The fisherman's hat turned his head, moved his body, and instantly turned sideways towards the maid, raised his legs, and walked away from the three of them.

My mother didn't care, thinking it was a passerby.

Mo Yan put down his, put away the parasol, and carried the supplies to the house. After his eyesight adapted to the darkness of the room, Mo Yan took out the items in the plastic bag one by one: "These are two bags of milk powder, one bag of lotus root flour, and one bag of nut cereal, for when you are hungry, you can satisfy your hunger." This small packet is a cold, anti-inflammatory, and multivitamin medicine prepared by my mother......"

Xixi's mother's eyes were shining with tears: "Xiaoyan, if only I could repay you one day!" ”

Mo Yan tore open a bag of dried vegetables and fruits, handed it to Xi Xi to satisfy his hunger, and by the way, picked up a plastic advertising umbrella and helped Xi Xi's mother fan it: "Don't think about it, let alone see it." Get well quickly, I'm still counting on you. ”

Mo Yan looked back and forth at the house and found that this kind of privately built house could only be stacked with sundries at best, and it was not suitable for living at all. Not even basic ventilation. I have the heart to persuade my mother to find a place to live again, and after thinking about it, I don't know the price of firewood and rice, and for my mother who has no income, it is not time to improve the accommodation conditions.

was melancholy, and an inquiry suddenly sounded outside the door: "Are you at home?" ”

Mo Yan was shocked when he heard this. The road is narrow, how can it be the voice of a writer?

Mrs. Wen came to visit last night, although she kept saying that she came behind the back of the writer, Mo Yan didn't dare to believe it. It's only one night, sending Mrs. Wen away, and seeing Wenhao again, this is too coincidental.

However, if you want to say that the writer chased after Xixi's house, just to meet her, it seems that he is too much gold on his face.

Mo Yan collected his thoughts and got up to welcome Wenhao into the house. Anyway, Wenhao also came to see Xixi and Xixi's mother, and Xixi's mother fell ill in bed, so she had to act as half of the hostess.

The writer was obviously surprised that it was Mo Yan who walked out of the house.

"Mo Yan?" In the greeting of the writer, there is a surprise lurking. Mo Yan smiled lightly: "Xixi's mother is sick, do you want to come in and sit?" "The implication is to say it quickly if you have something to say, and leave quickly after speaking.

The writer carried a fruit basket. At first glance, it looks flashy and expensive.

"What disease? Have you seen a doctor? Is it serious? The writer looked at Mo Yan, as if it was Mo Yan who was sick.

The embarrassed mother, who only heard the voice in the back room and couldn't see the situation, hurriedly replied: "It's not in the way, it's just a cold." ”

The writer said "oh" to reply, and then reluctantly took his eyes off Mo Yan's face.

Mo Yan stood outside the door, waiting for the writer to enter the house.

It was almost noon, and the sun was blazing. However, when Wenhao entered the house, he found that the inside of the house was not much better than the outside, and the inside of the house was like a steamer, and it was obviously summer, but there was a damp smell.

The writer took out a document from his bag and handed it to his mother, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, according to the light at the door.

"Where's the light switch? I'll open it, and you can take a good look. Sorry for the presumptuousness. The writer said politely.

Mo Yan helped find the switch of the light, and after getting the hint from his mother, Mo Yan was busy turning it on, and Leng Buding bumped into the hand of the writer who also came to turn on the light. Like an electric shock, Mo Yan retracted his hand.

The strange momentary touch was left in his hand. Hot.

Wang Chengyou's words sounded inexplicably in his mind: "I won't have entanglements with other girls, and you are not allowed to date other boys behind my back...... "emmm, what's the lack of heart!" Isn't there still a shy and shy mom around?

The writer hesitated for a moment, then continued to reach out and turn on the light.

The room was brighter, and at the same time, it was getting more and more unbearable.

I don't know what was written on the paper handed to Xixi's mother, but after Xixi's mother read it, there was almost no blood on her already pale face.

"It was a paternity test." As if seeing Mo Yan's incomprehension, Wenhao said softly.

"I'm really sorry that we have no intention of disturbing your peace, but there is no escaping the facts, and I think we will find a solution that is relatively satisfactory to both parties." The writer turned to face his mother.

Mo Yan reacted at this time: it seems that he is not suitable to be present at the moment.

"You talk slowly, I'll go first." Mo Yan grabbed the parasol placed on the cardboard box and turned around to leave, but Leng Buding's wrist was grabbed by the writer. Although it was caught suddenly, it was very gentle.

"Don't go." Wenhao said categorically, "You are a trusted friend of your mother, and she will be more at ease with you." Besides, I need you too, so that we don't have a big shop. ”

Wenhao said not without reason, seeing that his mother couldn't help nodding to her, Mo Yan had no choice but to stay. She secretly retracted the wrist she was holding, and Wenhao immediately let go of her.

Xixi's mother took a sip of water, and Mo Yan and Wenhao both noticed that her hand holding the water cup was trembling.

"What are you going to do?" The embarrassed mother asked in a trembling voice.

"It must be exchanged. As for what reasons and in what way, they can be discussed. For now, allow me to take matters into my own hands and do one thing first. ”

Xixi's mother couldn't even hold a water cup steadily, so she grabbed Xixi, who was sitting next to her and ate dried vegetables and fruits. The 3-year-old is embarrassed, and she still can't understand what the adults are actually talking about her.

"What's the matter?" The embarrassed mother asked stiffly. She's trying to keep her composure.

"Let's live somewhere else. I've found a new place that is safe and private. ”

My mother was a little caught off guard. She thought it was an excuse that she was not able to take care of Xixi, and the Tang family wanted to take Xixi away first.

Seeing that his mother did not respond, Wenhao turned his eyes to Mo Yan for help.

Mo Yan thought for a while: "I think I should move out of here." If the embarrassed mother doesn't trust the place provided by the writer, she can find another place by herself. The rent should be reimbursed. After all, he was the one who proposed to move. ”

The writer smiled approvingly at Mo Yan.

The mother stroked the arm, and the large pimple caused by the mosquito bite had not yet disappeared. The child can't help but itch and always scratches, and now there is a tendency to break the skin and get infected.

Perhaps, she really shouldn't be stubborn and let her children follow her to suffer for no reason.

Seeing Mo Yan say this, Xixi's mother finally nodded: "Let's go to Mr. Tang to find a good place." I trust you. ”

"The car is outside, now pack your things and we'll go. On the way to your new home, stop by the hospital and see you first. It's still up to you, you can't let yourself be depressed, you have to cheer up and get better quickly. ”

Mo Yan couldn't help but praise Wenhao, and even he could see that his mother's illness was actually caused by worry.

The embarrassed mother couldn't help but cover her mouth again. She's been crying very low lately.

Outside the community, on a black car with a tall horse, the fisherman's hat listened to all the conversations in the illegally built hut 800 meters away through a communication device.

A brand new idea came to mind.