"Mother, drink the medicine. Mo Luo took the medicine he had just picked up from Lao Langzhong's son Xiao Langzhong and walked to the edge of the earthen kang, Wang Hua on the kang struggled to sit up around the futon, his cloudy eyes opened a slit, and his dry and cracked hand held the bowl handed over by Mo Luo and trembled slightly, swallowing the bitter medicine in the bowl little by little.

Mo Luo sighed, looking at the old and groggy Wang Hua and felt very distressed.

Thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Mo Luo has fully integrated into this small village, and the memory of the real reality that he has always believed in is becoming more and more blurred, and sometimes he dreams that he has passed the second catastrophe in the Heavenly Trench Forest, and after waking up, he suddenly feels that Mo Luo is a dream, and he is just a cow to make a fortune.

Thirty years later, Mo Luo also looks like a middle-aged man, his body is much stronger, he has grown taller, the clarity in his eyes has been replaced by some bloodshot due to exertion, there are also many slight scars on his face, and his hair is a little gray, as if it has been dyed by wind and frost. In the past 30 years, many people in the village have passed away, such as Lao Langzhong, the kind old man, and now his son Xiao Langzhong is in the small medicine house, and Xizi's mother is also dead, and one morning Mo Luo did not see the crazy Xizi Niang in front of Xizi's house, and when he went up the mountain, he found Xizi Niang, who had become cold, but left with a smile on his face.

A mortal's life is like this, and he can't tell when it's gone, and he can't tell when he will be the next to go. Now, it's time for Wang Hua, this middle-aged woman who cares about Mo Luo everywhere has become an old mother-in-law, and now she is lying on the clay kang and can't tell if she will have breath tomorrow.

"Make a fortune," Wang Hua called to Mo Luo in a faint breath.

"Hey, mother. Mo Luo held Wang Hua's hand, hoping to convey a little more warmth into Wang Hua's body.

"Your boss is not too young, when will you marry a daughter-in-law," Wang Hua struggled to open her eyes, those eyes had become cloudy, lost a lot of brilliance, and her pupils were no longer focused, just staring blankly at the roof, "Mother is waiting to hold her grandson, alas, can you still wait to get it......"

"In the past few days, I have always dreamed of your father, a dead ghost, always calling my name, urging, urging, urging, isn't it coming soon. ”

"Get rich, smash it, the yard is drying the grain, the birds are let go, the stove in the house is not good, it is smoked, and there is a day, it rains and remembers to collect clothes, your father always forgets, always forgets ......"

……

"Daddy!" shouted a young girl who climbed up the hill with a lunch box and shouted at an old man with gray temples who was hunched over the field and hoeing weeds.

"Xiu'er, haha, come here. The old man was Moro, and he stood up slowly and beckoned the girl to come over.

Xiu'er sat on the ridge with Mo Luo and took out the food in the lunch box, "Dad, why don't you rest well, you are in your sixties and still climb mountains and hoe grass all day long." Xiu'er frowned at her delicate eyebrows, constantly counting Moluo. Moro smiled, took a bite of food into his mouth, and didn't speak.

It's been more than 20 years, Wang Hua has also passed away, the people in the village have changed, Mo Luo is over sixty years old, and the older generation has gone too much silently. After Wang Hua died, Mo Luo buried her under the tree on the mountain, and there were several dirt bags on the side of the tree, Xizi's, Xizi's, Niu Liu's clothed mound, and Wang Hua's. That year, Mo Luo came up to drink on the mountain as usual, and found a discarded crying female doll in the woods, so I couldn't bear it, and I took it home as a girl, it was Xiu'er, seeing that Xiu'er was going to grow into a big girl, Mo Luo smiled and thought, is his life almost over?

It's time to find a good family for Xiu'er, and when she goes, Xiu'er is afraid that it will be difficult if she is alone.

"Xiu'er, dad asked you, do you like any of those young people in the village?"

"Dad, what are you talking about!" Xiu'er was ashamed, her little face was flushed, and she turned her head away and stopped talking. Mo Luo laughed, "Xiu'er, do you like that son of your Uncle Zhang's family, Zhang Xiaohu? Dad has seen you talking and laughing with that bastard boy several times." ”

"Oh, Dad, Xiu'er ignores you!" Xiu'er covered her face and ran to the side, her ears were red.

"Hahahaha, my daughter has grown up," Mo Luo also stood up with a hoe, walked to Xiu'er's side, and hugged Xiu'er into his arms, "Xiu'er, if you really like it, Dad will give you a kiss, your Uncle Zhang is I have played since I was a child, Zhang Xiaohu's kid I think is also a good young man, Dad is also old, there will be a good person to protect you in the future, Dad can rest assured." ”

"Dad, you're not old yet, let's talk about these words later, eat quickly, it's going to be cold." ”

"Okay, listen to Xiu'er, hahahaha......"

……

A year later, Xiu'er and Zhang Xiaohu got married, and after another year, the two gave birth to a son, Mo Luo hugged his grandson Lao Huai and comforted, and personally named his grandson Huaiyi, inheriting his father's surname as Zhang Huaiyi. Three years later, Mo Luo passed away peacefully, Xiu'er followed her father's last wish to bury Mo Luo under the tree on the mountain, and taught Mo Luo a nameless boxing book written by Mo Luo himself before his death to his son Zhang Huaiyi, Zhang Huaiyi grew up to carry forward this boxing book, and named the boxing book: Yi Nian Boxing.