Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Silent Year of Sorrow

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Because she was worried about her mother, when Mo Xiaomi passed by the small western-style building at the entrance of the village, she did not whistle as usual, but went over directly.

On the contrary, it was the young master on the roof of the building, who had unconsciously become accustomed to whistles, and also remembered Mo Xiaomi's little black girl. Seeing that she didn't whistle today, Gu Yanze, who was introverted upstairs, was still a little unaccustomed to it.

I saw her mother lying on the ox cart just now, she was not in good spirits, was she sick?

Thinking of his mother, Gu Yanze's heart was a little heavy, because his mother died when he was four years old. I vaguely remember a slender and thin beautiful woman standing against the window, secretly weeping and sad.

Sometimes when my mother saw him, she would hold him and stand in front of the window crying.

Whenever that man came, my mother would smile and even forget about him; Whenever the man left, the mother was always depressed.

When he was a child, he didn't understand, and even now he doesn't.

It's just that now that his mother has died, the man will never come again.

"Little master, it's time to eat." The old man, who was in his fifties and fifties, came up with a meal, and saw that the little master did not read as usual, but stared out the window, and sighed slightly in his heart.

"Hmm." Gu Yanze responded and began to eat.

Because his legs are not good and he has little exercise, Gu Yanze's appetite is not good, and he doesn't eat much at every meal.

Today, because of the thought of his deceased mother, Gu Yanze's mood was even worse, so he ate less.

"Young master, eat more, now is the time for you to grow your body, eat more to grow taller." Steward Zhou earnestly persuaded that the old master sent him to take care of the little young master, so he must do his best, even if not for the master, but also for the young lady who died early.

Gu Yanze shook his head and said, "Grandpa Zhou, I'm not hungry, take it down." ”

"Hey." Steward Zhou had to sigh and take down the rest of the meal, "I'll go to the market tomorrow and see if I can buy something delicious." ”

"Hmm." Gu Yanze nodded and continued to read.

Day by day, the little young master became even more silent.

Steward Zhou also hoped that Gu Yanze would run out to play like other children, but the little young master's legs, hey, it's a pity.

Mo Xiangshan, Mo Dayong sent Mo Huihui home, and hurried to the ground, and Mo Xiaomi took care of them at home, and they were also relieved.

Mo Xiaomi found the medicine pot that used to boil medicine at home, cleaned it, poured water and soaked it for fifteen minutes, and then added three bowls of water to boil into one bowl.

Taking advantage of the brewing of medicine, Mo Xiaomi first made a bowl of egg tea and vegetable rolls for her mother, brought them to the house, and said, "Mom, it's time to eat."

Mo Xiaomi also put a clean wet towel on her arm, helped her mother wipe her hands and face, and then put a pillow on her mother's back to make her sit more comfortably.

"Xiaomi, thank you for your hard work." Mo Huihui was both happy and sad to see her daughter so sensible and diligent.

She was supposed to take care of her daughter, but now not only can't take care of her daughter, but also let her daughter take care of her, and she feels guilty.

Mo Xiaomi smiled and said, "Mom, Xiaomi is not tired, really, not tired at all, and those things, I have seen my mother do it before, and I remember it." In short, there is a grandfather in the field; I have the family to do it. Mom, take good care of your health, give me a younger brother and sister, and I will have a helper in the future, even if there is a fight, we will have two more. ”