This is a clinic with no scale, a small façade, simple decoration, and only a doctor who supports the façade. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Putting the big man on the bed, the doctor, who was about fifty years old, came to the bedside and began to carefully clean his wounds. Mo Yan was sitting on the side, his eyes glued to the movement. The little girl looked at her father nervously with a frown, her little face pale with worry on her tear-stained face.

It took more than half an hour for the doctor to treat his wound, and the doctor prescribed a large box of medicine. Mo Yan paid the money, and then carried him out of the clinic.

"Don't worry, we won't owe you money, and we will naturally pay you back after a while. Xiaoxiao held the swallow's small hand with one hand, and the other hand was naturally bent, and he carried a bag between his elbows.

Mo Yan smiled bitterly: "It's just a few dozen yuan, you don't have to pay it back." ”

"No, you must pay it back, it's only right to repay the debt. Don't you think we can't afford it? Don't worry, I'll pay you back tomorrow. Xiaoxiao seemed to regard Mo Yan's words and actions as an insult to her own personality, and her reaction was a bit unexpected for Mo Yan.

"Where is your home?" Mo Yan asked softly.

"On Bihe Street. The girl's voice is like a gnat, if it weren't for Mo Yan's detached ears, it would be difficult to hear clearly.

Stretched out their hands to stop a taxi, and the four of them took the taxi all the way towards Bihe Street. Of course, in the car, Xiaoxiao inevitably repeated over and over again that the money would be returned to him tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, which made Mo Yan speechless.

Now this festival is the spring cold, this time is very cold, when Mo Yan got out of the car, he couldn't help but be stunned, the scene in front of him is no longer as high-rise and prosperous as just now.

The patchwork of low houses looks so lonely and lonely in the spring light, and the mottled walls can be seen bricks exposed by years of wind and rain, and the colorful colors splash on the walls irregularly, making it even more messy. The wind should be so pleasant, but it seems that the heavens are not so satisfied with everything here, so the wind here is even more cold and pale. All kinds of plastic bags are lifted by the wind and hovering freely in the air. Garbage heaps in the corners and on the streets are piled up wantonly, emitting a foul smell. The street is full of potholes, and if a car walks on this road, it is estimated that the driver will have to worry that the car will fall apart. No wonder when Mo Yan said that he came here, the driver's face was reluctant. This is like a slum forgotten by the Bohai Sea.

It was already noon, and smoke was curling from the rooftops of every house. Mo Yan's father who carried the swallow on his back came to her home under the leadership of two people, to be honest, when Mo Yan saw her home, his heart was inexplicably sour. I'm afraid, out of all the ruined people's homes, her home is even more dilapidated!

The dim room exuded a pungent damp smell, and with the help of the faint daylight that slipped in, Mo Yan put the girl's father on the messy bed.

"This is your home?" Mo Yan said to Yanzi, who sat on a trembling chair, and looked at his father, who was still unconscious.

The girl glanced at Mo Yan, then quickly moved away and said, "Hmm." Apparently the ruins of the family challenged the girl's budding shame.

"Why?, look down on this place?" Xiaoxiao's loud voice suddenly shouted, "We are poor but we have dignity. ”

Mo Yan hurriedly said: "No, no." ”

"Hmph," Xiaoxiao gave Mo Yan a big roll of his eyes, and then squatted in front of Yanzi and said, "Yanzi, don't worry, Uncle Wang will be fine, after a while, he will get better, you don't have to cook today, go to my house to eat." ”

"Well, thank you, Sister Xiaoxiao. Swallow said crisply, her father was out of danger, and her heart was relieved.

"Well, good. Xiaoxiao touched Yanzi's hair dotingly, and then stood up and looked at Mo Yan. "Okay, thank you, how many calls are you, I'll give you back the money tomorrow. ”

"You don't have to pay it back, really. ”

"No, I will pay it back when I say it, I won't owe you money. ”

"But, but I don't have a phone!"

"What!" Xiaoxiao was also stunned, seeing that the man in front of him was definitely dressed as a wealthy person, the money in the clothes on his body was enough for Yanzi's family to live for a year, but he actually said that he had no money.

"Where's your house? I'll send the money straight there. Xiaoxiao still didn't give up.

"No need, otherwise, if you invite me to a meal, the money will be paid, okay?"

"This ...... It's good. After thinking about it again, Xiaoxiao agreed to Mo Yan's suggestion, to be honest, she didn't know if she could raise so much money, and it hadn't started school yet, so the money was not easy to get!

"Yanzi, what's your father's name, are you two in the family?" Mo Yan threw out several questions in a row.

The girl lowered her head and said, "My father's name is Wang Boxiong, my name is Wang Yan'er, and I also have an older sister who lives with my grandparents." ”

Mo Yan was taken aback, Wang Boxiong, this one is lying down! He stood up suddenly, and Deng Deng took a few steps to the bed. Mo Yan's sudden move startled the little girl, and she looked at Mo Yan with a slightly changed face in horror like a frightened bird.

"Hey, what do you want to do?" Xiaoxiao suddenly hugged the swallow tightly, and then glared at Mo Yan like a lion cub about to explode at any time.

Looking at the injured man with a blue nose and swollen face, Mo Yan was finally convinced that this Wang Boxiong was the Wang Boxiong who saved his life, and his thoughts couldn't help but return to that war-torn era.

At that time, Mo Yan had not yet made his debut in Bohai, and he was a fifteen-year-old child who was lonely, and although he was stunt, he was still at a loss when he first entered society. It was the depths of winter, and the cold wind was like a knife, cutting through everything that was exposed. Mo Yan was wearing thin clothes, walking alone on the street, under the dim street lamp, this small figure was constantly stretched, shortened, and stretched again. After not eating for a few days and nights, he didn't know how to deal with outsiders, and he only felt that everything in the world was so strange and incompatible with him. Just when he was almost killed on the street, Wang Boxiong, who worked on construction sites for a living, rescued him. Since then, 25-year-old Wang Boxiong has treated him as a nephew and told him how to communicate with people and feed him. After living with Wang Boxiong for half a year, Mo Yan met a boss who was mixed in the road by chance, and after that, Mo Yan's name gradually appeared in high society and became the leader of it. For so many years, Mo Yan didn't want to come back to repay him, but he couldn't help himself when he entered the rivers and lakes, and at first he didn't want to kill his family because of himself because he was afraid of the enemy's revenge. After that, Mo Yan and Wang Boxiong were not on the same level for a long time, and he was either a prince or a black lord with him.

Thinking of this, Mo Yan was simply contemptuous of his previous behavior, and the grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated, but now he has always taken "righteousness" as the criterion of life, and he has done such a thing. Looking at the scarred Wang Boxiong, Mo Yan couldn't help but burst into tears. There is no ruthlessness in killing, no fake appearance when dealing with people, and some are just the catharsis of emotions from the heart.

Wang Yan'er didn't know why this big brother suddenly cried, and he cried so sadly.

"What's wrong with you? Xiaoxiao saw that Mo Yan didn't make any more movements, and was slightly relaxed, but seeing Mo Yan actually shed tears, this made her a little uneasy.

When Wang Boxiong woke up from his coma, it was already evening, he opened his heavy eyelids, and slowly sat up with the pain in his body. His eyes hurt from the intense light emitted by the incandescent lamp, and after slowly getting used to the bright light, he could see everything in front of him clearly.

No mess like before, no tattered furniture, no more disgusting moisture. I don't believe it, but I can't forget my home, although some things have changed, but the taste will not change.

In the end, his gaze was fixed on the three people sitting on a sofa, one was his daughter Yanzi, one was his neighbor Song Xiaoxiao, and the other was, hey, who is this person? Wang Boxiong stared at Mo Yan, his face gradually became solemn, although he always felt that this person was a little familiar, but he still couldn't remember who this person was for a while.

"Dad, you're awake!" Yanzi ran to Wang Boxiong's bedside, grabbed his father's big hand, and shook it incessantly.

"You, ahem, who are you?"

"Mo Yan. ”

"Boom"

Thunder on the ground, drink as a stick. Wang Boxiong stood on the spot.

"You, are you Mo Yan?" I still can't believe that Mo Yan, who I haven't seen for nearly ten years, would suddenly appear in front of me today. Wang Boxiong looked at Mo Yan who was sitting on the sofa with a smile on his face, and he had long forgotten the pain in his body and his current poverty situation.

When he inadvertently saved a child who was unconscious on the side of the road, he became the dragon king of Huaxia later. Although they have only been together for half a year, although they have not seen each other for ten years, Wang Boxiong still regards Mo Yan as his child, but he has become a human being, and he is still the worker who earns his life on the construction site. Even if he was oppressed by life, even if he was bullied by the boss of the construction site, even if his children suffered with him, Wang Boxiong still did not go to Mo Yan to save his life for help. He knew that as long as the Dragon King made a move, no one would dare to bully him. He knew that as long as the Dragon King recognized himself, then the endless glory and wealth would definitely come. However, he didn't. For Mo Yan's never returning, he has no resentment, no hatred. He was just happy about Mo Yan's growth, but also worried about his experience and identity, nothing more.

Seeing that Wang Boxiong did not have any resentment, on the contrary, his eyes were full of joy and joy, and Mo Yan couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.

"Uncle Wang, Mo Yan is back. Mo Yan won't be leaving. Mo Yan held Wang Boxiong's hand tightly and said excitedly.

"It's good, it's good to come back, it's good to come back. Tears flowed from Wang Boxiong's eyes.

"Uncle Wang actually recognizes this guy!" Xiaoxiao looked at the emotional two and couldn't help muttering softly.

Glancing at the extra furniture in the house again, Wang Boxiong didn't say anything. He knew that this was Mo Yan's acquisition, and he accepted it as a matter of course.

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