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"By the way, it's my birthday, this piano is a gift from Fat Tiger, what gift do you plan to give me as a good buddy?" Han Moyu asked with slanted eyes, and began to shamelessly beg for gifts.

Wu Xiao laughed at her just now, even if he apologized, it was not sincere; So she must ask Wu Xiao, a stingy ghost, for a gift, and this opportunity for revenge must not be missed.

"Oh, what's your birthday?" Wu Xiao looked surprised, smiled innocently, touched the back of his head embarrassedly, and said, "I didn't know it was your birthday...... I've never heard you say it...... So, I didn't prepare for it for a while...... By the way, what do you like? ”

Han Moyu rewrapped the lyre, tilted his head and thought about it, and said, "I have been dreaming of a palace lately, with a huge garden and a lotus pond; In the middle of the lotus pond, there is also a pavilion......"

Wu Xiao smiled in surprise: "I've never seen these things, seriously...... Tell me well, don't play tricks on me, what do you want? Say I can do it, okay? ”

"I want a lotus seed, plant it in the tank, and when it comes to summer, it will bloom beautifully." Han Mo said.

Wu Xiao was stunned for a moment and said, "If you say you want wildflowers in the mountains, I'll pick a handful for you." But you want that lotus, don't laugh at me for being lonely, to be honest, I don't even know what the lotus looks like, where can I get it for you? Don't entertain me, an uneducated and uneducated mountain man, right? ”

"Well, I want a sword, like the one in the hands of a knight. Can you get one for me? Han Mo said again, while slowly walking down the mountain. Wu Xiao hurriedly threw Chai He on his back and followed.

"The sword...... I haven't seen it either...... Oh, you're talking about the Peachwood Sword, right? ”

The corners of Han Moyu's mouth twitched, peachwood sword? Is it the kind of evil thing that hangs at the head of the bed and is not as big as a palm?

Wu Xiaomeng slapped his thigh and shouted: "I know that Wu Gandad in the village is a famous carpenter, with extremely dexterous hands, he can make anything. I heard that when he was young, he traveled from south to north and south, and he also had a wide range of knowledge, so he must have seen the sword you mentioned! How about you draw it and let him make it for you? ”

Han Moyu smiled and said, "Isn't that a wooden sword used to ward off evil spirits?" When I fell for it, I wanted this kind of thing. You might as well find Blacksmith Wu to make me a real iron sword. ”

"What's so good about the Iron Sword? It's expensive and it's useless...... It's not as good as this peachwood sword! It can ward off evil spirits and keep peace, and it's a lot cheaper. Ask him to paint you, and you'll be pretty! Wu Xiao said energetically, reached out and picked up a branch from the ground and gestured.

Han Moyu felt a little funny, and turned around and said, "Then make a kitchen knife, it's useful, it's quite affordable." ”

Wu Xiao touched his head, dropped the branch, jumped in front of Han Moyu, and said, "It's okay." I'll smash my iron pot in Ming'er, and I'll find Blacksmith Wu to get you a kitchen knife......"

Han Mo choked, and his heart really couldn't get anything good with this stingy ghost, so he said angrily: "You save it!" You smashed the iron pot, and your mother is not allowed to chase you all over the street...... Okay, don't jump in front of my eyes, you have to walk the mountain road, be careful of falling. ”

"Why are you as verbose as my mother...... Wu Xiao said, turned over and jumped off a mountain rock, and said: "I'm different from you, you ......" As soon as he said half a sentence, he immediately stopped talking, and kept looking at Han Moyu's expression, for fear that she would be unhappy.

"If you have something to say, you can finish it, and suddenly choke in the middle of speaking, how bad it is." Han Moyu turned his head to look at Wu Xiao, with an indifferent smile on his face: "If you want to say that I'm different from you, I'm a cripple, just say it." I know what is going on myself. ”

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to......" Wu Xiao stretched out his hand and pulled Han Moyu, "Come, give me the piano, I'll take it." You hold on to the trunk of the tree and walk slowly, this road is not easy to walk. ”

"No need." Han Mo said, "I'm not mad at you. Whoever tells me this, I must be anxious with him. But you're different, I know you're outspoken, you've never had bad intentions toward me, and even if you say those words, you don't mean to hurt me...... So, it doesn't matter. After speaking, Han Moyu tilted his head and took a breath of fresh air and smiled.

Once, because of her two lame legs, she had a lot of tempers with Mo Chunlan. If anyone in the village said her, she would definitely turn her face on the spot, and when she went home, she would cry and scream and make trouble with Mo Chunlan.

But now, when she thinks back to those past events, she feels that she was really too ignorant at that time.

Han Moyu was walking behind Wu Xiao, and was wandering, when he suddenly heard Wu Xiao exclaim: "Moyu, look at it!" ”

Han Moyu looked in the direction of Wu Xiao's finger, and saw that the village under the mountain was shrouded in a ball of firelight, and the sky in the west was red. That's where their house is headed.

Han Moyu was startled, and suddenly remembered, at this time in his memory, it seemed that there was a catastrophe in the village! No wonder she always felt like something was going to happen the other day, but she couldn't remember it! It turned out to be this!

In my memory, at this time, a group of strangers from unknown sources came to this remote and indisputable Wujia Village, riding a high-headed horse and rampage through the village, killing people when they saw them, and setting fire to houses when they saw them!

Thinking of this, Han Moyu trembled all over, and he couldn't take a step anymore when he stood there.

"Oh no, the village is on fire!" Wu Xiao threw away the firewood and grass on his back, jumped down in a few steps, and shouted: "Moyu, I'll go back and take a look first, you walk slowly behind!" Be careful! I'll go first! ”

Han Moyu hurriedly stretched out his hand and grabbed Wu Xiao, and yelled: "Don't go!" ”

Wu Xiao was startled by her shouting so coldly, turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Han Moyu withdrew his gaze from looking at the village and asked Wu Xiao, "What day is it now?" ”

I remember that the inhumane killing was in the fifth year of Jian'an, not long after Qingming.

Wu Xiao shook his head, "I don't know what day it is, and we don't have a yellow calendar in our family." I only know that the Qingming Festival is coming, and it seems that there are still a few days left. ”

Haven't had the Qingming Festival yet?

Han Moyu frowned. So, the horrific slaughter hasn't started yet? So, what is today's fire? Could it be that whose family accidentally walked into the water? (Walking on water means fire in ancient times)

"Let's go, go back and see!" Han Mo said.

Wu Xiao took Han Moyu and walked a few steps, and when he saw that Han Moyu couldn't keep up, he shouted: "Moyu, I'll go back and have a look first, you wait for me here first!" With that, he jumped down in a few steps.

After all, Wu Xiao was a child who was used to stumbling and crawling in the mountains, so he jumped and trotted down the mountain all the way, and ran towards the place where the village was on fire.

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Moyu: What time is it today? Why am I having a messy life?

Wu Xiao: Boss, I don't know! We are illiterate peasants, who only care about sunrise and sunset, where to care about what number is! Days and everything, it's all estimated!

Moyu: It turns out that everyone lives in the dark......

Wu Xiao (spread hands): That's right.

Mo Yu (tears): It's so sad to have no calendar! Can we still change history and change fate according to the date of occurrence in memory?