Regarding the children, Meng Ge thought about it in the house for a long time before he went to the executive's house to tell him his thoughts. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

On the way, Meng Mao asked Meng Ge: "Sister, can you let me play with those children every day?" ”

Meng Ge thought for a while and said, "Okay, as long as you can promise not to cause trouble for them, I'll let you go." ”

Meng Mao also asked, "Then sister, do you really want to make clothes for them?" ”

Meng Ge nodded and said, "That's nature." It's getting colder and colder, and those children who don't have thick clothes to wear will definitely freeze. ”

Regardless of how the children had come over the past few years, now that Mongo saw them, he couldn't bear to watch them suffer any longer.

"It should be regarded as accumulating blessings for parents, so that they can vote for a good family." Meng Ge said firmly.

Meng Ge also nodded solemnly and said; "Well, I also want to do more good deeds for my father and mother."

After these words came out, Meng Mao's eyebrows seemed to stretch a little more, and the haze hidden at the end of his eyebrows seemed to have dissipated a lot.

Meng Ge knew that it was all Meng Mao's heart disease. First, the death of Meng Lang and his wife, and later they had to join the army as a last resort and became a sharp weapon for killing.

These two are both Meng Mao's nightmares. This nightmare seems to be difficult to eliminate. There is no cure other than the passage of time to consume those deep memories.

In fact, Mongo himself had a taste of being awakened by a nightmare. Every time the mountain of corpses and blood in his dream always makes Meng Ge feel desperate and helpless, and he doesn't even want to wake up.

When she woke up, she had to hint to herself over and over again, that is, for the sake of survival, for the sake of the stable life of all the people of the Great Song Dynasty, and for the sake of driving out the invaders, she had to kill people.

But are those people really the ones who should be killed? Many of the soldiers are not willing to go to the battlefield themselves.

If you want to hate, you can only hate their leaders for being too ambitious and forcing them to die.

Even if Meng Ge knew the truth, he couldn't eliminate the guilt in his heart. Killing people is really not a pleasant thing.

Not all of them deserved to be killed like General Yu and others, and she didn't have any burden after killing them.

Therefore, these days, as long as there is an opportunity, Meng Ge will take Meng Mao to the ancient temple to listen to the Buddhist scriptures, work as a handyman for the ancient temple, and even kneel in front of the Buddha for a long time.

In order to eliminate the haze and guilt in Meng Mao's heart.

However, that didn't work much. Every time he knelt down and worshiped the Buddha statue and listened to the scriptures, Meng Mao blamed himself even more.

He often recites words when worshipping the Buddha, I am afraid that he is also admitting his mistake to the Buddha. After the host learned of Meng Mao's mental disorder, he also gave him a string of hand beads and handed him a scripture.

No, Meng Mao turned his handball and recited the scriptures.

"Little spear, don't worry, what we do is for the people of the Great Song Dynasty, there is no evil at all, and my father and mother will not go to hell because of this. The host master also told you, don't you still believe the master's words? Meng Ge sighed and touched Meng Mao's head.

Meng Mao was stunned by Meng Ge's words, so he put away his hand beads and asked, "Since Daddy and Mother were not tortured, then why did they never appear in Mao'er's dreams, don't they want Mao'er?" ”

Meng Ge was stunned. She never thought that the reason why Meng Ge had been blaming herself and struggling was for this reason.

"Little spear, do you remember what your father and mother looked like?" The child, who was barely five years old at the time, was frightened again, how could he remember the appearance of his parents.

He can't even remember what he looks like, so how can he dream?

Meng Mao suddenly cried, stood still, and said, "Sister, I don't even know what my father and mother look like." Is it because of this that my father and mother don't come to see me? ”

Meng Ge bent over, held Meng Mao's shoulders, looked into his eyes and asked, "That little spear has seen in your dreams a couple you don't know, always calling you in front of you, smiling at you, and telling you to be obedient?" If there is, then the two of them are our parents. ”

Meng Ge believes that all parents will never bear not to appear in their children's dreams once.

Unless the children are too young to forget what they look like.

Meng Ge thought about it with tears in his eyes, thought about it again, and suddenly opened his mouth to smile and said, "Hey, there are really two of them." It turns out that they are Mao'er's parents. ”

Looking at Meng Mao, who was crying and laughing, Meng Ge was very helpless, but he also felt relieved.

Because of Meng Mao, who was smiling, the gloom between his eyebrows and eyes had completely dissipated.

The two siblings then continued on their way, discussing what their parents looked like, and went to the executive's house.

The executives listened thoughtfully to Meng Ge's narration, whether he had written something down. When Meng Ge's throat and eyes were about to burst into flames, he made his purpose clear.

"Basically, we can't make those kids think that everything we do is what we should do, that they deserve it. Besides, the rules that should be in place must be set up, otherwise it will be too late to remedy the chaos when it is messy. Children are simple and cute, even if they have made some mistakes in the past in order to survive, as long as we start to correct their bad habits from now on, we will not let them go more and more crooked. We still have people with local intentions to make trouble through the children, which is not our original intention. Meng Ge finally summed up.

Even if it paves the way for the future of the children, it can't let them get it for free.

The executive nodded approvingly, "That's the right way to do it, lest some people think we're enslaving the children." Those children also thought that they had paid so much labor, and in the end they could only get a small amount of land and old houses, and that we were bullying others. ”

It's really hard to do such a thing. It's obviously for the good of those children, but on the other hand, those children are very likely to be ignorant of what to do, and maybe they think they've suffered a loss.

"If they find it hard and don't want to accept our offer anymore, let them go. There has to be a comparison, and the rest will be grateful. Meng Mao said with big eyes flashing.

The senior executives looked at Meng Ge, then at Meng Mao, and finally regretted: "It is really worthy of Meng Lang's children, if there is a father, there must be his children, this is true." ”

Meng Ge smiled, glanced at Meng Mao, who lowered his head in embarrassment because of the praise, and felt relieved.

Originally, he thought that Meng Mao's psychological problems would make him have some obstacles in his life. Now, it doesn't seem like a problem at all.

Meng Mao is adapting to everything with his own strong will, accepting the arrangement of life, and trying to integrate into the normal trajectory of life.

Due to the customization of the coffin and the problems of shrouds, Meng Ge set the relocation of his parents' bones on September 15, which is the middle of next month.

Now it's only August 26, and Meng Ge has set out to help the executive's family arrange the affairs of those children.