Zhan Ying's heart was like a knife, he was not even ten years old at that time! More than 100 knives... Is it to double the bullying that has been suffered for so many years?

Mo Li had a cold look: "This is not the end. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Covered in blood and hatred, he went back to the dilapidated house where the beggars' organization usually lived, and killed all the other thugs who were sleeping, all of them slashing their throats.

At this moment, he was already red-eyed, and he held the dagger to find the child who usually liked to beat him the most, and stabbed him in the leg. The child woke up screaming in pain, and when he woke up to see the scene covered in blood, he was so frightened that he no longer dared to scream. The screams woke the other children, but they were too frightened to come forward.

Those who usually bully Jingshang, Mo Li gave them a knife. Now they don't have to pretend to be lame or have weak hands, Moli has made them really lame.

After doing all this, Mo Li left step by step with a dagger, and those children gave way one after another, and no one dared to stand in front of him.

Mo Li just walked step by step, just wanting to get as far away from that hell as possible. I don't know how long he walked, but he was exhausted and finally passed out on the ground.

Wake up to the scene. He looked at the torn clothes and the blood on his hands. He still had the blood-stained dagger at hand, and he kicked it far away in shock.

No matter what Jing Shang thought, he couldn't think of what happened last night, and he didn't know how he got here. He was confused and frightened, not knowing where he should go.

"He walked for many days, and when he was sleepy, he would find a deserted temple or a dilapidated house to sleep in, as long as there was a tile to cover his head. When thirsty, seek water from rivers, streams, and even ditches to drink. When I was hungry, I ate leftovers from rich people's homes, dug up wild vegetables in the field, and even grabbed food from wild dogs..."Mo Li's tone was cold and low, telling those unbearable pasts.

"Until one day, he fell ill and passed out in the barren mountains and wilderness, thinking that this time he would definitely die, but he met her-" I don't know if it was Zhan Ying's hallucination, she seemed to see a wisp of warmth on Mo Li's face at the moment.

When he woke up, he found himself lying in a simple but cleanly cleaned wooden house, the air was filled with the smell of medicinal herbs, and there was the sound of boiling outside the house.

The door of the wooden house creaked open, and a woman in her early twenties entered, dressed in a blue dress, with no grease on her face and only a silver hairpin in her hair. Such a simple outfit did not affect her beauty in the slightest.

Her eyebrows are thick and long, like those of distant mountains, a pair of big eyes are as bright as stars, her nose is straight, and the corners of her mouth have a graceful arc, which is naturally raised. She opened her eyes when she saw the scene, smiled, and the pear vortex on her lips was fully revealed.

"Are you awake?" Her eyes sparkled, "You fainted in the field, fortunately I passed by collecting medicine, otherwise you would have been eaten by wild dogs." She pursed her lips and smiled, and hurriedly helped Jing Shang to sit up, and then went to the medicine jar at the door and poured a bowl of medicine in.

"Drink it, it's good to get sick. You're too thin, what's your name? She said in a series of words, Jing Shang was just silent, and did not accept the medicine bowl.

"Drink it! How can you get better without drinking this disease? What about your family? She shoved the medicine bowl into Jingshang's hand.

Jing Shang just shook his head.

It turned out that there was no family, just like her... Her heart softened.

"And what's your name?"

Jing Shang shook his head again. The old monk was mute, and he never named him, let alone called him.

"Can't speak?" Jing Shang nodded.

Qing Yao first checked his pulse, asked him to open his mouth to show her, and put two fingers on his throat, and sent an "ah-" to let Jing learn, and Jing Yiyi did it one by one. For some reason, Jing Shang has an inexplicable trust in the woman in front of him, and he is like a obedient cat in front of her.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with your voice—" she wondered, "it's probably that you don't want to speak, or you've never learned, right?" ”

Gently tap the lower jaw on the scene.

"You drink the medicine first-" Seeing Jing Shang drink not a drop of the medicine in the bowl, such a bitter medicine, such a young child didn't frown, Qing Yao's heart hurt inexplicably, and her expression became softer and softer.

"I have no relatives and no home. If you want, we can live together and be each other's relatives in the future, okay? Her eyes flashed, she smiled brightly, and said these words to Jing Shang that Jing Shang will never forget.

Jing Shang stared at her fixedly, but did not react. Just when she was disappointed that Jing Shang would not agree, Jing Shang nodded heavily.

She was happy from the bottom of her heart, and her whole face brightened up because of it. Regardless of the dirty and smelly body on Jingshang's body, she hugged him: "From now on, I will have a family!" After hugging for a while, she held Jingshang's shoulders with both hands, and squatted in front of the bed to look at Jingshang:

"My name is Qing Yao, Qing - Yao-" She taught Jing Shang with an exaggerated mouth shape, but Jing Shang still didn't speak.

Qing Yao. He took the name to heart.

"It's okay, take your time." She smiled warmly at him.

From now on, he is no longer an orphan, he is no longer without relatives in this world, he has relatives, and this person is Qing Yao.

Jing Shang fell asleep, this was the most restful and fragrant sleep he had in more than four years.

When he woke up the next day, he sat up suddenly, afraid that what had happened before was just a dream.

At this moment, Qing Yao Yingying came over with a smile and took a stack of clothes, shoes and socks.

"Yesterday I went to the market and pulled the green cloth to make a shirt for you, shoes and socks are all freshly bought, you get up and take a hot shower to change this clothes."

Jing Shang looked at his dirty and torn clothes, and actually slept on such a clean bed for two days, he felt a little ashamed in his heart, and hurriedly went to bathe according to his words.

After washing, he changed into a green cloth shirt made by Qing Yao, and his hair was wet and messy.

Qing Yao pulled him over, cut off the hair that was too long and knotted with scissors, and tied him in a bun with strips of cloth. When she turned to herself over Jingshang's shoulders, Qing Yao couldn't help but be stunned:

"Yesterday my face was full of dirt and I didn't see your face clearly, but I found out that I was born so well." She looked at Jingshang's delicate face and sighed.

"I should give you a name." It dawned on her that he didn't have a name yet.

"What's it called? ......" She fell into deep thought, suddenly remembered something, and her expression became soft, sweet, and finally turned into melancholy and sadness.

It was a long time before she came back to her senses from her memories and spoke softly, her tone as if it had come from far away:

"Let's call it Moli on the scene... All right? Jing Shang nodded obediently.

On the scene, there is no separation.