(Dear, Chapter 31 has been updated and is now available to watch.) Don't read the penultimate chapters at a time. ）

"Young Master Moyu is awake!" the servants in the room cried out with joy.

"My little master, you have been sleeping like this for three days and three nights, but you have scared everyone to death! Don't do this in the future!" Han Moyu noticed that in the crowd, the woman who spoke, her eyebrows and eyes were very similar to her nurse, Mo Chunlan.

"Who are you?" asked Han Moyu.

Seeing that she woke up, Mo Chunzhu stepped forward, helped Han Moyu to sit against the pillow, wiped a handful of tears, and said softly: "I am your nurse Mo Chunlan's sister, my name is Chunzhu." Mo Chunzhu said.

"Where's Aunt Lan?" asked Han Moyu.

Mo Chunzhu's eyes were red, she lowered her head and said, "Sister...... My sister was kicked out of the cold mansion by her wife...... I'm afraid she's back in Wujia Village now...... When she left, she said that she would never come back to you again...... Let you take care of yourself, live well here, and don't think about her ......"

"Are you leaving?......" Han Mo muttered, a little stunned.

"Gone. And they all answered in unison.

"That's right, she's gone and will never come back. She said, let you forget about her and live well. Mo Chunzhu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Are you really gone?......" Hanmo muttered to himself. She was so sick that she fell asleep for several days. Unexpectedly, in the past few days when she was asleep, Mo Chunlan had been kicked out of the Han Mansion by Mrs. Han. But it's okay, at least this time, Mo Chunlan is still alive and well.

Mother, you left, but you left Mo Yu alone in this cold mansion. Mother, I really want to go back to Wujia Village with you...... Han Mo muttered to himself, clenched his arms, and curled up.

The house in Hanfu is better than the thatched hut in Wujia Village that will leak when it rains and is ventilated on all sides, I don't know how many times. But such a cold mansion made her feel so cold, so cold that she couldn't stop shivering.

"Poor child...... Mo Chunzhu touched a handful of tears and helped Han Moyu, "Are you hungry?" As she spoke, she picked up a bowl of white fungus wolfberry lotus seed porridge, scooped a little with a small spoon, and sent it to Han Moyu's mouth. Han Moyu looked at her face, which looked like Mo Chunlan, and suddenly threw herself into her arms.

"What's the matter? What are you crying about? Is there something uncomfortable?" Mo Chunzhu patted Han Moyu's back distressedly and asked.

Han Moyu sobbed a few times before he slowly calmed down, and said to himself: "It's okay to go, it's okay to go......"

Mo Chunzhu turned his head, secretly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then turned his head and said softly: "Young master, don't be too sad." Mrs. Han has forgiven Sister Chunlan and promised not to report to the official. But she couldn't be kept. It's okay to go, a high-gate compound like the capital is not suitable for my sister......"

Seeing that Han Moyu still lowered his head and didn't speak, Mo Chunzhu said again: "If you really want her to think hard, ask someone to give her a letter." ”

"Hmm. Han Moyu nodded. "But I panicked. Aunt Lan really left like this? she didn't even say hello to me. I have a feeling that she will never come back to me again......" Han Mo whispered, "I regret it, I regret talking to her so loudly that day." It would be nice if I were gentle......"

……

Maybe it can be said that the child will quickly forget jì unpleasant things, or it can be said that she deliberately forgets jì, in short, Hanmo has buried the adoptive father and nurse deeply in the depths of memory, and does not want to think about it again. Mo Chunzhu is right, a place like the capital, a high-gate compound like Hanfu, is really not suitable for the honest and honest Wu Qiusheng and the simple and kind Mo Chunlan to live.

Perhaps, they should stay away from here and live their own peaceful life in that distant Wujia Village. One went up to the mountains to collect firewood, hunt, and go to the market to exchange food and clothing, while the other planted vegetables and watered flowers in the small vegetable garden behind the house, or went to the fields to dig wild vegetables, and went to the river to wash clothes, and then in the afternoon, when the sun was shining, the two of them sat together under the big tree in the courtyard to drink tea and chat.

You don't have to look at other people's eyes, you don't have to dig out your heart to please others, you don't need to look at words, you just need to live your own life, leisurely and comfortable.

Although I don't deliberately think about it, Han Moyu still often remembers the rainy scene in my dreams, when the thatched huts that leaked everywhere were full of large and small bottles and cans, and then listened to the sound of raindrops hitting the bottles and cans, like beautiful music.

It's just that back then, she would only curl up on a wooden bed covered with thatch, and complain about the windy walls on all sides. Han Moyu couldn't help but laugh when he thought of this. It's really this time and that time.

When he stepped into the room of the Autumn Moon Pavilion, Han Moyu sniffed the faint fragrance and frowned slightly. The room where I lived had had been dead, and there were two. Hanmo has always been afraid of the dark, ghosts, and loneliness. But now, all three are accounted for.

She still had nightmares, and they were getting more and more frequent. In the past, when she was in Wujia Village, whenever she was afraid, Mo Chunlan would run in from the opposite room to hug her, and then coax her to sleep. Now, having lost Mo Chunlan's warm embrace, every time Han Moyu was awakened by a nightmare, he could only curl up in the corner by himself and cry silently. She felt like a person who had fallen into the water now, how she wanted to pull on a life-saving straw.

Therefore, although Mrs. Autumn and the two maidservants turned a blind eye to her, she always had the cheekiness to lean over and tease the little girl, her sister Han Lingshuang. The little girl is very simple and easy to get close to. was amused by her, always giggling and smiling, hiding behind the maidservant.

During this period, I heard that the eldest son, Han Changyu, had asked Mrs. Han several times, hoping to rearrange a residence for Han Moyu. But Mrs. Han always had a stiff face and was unwilling to agree. The result of the final compromise was to equip Han Moyu with a servant and a maidservant.

Nowadays, in addition to being empty and lonely, Hanmoyu's life is not bad. There is food and drink, and there are people to serve, and Han Moyu lives a depraved life of clothes and stretching out his hands to eat.

It's just that she eats big fish and meat every day, but she still can't help but think of the black flour buns and wild vegetable cakes back then. Thinking about it like this, she became more and more greedy. The gluttonous worms in the stomach kept churning, making Hanmo unable to sleep at night. She finally jumped up after the third night of tossing and turning and unable to sleep, and went to find Shen Zhong'an, the servant that Madame Han had assigned to her.

"I want to eat wild vegetables, take me to dig them!" Han Moyu blurted out without thinking about it, and the first thing he said when he saw Shen Zhong'an turned out to be like this.

Shen Zhongan was stunned for a moment. The fourteen-year-old boy's face was full of astonishment and disbelief: "Young Master Moyu, what did you say?"