Just as he didn't know what to do, the little boy saw the hemp gray shortcoat in the closet, which was the new dress his mother had sewn for his birthday a few days ago, and he still didn't want to wear it even after his birthday.

Looking back at the man sitting at the head of the bed, his eyes were red, and his hands on his brother's chest trembled slightly, and the boy only hesitated for a moment, and then he grabbed his clothes and returned to the bedside.

"There's no clean cloth left, so let's make do with this." As he spoke, the boy handed him his clothes.

And Mo Yan didn't think much about it, and took the clothes and tore them into pieces and scattered them.

"Shhh...... Click......"

The sound of his clothes being torn sounded harsh to the boy's ears, but he still didn't stop, silently helping on the side.

The blood kept flowing, soaking countless cloths, Mo Yan changed them piece by piece, until the bleeding gradually stopped again, Mo Yan smeared the wound with the medicinal powder brought by the boy and wrapped it around the cloth.

By this time, the basin of water beside him was already full of blood-stained cloth, and the clothes that the boy's mother had made for him were no longer visible.

"Is he alright?"

Mo Yan shook his head, the ointment in the boy's house is just for stopping bleeding and removing stasis, and it is okay for ordinary hunting knife wounds, but it is useless for Mo Yan's poisonous blade that pierces the heart.

"That'...... I'm going to the next village to find a doctor? There is an old doctor Liu there, and whenever there is a serious illness in our village within a radius of dozens of miles, he will be invited to ......."

"Not necessarily." Mo Yan interrupted the boy, Dongling Yi's pulse was already very weak, whether it was to ask the nearest doctor or go to the palace for help, it was too late.

The boy looked at Mo Yan and saw that there was no more panic in his eyes, and his expression became resolute and firm, as if he had secretly made some decision.

Then, the boy saw Mo Yan take out the string of Yingluo from his chest, he grew so big, it was the first time he saw such a delicate and beautiful thing, the most precious thing he had ever seen was probably the plain silver hairpin in his mother's makeup box, which was a dowry gift when his father and mother got married, and his mother was never willing to bring it out.

But the boy didn't understand, what was the use of Mo Yan taking out this Yingluo at this time, after all, no matter how beautiful this object was, it was not a panacea!

"Go and keep watch for me outside the door, okay?"

The boy withdrew his gaze from Yingluo and replied in a daze, "Okay, I'll go now." So saying, he ran out and closed the door, and stood motionless outside.

After about half an hour, it was almost dusk, and the door was pushed open, and Mo Yan walked out.

The boy looked into the room with his neck up, the man's younger brother was still lying quietly on the bed, and then looked at the man in front of him who was covered with sweat beads and pale lips, and he didn't know what was going on inside, but it was clear that the boy didn't hear any movement.

"He's fine."

"Really?" The boy's eyes lit up, as if it was his loved one who had been rescued inside.

Mo Yan wiped the sweat oozing from his forehead, sat on the wooden stake in the courtyard, and asked, "My name is Mo Yan, what about you, what's your name?" ”

"Peng Le, my brother's name is Peng An." After the boy said his name, he deliberately mentioned the name of his deceased brother.

"Peace and joy are your father's expectations for you."

"Yes, it's just that this name seems to be reversed, my younger brother has been happy since he was a child, but he was killed when he was five years old and was bitten to death by a wild wolf. As he spoke, the boy's gaze dimmed, "And I, after my brother is gone, I will no longer have any joy." ”

"So when you heard that this was my brother, your heart softened."

Peng Le nodded, "It will be very painful to lose my brother. ”

Under the sunset, Mo Yan looked at Peng Le's figure, so lonely and sad, "It hurts." ”

"Yes, if I could, I would rather be the one who was bitten to death by the wolf, I just want my brother to live."

Mo Yan turned his head and looked at the sleeping Dongling Yi in the room through the door frame and muttered, "Yes, I want him to live." ”

"Peng Le, where is your father?"

"My father and mother went into the mountains to hunt, and every year at this time, they would go into the mountains to hunt some fox rabbits, and then come back and skin them and sell them in the town."

Mo Yan knew it, no wonder he didn't see the child's parents come back so late.

"Peng Le, can you do me another favor?"

"Just say it, Mo Yan." After treating Mo Yan's younger brother together, Peng Le felt that he had become friends with the person in front of him, so he subconsciously called him by his full name.

And Mo Yan didn't feel that it was inappropriate for Peng Le to call his name directly, but was very pleased, "My brother is no longer in trouble, he will wake up in about two or three hours, you can help me take care of him, okay?" When he wakes up, feed him a large bowl of water. ”

"What about you?" Peng Le heard that something was wrong.

"I have something to do, I have to leave first."

Peng Le stood up and stared at Mo Yan nervously and with concern, "Where are you going?" Are you going to your enemies? ”

"Enemy?"

"Yes, weren't you hunted down by the enemy, and your brother was injured?" Peng Le took it for granted that the brother who suddenly broke into his life was so embarrassed, and the younger brother was seriously injured and almost didn't come back, he must have been harmed by the enemy.

Mo Yan couldn't help laughing, and said even more matter-of-factly: "Yes, my enemy." ”

After all, he has lived in the mountains and villages since he was a child, where has he really seen any real swords and swords, what blood and hatred, and what is not the same as the sky, all of which are legends in the mouth of the village storyteller, so he asked mysteriously: "What kind of enemy is so powerful!" Peng Le thought about the wound on Mo Yan's chest, and couldn't help but shudder, there were not a few wounds that were bitten by jackals, snakes and beasts on weekdays, but they were not as tragic and terrible as the wounds he had just seen.

Mo Yan nodded Peng Le's head and said, "I'm not old, but my curiosity is not small." ”

Peng Le could see that Mo Yan obviously didn't want to continue the topic, so he changed the topic and said, "Then when will you come back to pick up your brother?" ”

"At most one night, someone will come and pick him up."

"Then what shall I say to your brother when he wakes up?"

"Tell him for me, everyone is well, don't worry, don't think." Mo Yan wanted to find a pen in the house and leave a note for Dongling Yi, but he didn't have a pen or paper after rummaging through it, so he had to let Peng Le pass the word.

"Just those eight words?"

"Well, that's all, as for the arrival of the next people, my brother will have something to say to them when he wakes up." As he spoke, Mo Yan stood up, patted Peng Le's shoulder and said solemnly and sincerely, "Peng Le, thank you for taking us in."

"Mo Yan, will we see each other again in the future?"

I don't want Mo Yan to ask with interest, "Do you want to see me again?" ”

"Hmm!" Peng Le nodded vigorously, it had been a long, long time since his brother died, he hadn't spoken to anyone for such a long time, including to his father.

"Then we'll see you again."

(End of chapter)