As soon as Mo Xiaoxiao drove the cow home, she saw her aunt smiling and busy in the kitchen, humming a little song.

Either the uncle made money in the business, or the cousin came back.

As expected, it was Mo Yucheng, who the whole family was proud of, who came back.

"Brother, it's so beautiful for you to write this."

Mo Xiaoxiao stood next to Mo Yucheng and watched him concentrate on writing his homework, and his flowing brushwork made people look really comfortable.

Mo Yucheng smiled faintly, "Xiaoxiao, you're back." ”

At this time, Yu Xiaofeng came in, and his eyebrows and angry eyes seemed to be eating people.

"What are you doing, don't you get out to cook, can you afford to disturb our Yucheng, this is not something that you can see on a hanger and a rice bag like yours, you can't hold a pen and write in your life."

Mo Xiaoxiao's heart was sour, could she really not hold a pen and write, read poetry and read books like Mo Yucheng in her life?

Mo Yucheng stood up and said angrily: "Mom, what are you doing, go out quickly, I can't even see you here, Xiaoxiao didn't bother me." ”

"Let me tell you Yucheng, she is a person like her who can't achieve anything with wine bags and rice bags, you don't have contact with her, you study hard, she has been this cheap skin all her life."

Mo Xiaoxiao had long been accustomed to her cynicism, so she turned around and walked out.

Habits are such a scary thing, as numbing and addictive as drugs.

Mo Xiaoxiao squatted on the edge of the pond in the backyard, teasing the little creatures in the pond with a dog's tail grass, the sky was gradually darkening, until her shadow and darkness merged into one, Mo Xiaoxiao was so covered in mosquitoes that she was unconscious.

Do you want to be so afraid and shrink your responsibilities for a lifetime? Mo Xiaoxiao, you're really useless!

Just as Mo Xiaoxiao was immersed in her own world, her aunt's cursing came from the house behind her......

"Mo Xiaoxiao, where did you die, you dead girl, you can't see a ghost every day!"

When Mo Xiaoxiao stepped into the courtyard, she was wrapped in a scolding that cut her head and covered her face.

"You dead girl, you have a lot of ability to go to heaven, it's not good to learn what to learn from people to steal chickens and touch dogs, it's hard to prevent thieves day and night, it's really a white-eyed wolf!"

At this time, the uncle had a calm face, took a puff of cigarette, pestle at the door, and asked, "Xiaoxiao, did you take Yucheng's fountain pen?" If yes, take it out, you won't need it. ”

After that, he glared at her with a thief's eyes.

"Mo Xiaoxiao is a thief, a thief is a thief!"

Mo Yuxin on the side looked like a fox and a fake tiger and grimaced with her, which was very disgusting.

Mo Xiaoxiao knew that she couldn't argue with it, she had indeed entered Mo Yucheng's room just now, and she had a quarrel with her aunt, and now no one would believe it if she didn't take it.

She jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't wash it off......

This is her gaze on Mo Yucheng, who was silent on the side, his eyes dodged, and he seemed to be wondering about something, and the only person in Mo Xiaoxiao's heart who could trust him didn't believe her.

Mo Xiaoxiao stared at Mo Yucheng directly, and in addition to grievances, there was more disappointment in her eyes......

Mo Xiaoxiao said word by word: "I said I didn't take it." "It's not loud, but it's full of determination and strength.

Yu Xiaofeng was still unrelenting and aggressive, and she was sure that she would take it. "No, who are you, is there anyone else? Let me tell you Mo Xiaoxiao, you don't want to hold a pen and write in your life and get ahead! ”

Mo Xiaoxiao's eyes were like torches, and his heavy gaze fell on Yu Xiaofeng's body, like a heavy sword, yes, Yu Xiaofeng forgot what he was going to say for a while.

"I repeat, I didn't take it, whether you believe it or not, what does it have to do with me." After speaking, he glared at the family of four at the door, like a lone wolf facing four vicious dogs, although he was down, he was by no means humble.

"Since you have nothing to do with our family, then you get out, where did you come from, where did you go, it's better to die outside, and never come back."

Yu Xiaofeng said unrelentingly.

"Do you think I want to come back? If I could, I wouldn't want to see you for the rest of my life. ”

After speaking, Mo Xiaoxiao rushed out of the door, the old wooden door creaked, and it seemed to be accusing of something, Mo Xiaoxiao's petite and strong figure disappeared from everyone's eyes.

"Xiaoxiao, where are you going when you come back......?"

Mo Yucheng called Mo Xiaoxiao's name and tried to call her back, but how could Mo Xiaoxiao, who was so proud, go back!

"Yucheng, you go up and take a look, it's not safe outside so late, call her back." Mo Guobin said at this time.

Maybe it's the last remaining bit of conscience, or maybe it's a debt and guilt to his father.........

Yu Xiaofeng still wanted to say something, but seeing Mo Guobin's complicated face, he didn't say anything.

Although it was the height of summer, Mo Xiaoxiao didn't feel warm at all, and even felt that the wind was gusting and the cold was pressing.

The loved one will always live in spring, the spring flowers are blooming, the warblers are singing and dancing, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

But Mo Xiaoxiao is the one who has been living in the cold winter, and he only feels that the snow is cruel and the wind is gluttonous, the weather is cold, and he is helpless.

But Mo Xiaoxiao was obviously born in that spring when everything was recovering and full of vitality! But she lived in winter......

Things that live in winter must be loyal and invincible, and they can withstand the severe cold, so that they can be admired by the world, whether to die a miserable and bleak death in the harsh winter, or choose to bully the frost and snow, and bloom bravely, Mo Xiaoxiao has no answer in his heart......

The cool breeze along the way, the summer cicadas and frogs chirping, everything looks so lively and harmonious, the poplar trees are dancing with their leaves, sizzling, everything in this world is like a grand banquet, and it is happy.

Mo Xiaoxiao was indifferent, she just thought they were too noisy, but she couldn't think of a way to shut them up.

Mo Xiaoxiao looked at the darkness in front of her, and then looked at the place where she came, although there was a glimmer of light, it made people shudder, on one side was the unknown darkness and on the other side was the devil who devoured people, she didn't know how to choose where to go......

"Hey! , what are you doing here, don't be afraid that the jackals and wild dogs in the mountains will come down and drag you there! ”

If you don't see them, you hear them first.

Mo Xiaoxiao looked at the distance, a black shadow was moving towards her, she hurriedly took a few steps back, and made a cautious protective movement.

When the man approached her, she found that it was Uncle Liu, the head of the village, who was carrying a hoe and presumably had just finished his work and returned home.

"Uncle Liu, are you coming home so late!"

Speaking of which, Uncle Liu, in his 50s, is still a lonely person, has no culture, is an honest farmer all his life, and his heart is usually quite hot.

"Quarreled with your aunt again? It's here so late, on this mountain, there are really jackals at night. ”

"I know, but I don't know where to go......"

"I said child, your life is also bitter, your aunt and her, I watched him marry your uncle, in fact, his mouth is a little stronger, and his heart is not bad."

Seeing that Mo Xiaoxiao didn't speak, he said again:

"You don't want to go back now, why don't you go back with me, he's not safe in the mountains, a little girl's family."

Mo Xiaoxiao really didn't have a place to go for a while, thinking that Uncle Liu was usually a kind person, so he didn't think much about it, so he followed him.

Later, she realized that it was simply a disease, and she was not lightly ill......