some water droplets, his heart moved slightly, and he couldn't help but stretch out his finger and touch it weakly, it turned out that he could also laugh like this?

It was also at this time that the middle-aged man who decided to take Mo Huayu down the mountain to return to the village in front of Mojiabao immediately decided to go home after doing the work in his own field, and when he passed by Huang Geshu, he called Mo Huayu to go home, stood on the way into the village, and spoke towards this side:

"Ah Chun, go back......" His voice was rough, spreading far and wide, with a solid strength, giving people an indescribable sense of security, Mo Huayu stood in the shallow part of the stream, as soon as he heard his shout, he looked back, and then directly threw his hand away, and said to several children together:

"Uncle Zhan is back, I'm going back......"

didn't wait for the children who were playing with him to answer, Mo Huayu ran directly to the road on Huang Geshu's side, carrying his own shoes, carrying a small bucket in the other, the smile on his face never fell, he was very happy, the rules taught by his grandmother in Mojiabao before, the etiquette has been completely invisible to him, from the disaster of destruction to the present, except for the first sentimentality, he has rarely been sad, so fast, almost the same as himself at that time, I don't know if this is ruthless, looking at himself in his previous life, thinking of himself in this life, Mo Huayu thought of this。

"Ah Chun ......" is a village at the foot of Mojiabao Mountain, and the surname is also Mojiabao, and the simple name is called Mojia Village, the uncle in Mo Huayu's mouth, named Mo Zhan, looked at the child who was brought home by himself, and couldn't help but laugh and call out.

"Uncle Zhan......" trotted, and after a while, he arrived in front of Mo Zhan, Mo Huayu opened his mouth and shouted at him, smiling silly at him.

"Boy, you're going to have a water fight. Glancing at him up and down, Mo Zhan patted him on the shoulder, said with a smile, turned around, and led him in the direction of home.

"Hehe......" smiled embarrassedly, his face turned slightly red, Mo Huayu wanted to reach out and scratch his head, but he couldn't do it because both hands were occupied, he only pursed his lips and continued to laugh, without replying.

"I have to be scolded by your aunt this time...... "It's not too troublesome to wash clothes, but this day, it's already evening, I'm afraid of catching a cold, and the woman at home is really not covered when she nags."

"Uncle Zhan is here...... Aunt Mo was done with a few words, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, in Mo Huayu's eyes, this is a way he has never seen to get along.

"Stinky boy......" shook his head, feeling more and more that this kid was ghostly, Mo Zhan directly reached out and rubbed the hair on Mo Huayu's head.

"Hey...... Uncle Zhan, I caught a fish. As he walked, he raised the bucket in his hand a little and showed it to Mo Zhan, who spoke with some pride.

"Fish, how big?" Stretching out his hand and naturally taking the bucket in Ah Chun's hand, Mo Zhan looked down, then his eyes lit up, and then he praised loudly:

"Awesome, let your aunt make a braised fish tonight. "I thought it was just some small fish that could be used to make soup at most, but I didn't think that the fish in the bucket was not small at all, weighing three or four pounds, enough to make a big dish, which was simply a bumper harvest.

"Uh-huh. Nodding vigorously, my father may be like this, looking at Mo Zhan, the feelings contained in Mo Huayu's eyes can already be called Confucianism, after being absent from his father's identity for 9 years, he finally understood a little.

Looking at these ordinary daily lives, although Mo Huayu felt that such a sunrise and sunset rest, a completely ordinary life was a bit ordinary and a little boring, but it was undeniable that on such a day, he lived very happily in his previous life, smiling every day, looking carefree.

But the world is impermanent, the world is not as expected, in a blink of an eye, Mo Huayu has been in this small mountain village for nearly a year, the Lantern Festival is approaching, the three of them have already discussed to pick a time to go to the city, what to buy, but the change is sudden.

His eyes were full of blood and fire, the whole person was pressed under Uncle Zhan, his cheeks were covered with blood from who in the village, Mo Huayu opened his eyes, the whole person was wooden, and his eyes were sloppy as he watched the man in black above Uncle Zhan raise his sword again, stabbed down with a sword, crisply and neatly, the snow-white blade reflected a cold silver light in the moonlight, and Mo Huayu's heart was cold.

didn't have time to say a word, in the blink of an eye, Uncle Zhan was already out of breath, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and tried his best to control the cells of his whole body not to tremble, not to be discovered by the man in black, live, live, Mo Huayu's heart was full of this voice, live, live, this is what Uncle Zhan wants, to live, to live, at this time when his eyes are sour, to become a master, but it is Mo Huayu's slight obsession that rolls out from the depths of his blood at this moment, and these micro obsessions, in the days to come, gradually become deep into the bone marrow and cannot be separated。

Only by becoming a human being, only by having great strength, can you ...... ......Revenge! Mo Huayu closed his eyes, his heart was ruthless over and over again, if people have no strength, they are just meat on the chopping board, anyone can fiddle with it, anyone can slaughter, that kind of life, that kind of life that can't protect anything, all the life that he has slowly disappeared from his hands, Mo Huayu never wants to have it anymore, at this moment, although it is a past life and this life, although it is a different experience, but the two of them have the same idea, this may be fate.