Han Moyu followed Han Changyu into the courtyard gate of Xizhaoju, and from a distance, he saw a woman kneeling on the ground under the steps of the main hall of Xizhaoju. Han Moyu felt that the woman's figure was very familiar, but she didn't dare to confirm it, so she hurriedly took a few steps closer to take a look. The person kneeling on the ground was none other than Mo Chunlan, the nurse of Hanmoyu.

Han Mo was surprised and happy, sad and hateful, and stood in place for a long time speechless. I was surprised that I didn't expect Mo Chunlan to be here, happy to be parting and reunited, sad that my biological mother didn't treat me as well as a nursing mother, and hating that the woman in front of me who had called her mother for several years had deceived her like this. When Han Moyu saw Mo Chunlan, she had mixed feelings in her heart, and she didn't know whether she should love or hate.

When Mo Chunlan heard that someone was coming, she raised her head and saw Han Moyu in front of her, with a look of surprise on her face. She hurriedly took Han Moyu's hand and asked, "Moyu, are you okay? Are you okay? When you left, you cried and howled like that, which hurt your mother...... No, it worries the slave and maid...... Come here, let the mother ...... Phew," Mo Chunlan stretched out her hand and flashed her mouth, and said, "Let the slave take a good look at you......"

Han Moyu cried all of a sudden. The resentment that was originally full of resentment disappeared without a trace in that instant. She pounced, hugged Mo Chunlan, who was kneeling on the ground, and cried breathlessly: "Mother, why are you here......? I thought it was ...... I thought I'd never see you again......"

Mo Chunlan's eyes were red, she reached out and wiped the corners of her eyes, trying to show a smile, and said, "It's the slave maid who is not good, and she taught the young master Moyu badly...... Young Master Moyu must not scream like this anymore, it will torment the slave and maid...... Slave ......"

She choked up, then gently patted Han Moyu's back and said, "Okay, okay, don't cry." As long as you don't hate the slave, the slave will be very happy. Where can you dare to have any extravagant hopes?"

After venting the emotions that had gathered together, Han Moyu sobbed and stopped crying, wanting to pull Mo Chunlan to get up: "Why are you kneeling here? Get up, it's cold on the ground." You've always had bad knees. ”

"Good boy, leave the slaves alone. The slave is good, really. Since you left that day, the slave maid has always been in her heart, so she followed her cheekily all the way......"

Mo Chunlan smiled and looked at Han Moyu dotingly, "You go back quickly, leave me alone." I am a sinner, and I am now pleading with Mrs. Han, hoping that she will forgive me. If you intercede for me here, it will only make Madame Han even more annoyed. The slave knows that you are a good-hearted child. The slave is fine, compared to letting your mother and son separate for so many years, kneeling for a while is nothing. As he spoke, he wanted to push away Han Moyu, and looked at Han Changyu with a pleading gaze.

"Moyu, get up. Aunt Lan is right, if you cry and cry and intercede for her here, your mother will definitely be annoyed. Okay, Mother must be angry today, so we don't have to say hello to Mother, let's go back with me first. Han Changyu said, pulling up Han Mo.

Han Moyu looked at Mo Chunlan and then at Han Changyu, knowing that even if she was here, it would be useless, and maybe it would make things worse, so she had to get up.

"Let's go. Han Changyu pulled Han Moyu and pulled away Han Moyu, who was reluctant to turn back one step at a time.

"Am I too bad?" Han Moyu walked silently and suddenly asked.

"How can you think like that?" Han Changyu smiled, stretched out his hand and gently stroked Han Moyu's head.

"Mo Chunlan actually took me away from my biological parents, and has been cheating on me, harming me for so many years...... However, when I saw her, I couldn't feel a trace of hatred in my heart. There's no way I can hate her. Han Mo said, tilting his head and taking a deep breath.

Of course, she had no way to hate this woman named Mo Chunlan. In her memory, the woman's smiling face had filled her heart.

"I know. Han Changyu said, "It's okay, ah." I know it's hard for you to accept the fact that you want to hate anyone, but you can't hate, so you're conflicted. But there's nothing wrong with that. It's not that easy to hate someone.

If you can think about it, after all, she has raised you for so many years, and she can be regarded as making up for it. Thinking so in your heart, doing the same in your actions, trying to forgive her, or trying to find a better excuse for not being able to hate her, you will be relieved. ”

Han Moyu shook his head and said, "I can't do it. ”

"Then forget about it. Han Changyu said.

I can't hate, but I can't love.

The memories of the past came to my heart. It was precisely because of this Mo Chunlan that she and her biological parents had been separated from each other for so many years. She suddenly knew why she lost contact with Mo Chunlan completely later in her memory, and she didn't even know the news of that woman's death, and she didn't see her for the last time.

At that time, after learning about her life experience, she also had such complex feelings of love and hate for Mo Chunlan, so she chose to forget and cut off contact.

Han Moyu walked into the courtyard, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. What sinks into the heart is full of floral fragrance.

She glanced up at the magnolia flowers in full bloom in the courtyard, and changed the topic and asked, "Is there also magnolia flowers in my brother's yard?"

Han Changyu looked up at the white magnolia flowers on the tree, shook his head, and said, "I don't like magnolia flowers, they are too pure, so pure that people are desperate." ”

"What kind of flowers are planted in my brother's yard?" asked Han Moyu.

"It's a very vulgar flower, and it's also white, guess?" Han Changyu smiled slightly, and turned his face sideways to look at Han Moyu.

"Baimei?" asked Han Moyu.

Han Changyu shook his head, "You guess again." ”

"Pear blossom?" Han Moyu asked again.

Han Changyu laughed, "It's so smart, I guessed it right the second time." My yard is full of pear trees, and when spring comes, the pear trees in my yard bloom, and the white and delicate flowers bloom on top of each other, like a layer of snow. Would you like to check it out?"

Han Moyu clapped his hands and smiled: "Okay, okay, good! I like pear blossoms the most." ”

When Han Moyu clapped his hands and laughed, he felt a cold chill fall on his cheeks. She looked up. More rain fell like thin silver threads.

"The pear blossoms with rain will be beautiful. Han Moyu smiled slightly, his expression slowly becoming a little solemn.

"In the spring, the snow-white pear blossoms bloom all over the tree, and when the flowers fall, a pool of red lotus flowers will begin to bloom one after another. Brilliant as fire. Han Changyu's eyes narrowed slightly.

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