Chapter 8: Returning Home

On the northern outskirts of Nuhai City, a small mountain village shrouded in snow is eerily peaceful, with only a few goshawks standing in the woods on the branches of a large pine tree that has died half of it.

A speeding car shattered the silence of the small mountain village, and the startled goshawk flapped its wings away with a few mournful chirps.

Lin Xiaoxiao sat in the back of the car and said coldly, "Where are you going to take us?"

The driver was a man, wearing a cloak trench coat covering his face, and from the rearview mirror of the car, you could see his side and the gaze that occasionally showed when he raised his head, still with that cold face.

The man driving the car was in his twenties and did not answer Lin Xiaoxiao's question.

The car has been speeding on the mountain road, and several times it has skidded in the snow, but the driver's skillful driving skills have saved the day.

Lin Xiaoxiao looked at He Liang, who was lying in a coma next to him, a little breathless, and said angrily: "You are dumb, park for me!"

The car braked sharply and slid far in the snow before stopping.

Lin Xiaoxiao leaned forward, caught off guard, and almost crashed into the front seat.

Lin Xiaoxiao said angrily: "Mo Yuanshan, you are crazy!"

The person driving was Mo Yuanshan, and I saw him pull the handbrake, open the door and get out of the car.

Lin Xiaoxiao followed and got out of the car, and said angrily: "Don't think that if you saved me, I will be grateful to you, you tell me honestly, who are you? Where are you going to take me? What is your purpose?"

Mo Yuanshan stood in the wind and snow, looked at a wooden house in the northwest corner of the small mountain village in front of him and said, "Go home!"

"Home?"

"Yes, that little cabin is my home, twenty years later, it is still the same, not the same at all, if it had not been for the fact that I met a man twenty years ago, perhaps, I would have made the sunrise and sunset in this little mountain village, and like this goshawk that has just been frightened by us, this forest and sky are all my life. ”

"Don't pretend to be deep with me, tell me stories, I'm not interested, I just want to know why you brought us here, who are you, what is your purpose?"

"I've already said, 'go home,' and if you're leaving, I'm not against that. It's just that next time, you don't have such good luck. As for what my purpose is, please use your brain!"

After Mo Yuanshan finished speaking, he stretched his waist, shook the snow on his body, and went back to the car.

Lin Xiaoxiao stood in the heavy snow, looking at the reckless mountains and deathly silence around him, as well as the snowstorm in the sky, it was estimated that it was already twilight, and he was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he had no choice but to go back to the car.

The car stopped in front of a small wooden house in the northwest corner of Xiangyang Village.

The hut is divided into three small rooms, arranged in a zigzag pattern, and the doors are opened to talk to each other, and in the middle is a fire pit, which is topped by a flap skylight structure, revealing some daylight.

Snowflakes fall from the skylight and are quickly melted by the burning bonfire.

Lin Xiaoxiao was facing Mo Yuanshan's house, leaning on a wooden chair, watching Mo Yuanshan bring a pot of tea and put it in front of him, and then went to wash some rice, put it in a porcelain pot, and set it up on the bonfire to boil porridge.

Neither of them spoke, but sat in front of the fire, and it was getting dark.

There was a burst of aroma in the porcelain pot, Mo Yuanshan took a bowl, filled a bowl of porridge and handed it to Lin Xiaoxiao.

Lin Xiaoxiao glanced at Mo Yuanshan, took the porridge, turned around and glanced at He Liang who was lying in the middle room, only to see that He Liang had not woken up at all.

Mo Yuanshan said: "He is anesthetized, maybe the dose is too large, it will take some time to wake up, if he can't wake up, I'm afraid he will ......."

Lin Xiaoxiao sneered: "Don't worry about it, he still has a heartbeat, although I am not a doctor, but in this regard, I am more confident than you." ”

"You still care about him, I don't know who he is? Isn't it your boyfriend?" Mo Yuanshan said with a smile. ”

Lin Xiao blushed, and said angrily: "What's the matter with you!"

Mo Yuanshan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You didn't drink the pot of tea you gave you, but I was afraid that it would be cold, but it was a pity, it was our unique mountain stream mist tea in Xiangyang Village, if you don't drink it, are you afraid that I will be poisoned." ”

Mo Yuanshan said, got up and took the teapot back, poured himself a bowl of cold tea and drank it.

Lin Xiaoxiao looked at Mo Yuanshan and said, "Yes, I'm afraid that this tea is not clean, maybe I can't eat this porridge." ”

"Then you have the ability not to eat, put your mouth to the skylight, this northwest wind may be able to penetrate a little, you open your mouth wide and breathe it full. ”

Mo Yuanshan didn't care about Lin Xiaoxiao, he took a bowl of porridge and ate it.

Lin Xiaoxiao hadn't eaten for a day, and her stomach was so hungry that her chest was close to her back, but just now she was angry and said it to death, so she had to turn her back with a red face and not look at Mo Yuanshan's eating appearance.

Mo Yuanshan's voice drinking porridge was particularly loud, one after another, as if it was deliberate.

And the fragrance of the porridge came, which suddenly caused Lin Xiaoxiao's saliva to flow even more, and his stomach was like thunder, gurgling for a while.

Mo Yuanshan had already heard it, and tried his best to hold back his laughter, the sound of drinking porridge became louder, and he let out a happy sigh from time to time.

Lin Xiaoxiao finally couldn't help it, jumped up and pointed at Mo Yuanshan and said angrily: "Can you not be so loud, you cow eat water, or donkey eats chaff!" ”

Although Mo Yuanshan tried his best to endure it, he still laughed out loud.

Lin Xiaoxiao's face was as red as a monkey's buttocks.

Mo Yuanshan put a pot of porridge in front of Lin Xiaoxiao, and said with a smile: "Miss Wanjin, how about you please appreciate your face and taste the craftsmanship of the slave? If it was really poisonous, I would have died a long time ago." ”

Lin Xiaoxiao couldn't pull her face for a while.

Mo Yuanshan said with a smile: "This porridge is not given for free, one hundred yuan a bowl, I will remember this account for you, and when it is convenient for you, I will settle the money for me." If you think it's too expensive to drink, or don't have the guts, forget it, I'll keep it hot tomorrow and drink it myself. ”

After Mo Yuanshan finished speaking, he picked up the porridge pot and left.

Lin Xiaoxiao grabbed it and said angrily: "Put it down!"

Lin Xiaoxiao had no choice but to pick up the bowl, drank a bowl of porridge in a hurry, and filled another bowl by herself, Fang said: "You are a bastard, scoundrel." ”

Mo Yuanshan said strangely: "I saved you three times, and this time I will serve you again, it is good tea and good porridge, why am I a bastard scoundrel?"

Lin Xiaoxiao said confidently: "After running for a day, you know that you are hungry, but you don't get food first, and bring a pot of tea, what kind of heart do you have, do you want to make me vomit sour water?"

Mo Yuanshan patted his head, and suddenly smiled bitterly: "Why am I confused, it's all my fault, Miss Wanjin, you take care of it." ”

Lin Xiaoxiao drank the third bowl of porridge, Fang put down the bowl and said, "Don't change the hot tea!" ”

Mo Yuanshan had no choice but to pour the cold tea, got up and made a pot of hot tea again to pour it for Lin Xiaoxiao.

Lin Xiao took a sip and said with a smile: "Sure enough, it's different, just like you, yin and yang weird, cold as frost for a while, and a hippie smile for a while, I don't know how to say it." ”

Mo Yuanshan took a sip of tea and sighed: "People, if you have some experience, you will all be the same, there are thousands of masks! Only at your age may retain a bit of innocence. ”

"You're telling the truth, but I don't know which mask you're wearing?"