Han Cuihua looked at the "girl" in front of her, and felt a little indescribable.

In the past, at home, Mo Liang lowered her eyebrows and was pleasing to the eyes, and would help her take care of Mo Xiong when she was busy with work.

Although Mo Liang has a smile on his face now, he always sends chills down his spine.

Liu San in the next village, but a well-known bully in ten miles and eight towns, doesn't know how this girl escaped.

"Mother (cool)."

Moxiong speaks with an accent, often indistinguishable between "n" and "l".

Mo Bai thought that twenty-two years later, after Uncle Scumbag and Scum sold themselves poisonously, the corners of his lips hooked up a wicked smile, and he continued, "Hey." ”

Han Cuihua was about to slap Mo Xiong because of Mo Bai's small advantage, but Mo Bai grabbed her arm with one hand.

This little girl, when did she have such a big hand?!

Han Cuihua put Mo Xiong down, scolding in her mouth: "Little bastard! Hard slag! (Take advantage of it)"

Seeing that the scum was rubbing her red arm, Mo Bai thought about the previous life, the scum would be angry with herself if she didn't agree with her, if it wasn't for her father telling her to treat her elders well before she died, how could she endure it again and again!

In this life, Mo Bai parasitized on his aunt Mo Liang, washed away the foolishness and filial piety of the past, and raised that harmless smiling face, "Auntie." What the hell? Didn't my brother shout 'cool'? ”

Han Cuihua's first time, in a seventeen-year-old girl's film, suffered a loss, and she was so angry that she could only grin, "Hurry up and take a look outside, if there are any wild vegetables dug up!" Otherwise, your old immortal grandfather will break his tongue again at noon. ”

Mo Bai didn't want to, so he stayed in the same place with Han Cuihua.

When it comes to his great-grandfather Messi, Mo Bai only remembers that in his previous life, his grandmother kept saying bad things about him.

However, there is another version on the father's side, in the early years, the Mo family was a big family, and Moxi ran to Mianya Village because of a dispute over the division of family property with his brothers, and led the villagers to start production all the way, and then the masses discussed orally and elected the village head.

The winter of 1960 was a difficult one.

Mo Bai took out the sickle used to cut wild vegetables from under the earthen kang and found Mo Xiong staring at him.

"What are you staring at?" Mo Bai whispered viciously: "Believe it or not, I'll cut you?" ”

The strange thing is that Mo Xiong doesn't act like a five-year-old baby, there is no fear in his eyes, but he giggles, "Sister is born white and tender." ”

Is this what a five-year-old is saying?

Mo Bai sighed in his heart, I am afraid that it is not Uncle Scum who also wears the soul to 1960, but she was not born at that time, and Uncle Scum is already five years old.

She subconsciously clenched the scythe, "What are you talking nonsense?" ”

"Sister."

Mo Bai guessed correctly, this Mo Xiong was arrested by the police in 1982 for poisoning his niece, and after being shot and executed, he also came to 1960.

In fact, he was twenty-two years younger all of a sudden, and there was another convenience - that is, he could not be beaten when he lifted the peasant woman's clothes by relying on his young age.

Mo Xiong looked at his adoptive sister with a face, it was a pity that she was sold, but now he was really happy to see her escape.

Anyway, it's not my own sister, the building near the water gets the moon first, and the fat water doesn't flow into the fields of outsiders.

Mo Xiong was just thinking about stretching out his evil claws to probe Mo Bai's chest, when suddenly the voice of his great-grandfather Moxi came from the door: "Ryoko." ”

Mo Bai grabbed the scythe and rushed out of the suffocating room.

When I was born, my great-grandfather didn't die. So when he saw his great-grandfather sitting on the threshold smoking a cigarette, Mo Bai was very excited.

It's said that it's smoke, but I can't even eat these days, so how can there be smoke? It's nothing more than a few stacks of yellow grass roots, rolled up with paper and burned on the tip of the nose, which is just enjoyable.

"Zeng ......"

Mo Bai stopped the salutation that came to his mouth in time and paused, "Grandpa." I'll go out and dig wild vegetables right away......"

"Sit down."

Mosy motioned for Mohaku to sit beside him, "Ryoko." Grandpa can't help but be big, and he can't help but be sorry for his mother......"

His calloused hands trembled and took out half a piece of bread from his pocket, "It's cold today, so let's sit here and bask in the sun." Don't go, grandpa has a cake left here......"

Seeing this cake, Mo Bai remembered what Ye Xiu said in the Haicheng Military Region, Han Cuihua sold her daughter in order to fill her stomach.

She couldn't swallow it and shook her head, "Grandpa." Eat, I'm not hungry. ”

"How can you not be hungry?

The corners of Moxi's eyes were soaked with tears, he didn't have any patriarchal thoughts, "Grandpa knows, you were wronged by Liu San yesterday......"

"Grandpa."

Mo Bai smiled at Moxi, "I'm fine. Yesterday, Commander Gu of the Haicheng Military Region saved me......"

"What a blessing."

Mossi quietly put away her tears and patted Mo Bai's hand, "Grandpa gave you something to keep for self-defense in the future." ”

As he spoke, he took out a fish-shaped pendant from his pocket and hung it around Mo Bai's neck, "Ryoko." This is from your grandfather, who went into battle to kill the enemy and blocked a lot of blood disasters. ”

"Thank you, grandpa."

Mo Bai still returned the cake to Messi, "You better keep this cake for yourself." A-Niang asked me to dig wild vegetables, and if she came back later, she would see me sitting here, and she would be scolded again. ”

Han Cuihua's hot temper is known to everyone in Mianya Village.

Mossi nodded, "Be safe on the road." Come back before it gets dark. ”

"Okay."

Mo Bai carried a sickle and passed by other houses in the village.

In those years, because the villagers had no money to buy coffins, the dead people would take hay and cover them, and those who did not have hay would just hang them there.

She lowered her head, subconsciously touched the fish-shaped jade pendant on her neck, and when she raised her head again, the space in front of her changed.