That year, the green wheat was faintly golden, and the temperature gradually cooled down in the early autumn season, and the sudden storms came quite frequently. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Midsummer is coming to an end, and the hot summer night should be a familiar breeze blowing, but tonight makes people feel very dull, and the irritable atmosphere drives people home early, and the lights in the house are turned off and on, which is replaced with candles. The flames danced in every corner of the village, and even my heart seemed to be illuminated a little solemnly, and the heavy wooden door creaked and turned with a heavy sound, and the old people chattering in front of the door also dispersed.

Mo Yu sat at a thick wooden table that had been used for decades as usual, holding a bowl of hot porridge in both hands and blowing vigorously with his mouth open, very cute and shiny in his mother's eyes, and his wrinkled hands touched Xiao Mo Yao's head with love.

The porridge is steamed with dry wood and served in a large, flat pot. The heat kept bubbling up, and at a glance, it was extremely hot, and the large pot was placed on the side behind Xiao Moxi.

Outside the house, it finally rained, and the jade beads the size of beans fell from the sky and slapped on the dilapidated stone steps, and the crisp sound of rain dripping was particularly calming; The sky seemed to be unaccustomed to seeing people calm, but the rain still rose suddenly, the thunder flickered and shriek, and the sound of the thunderstorm changed from calm at the beginning to annoying. The mother got up from her stool and walked through the courtyard that had become a rainforest, slamming the heavy gate behind while the others went to close the windows and collect the pickles.

Mo Yu saw a long pole umbrella on the edge of the stool on the right, and wanted to get up and pick up the umbrella to take his mother into the house, who knew that Xiao Mo Yu moved the legs of the stool and squeaked and turned him over directly, and then the hot porridge was directly knocked over, "Ahhh.......h Mo Yu found that the meat on his thighs was tumbling and emitting a faint smoke, and the pain was all rolled to his brain, and Xiao Mo Yu fell directly to the ground in pain and couldn't move!

When the mother closed the door and turned around and saw Xiao Mo You's situation, she immediately ran over, touched Xiao Mo You's thighs and trembled, tears gushed out directly, and immediately picked up Xiao Mo Wei and ran out. The nearest clinic to home is also more than three kilometers away. My mother kept running on my back and almost fell down several times, but my mother used her thin legs to prop herself on the ground to make sure that neither he nor she were planted. Thunder and lightning rushed down, a blow hit the willow tree and fell directly to the ground, and the branches scattered all the way by the rain blocked them, the sky relentlessly whipped as if to punish the innocent them, and the mother's feet still kept running at speed even if they were pierced by some sharp branches. Mother's rushing tears and rain poured down, can no longer be distinguished. "Little worries don't hurt, little worries don't hurt, don't be afraid that we'll be at the clinic right away!". I only heard my mother's murmuring voice, which seemed extremely flustered and worried

Mo Wei has been living in the clinic, the doctor is afraid that he will be infected so he will let him live here with peace of mind, the doctor's kind face makes Mo Wei feel very kind, "Little Mo You, you don't have to worry, I will definitely let you not feel the slightest pain, and there is no cost to live with me!" Xiao Mo touched his head and nodded knowingly.

After a few months, he was really well, just as the old doctor said, there was no pain at all, Xiao Mo Wu lifted the scar on the leg of his trousers, which was extremely hideous and ugly, and he was so frightened that he paused. After a while, the child's little Mo Wei felt that the scar was not painful and laughed happily again; Mother came, boiled a chicken soup to celebrate his recovery, Xiao Mo was extremely happy, kissed his mother on the face, and then Xiao Mo and his mother laughed happily, no one mentioned the hideousness and ugliness of the scar, but the mother's eyes lingered on his scar for a long time.

Later, then later, there was no later, this scar has been growing with Xiao Moyou, and it has become the only wisp of thought that he can feel his mother's breath, a precious and unforgettable memory.

Fate is like a shackle tattoo, and memories are like a cold wind blowing and mercilessly ridiculed! Mo Wei innocently made a few heavy injuries and brushed shoulders with death, thorns covered in bumps and bumps silently, and the scars tattooed on the feet of his pants were a bitter memory, the only memory with her