Hey, who's there? Who is crying? Mo Qing followed the prestige and saw a cat, "Aim-"

Oh, it's a cat, Mo Qing came back to his senses and continued to walk forward.

"Boom-boom-"

Huh, Mo Qing stood still again, followed the sound and looked over, "Aim-"

No, Mo Qing walked a few steps there, and sure enough, he saw a small black shadow curled up there, under an eaves.

The houses of this generation are still old houses, and there are many such old-fashioned eaves, and the demolition is five or six years later.

Mo Qing took a few steps forward, he was a child!

"Who are you, why are you crying here?" Mo Qing glanced at and asked worriedly.

The child choked up, but did not answer, and continued to hold his legs and cry, with his head buried in his legs.

"What about your family, why don't you go home, it's so late!" Mo Qing walked over worriedly, bent down and asked the child.

The kid was a little boy.

The little boy did not answer, but continued to cry sadly.

A cold wind came, and the little boy shivered.

Mo Qing noticed that he was only wearing a single coat.

And the little boy continued to cry.

Mo Qing sighed, you can't leave him alone, it's so small.

She didn't notice that she wasn't necessarily bigger than the boy now.

"Children, why don't you go home, your parents will be in a hurry!"

"No!" the little boy suddenly said coldly.

"Why not, you were born by them!Go back!" Mo Qing said.

"Go away!" the little boy wiped away his tears and stood up. glanced at Mo Qing with disgust.

Mo Qing's black line, this is a comparison with her, okay. Two people stand together, the same height.

"Where do you live, go back quickly!" Mo Qing naturally couldn't worry about the child.

"Don't worry about it, you go away!" the kid seemed to have a bad temper.

"Oh, I see, you must have scored O in the test, so you didn't dare to go home. Mo Qing noticed that the child was carrying a schoolbag.

"You're only getting O points. I said don't you care, go away, ugly!" the kid said stinkingly.

"Really...... Good. No matter you, if you don't go back, be careful of being eaten by monsters!" Mo Qing thought about it, this kid would definitely not listen to his own words, so it was better to scare him like this. Children of his age are most afraid of the dark. I'm most afraid of monsters and ghosts, he's scared, so he'll naturally go home.

"Don't talk nonsense, there are no monsters at all! Are you annoying, go away, don't you understand? You stinky woman ugly bastard!"

"Okay, well, there are no youkai and no ghosts. It's dark everywhere, and there won't be ghosts coming out. Ah, ghost!" Mo Qing finished holding the soy sauce bottle, as if he was frightened, and ran forward.

The little boy behind him was frightened by Mo Qing's actions, shrank for a moment, and looked around, the dim street lamps, the black holes all around, there seemed to be some ghosts in those small alleys, this street is half a commercial street, almost all of them are stores, it has long been closed at this time, speaking of which, it is really gloomy.

And Mo Qing, who returned to the door, knocked on the door nervously, "Qingqing is back, has the soy sauce been bought?"

It was Mo Qing's mother who opened the door.

Mo Qing's mother looked like she was still young, and Mo Qing's eyes immediately filled with tears, she used to quarrel with her mother whenever something didn't go her way......

"Hey, why are you crying!Who bullied you?" Mo's mother took the soy sauce bottle and asked worriedly.

"No, it's too dark on my road, I'm afraid!" Mo Qing found a bad reason.

"Hey, it's all my mother's fault, I don't want you to buy soy sauce so late in the future, well, you can play with your brother for a while, it's time to eat soon." After Mom Mo finished speaking, she turned around and went back to the kitchen.

Mo Qing saw at a glance his younger brother who was playing with the car and car toys in the living room.

She was four years older than her brother, and now he was still in kindergarten, and she remembered the little boy outside, and she didn't know if he had come home.

After playing with my brother for a while, my mother's meal was ready, Mo Qing's father went on a business trip and was not at home, only the three of them ate together today.

The rain that had been building up outside for a long time finally started, first with a few rumbling thunderbolts, followed by the sound of a torrential rain.

Mommy has to go to work tomorrow, and you have to go to school. Mo's mother gave Mo Qing a tuft of shredded green pepper meat and urged.

Mo Qing chewed in his mouth, chewing and chewing, he always felt that there was no taste, was it because he was in the formation? It was a phantom formation, so it was not real after all.

These dishes are tasteless after all.

The rain outside seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, did the child go, if not, hide under the eaves, such a heavy rain......

The meal was finished, and Mo Qing helped his mother clean up the table while thinking.

Washing dishes is definitely not something that Mo Qing can do at his current physical age, the table and the floor have been cleaned up, and Mo's mother went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Mo Qing lay on the bed, looking at the heavy rain that was pouring into the brush, although there were still dim street lamps on the street, but he couldn't see anything clearly.

Mo Qing wanted to use his divine sense to see, and his divine sense ...... Mo Qing was overjoyed, it was really usable.

Mo Qing hurriedly looked over with her divine sense, looking at the crack in the ground where she found the little boy.

There was a small black shadow cowering under the eaves, cowering as hard as he could, but the rain kept hitting him.

Mo Qing was startled, didn't think about it anymore, immediately turned around and looked around the house, found the umbrella, and hurriedly rushed out with the umbrella.

The rain and fog were too big, Mo Qing was anxious again, running in the rain with an umbrella, she found that although she could use power such as spiritual power, she could use too little, and those powers could not even allow her to use a spell completely.

She finally rushed to the child, wiped the rain from her face, looked at the little boy who was frightened by her sudden appearance, and said, "You dead child, tell you not to go home! Are you dying?"

The little boy looked at Mo Qing motionlessly, as if he was stunned by Mo Qing.

Mo Qing thought about it and went to pull him. Fortunately, she still has a lot of strength, and she picked up the little boy at once, and pulled him under the umbrella: "Let's go, go to my house first!"

"I don't!" the little boy refused.

"Such a heavy rain, those lightning will chop you, lightning likes to split disobedient children the most!"

The little boy was silent. But Mo Qing pulled him, and he insisted on refusing to go.

"What the hell are you going to do? How old are you, are you running away from home? Even if you run away from home, you don't dare to choose to run away from home at such a young age, you don't have a long brain, come to my house with me first!" Mo Qing said angrily. I thought to myself that those children must not be like this.

"I don't have any money!"

"What?" Mo Qing didn't hear clearly. After all, the rain is also loud.

"I don't have any money!" the boy said louder.

"It doesn't matter to me whether you have money or not!" Mo Qing smiled angrily.

"I don't have the money to give you home...... Pay for accommodation. The kid said stubbornly.

Mo Qing had a black line, she understood what he meant, so she said: "When you are older, you will return my family when you have money!"

Mo Qing finally brought the little boy back to his home.

Mo's mother was startled, but she asked Mo Qing, and then asked that the little boy hadn't eaten yet, so she went to the kitchen to cook some more food for the little guy, and their family cooked too much tonight. There are still leftovers, just warm and warm.

When the little boy is eating. Mo's mother and Mo Qing began to ask about the little boy's home, and it took a long time to threaten the police before they could pry out of his mouth where his family lived.

It's not too far from here, and it's one of the only residents on the street, newly moved.

His father and his mother quarreled and got divorced, but they didn't want him, and he ran out alone.

Mo's mother sighed and let the little boy stay first.

The next day, I contacted the boy's family, the boy's father was tall, kind and kind-eyed, and he didn't look like a person who would beat a woman, and the boy's mother was very delicate, and it didn't look like an unreasonable person who wanted to fight with a man.

Mo Qing remembered who this little guy was.

They were indeed new to the move-in, and the little one had transferred to her class, who was in the third grade.

And after this little guy arrived in the class, he didn't like to talk very much, and his grades were surprisingly good, at the beginning, there were naughty boys who looked at him like a girl and bullied him, and then his grades were very good, and the teacher protected him, of course, Mo Qing also helped a few times, so no one bullied him, but he was always alone in the class, and he didn't like to deal with anyone.

I asked a few times to go home long, but it didn't work.

And even if Mo Qing helped him, he didn't care much about Mo Qing.

This little boy's family is in business, and he originally thought that he could continue to be so plain and bland.

In the spring of the following year, the little boy had an accident at home, his father went to buy goods, died in a car accident, and her mother found someone to claim a sum of money and continued to do business, but was deceived by someone, and then took drugs. The little boy's grades plummeted and he soon dropped out of school, much to the teacher's pity.

Mo Qing's parents also began to have conflicts at that time, and Mo Qing didn't pay attention to this little boy.

The next time I saw the little boy was to go to the temple on the mountain during the Chinese New Year and follow his mother to restore it.

The incense in the temple on the mountain is not very vigorous, but whether you believe in Buddhism or not, there is a custom of going to the temple on the mountain to worship the Buddha during the New Year.

Mo Qing's family went a little late, it was the seventh day of the new year, and the next day was the start of school, and the next day was the start of school, and the people who went to work went to work.

The family burned incense and worshiped the Buddha, and it was just time for fasting.

The bean curd rice in the temple is very delicious, and Mo's mother has always liked it, so when it was time to eat fast, the Mo family of four ate in the temple hall.

At this time, there were not many people in the hall,

Mo Qing was eating, looking around, and suddenly found that there was a little monk with his back to them cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks that the diners had eaten.

Mo Qingzheng was surprised, there were few such small monks in the temple.

Mo Qing had been paying attention, and finally saw the little monk turn around.

Nest, it turned out to be that guy, who didn't go to school and came here to be a monk.

"Wu ......" Mo Qing was about to speak.

"Wu Huan, what are you still rubbing over there, don't you hurry up! I'll have to do lunch class later!" A big monk on the side who was also cleaning up urged.

"Yes, master!" Wu Huan sped up the movement of his hand.

Nest, this guy has such a well-behaved and obedient day.

Mo Qing was extremely surprised.

By the way, Wu Huan, this name is so familiar. Mo Qing then looked at it.

Time seemed to fly by like flowing water, Mo Qing quickly entered junior high school, the street where their family lived was at the bottom of the mountain, and the temple was on the mountain, so there were several times when they met the little monk Wuhuan who was originally named Wu Zhang.

And the little monk Wuhuan didn't seem to know her, and every time he passed by, he didn't agree.

Nest, who does he think he is!

Mo Qing no longer likes to take care of him.

Mo Qing's city is not big, even if Mo Qing studied in high school, high school is not too far from home, her grades are also good, and the junior high school and high school she took are the focus of the local area.

When I was in high school, I saw Wuhuan a few times.

Wuhuan has grown from a teenager to a young man, and her original delicate appearance looks particularly bewitching, more beautiful than a girl!

Of course, Mo Qing is not ugly, not only is he not ugly, even if he doesn't dress up much, he has always been a class flower, and he is a school flower.

And when she saw Wuhuan at that time, she saw that Wuhuan was very humble and helping people, and she didn't want to be as foul-tempered as before, she was completely like a good monk like a Tang monk, and she saw Wuhuan send a lost child home.

Mo Qing talked to him again, it was when she was waiting for the bus, and suddenly it rained, she didn't bring an umbrella, it was summer vacation, there was no one on the road, and the bus didn't arrive for a long time, Mo Qing was irritable, and there was no place to hide from the rain nearby.

And at this moment, her head was dark, and no rain fell—

Mo Qing suddenly raised his head, and there was an old black umbrella above his head, Mo Qing turned his head, and saw an eighteen or nineteen-year-old monk holding an umbrella with a long stretch of his hand, his whole body was exposed, and he was all drenched in the pouring rain.

"Hey, what are you doing hiding so far away, you're drenched!" Mo Qing pulled his clothes and tried to pull him in, but he couldn't pull him at all.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is rude, take this umbrella, donor!" Qingyue's voice fluttered in the rain, and the monk's empty hand made a Buddhist salute to Mo Qing, and with the other hand he wanted to hand the umbrella to Mo Qing and wanted Mo Qing to catch it.

Mo Qing looked at the rain that slipped and fell on his shiny head, and pulled him in curiously and funny: "What the hell are you talking about! Such a heavy rain, let's hide together, you give me an umbrella, what do you do!"

As if he was afraid of something, the monk hurriedly broke out, and said hurriedly: "There is a difference between men and women, please respect yourself!"

The voice was still so clear and gentle, as if he had never been a bear child when he was a child.

The wet monk's robes and the rain that kept slipping down did not affect his beauty in the slightest.

"It's over, Wu Zhang, you've been brainwashed, we're old classmates! What are you hiding!" Mo Qing took the umbrella and stretched it out to the monk's head. (To be continued......)