After sending Nan Ruoli away, Mo Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that Mei Yu's affairs will not be exposed for the time being, and the calm days can continue for a while, and the most important thing at the moment is to accompany the little girl.

"Brother Ling, you're back!" As soon as Mo Qingyao saw Mo Ling, she plunged into Mo Ling's arms, her cheeks rubbing against Mo Ling's chest, "Yao'er misses you so much!"

"Yao'er is good," Mo Ling happily picked up Mo Qingyao, touched her little head and said, "Brother Ling misses you too." Have you eaten well during my absence?"

"Nope. "No?"

Seeing Mo Ling's stunned expression, Mo Qingyao grinned and said, "Because Yao'er's cooking is not delicious." ”

"Little slippery head," Mo Ling's fingers flicked lightly on Mo Qingyao's forehead, "Your Sister Ruoli's cooking is not delicious?"

"It's delicious—but it's not as delicious as Brother Ling's. ”

"Yes, yes. Mo Qingyao's careful thinking, of course Mo Ling understood, and after scraping the bridge of Mo Qingyao's nose, Mo Ling put the little girl down, "Brother Ling, I'll cook for you." ”

Mo Ling thought that Mo Qingyao would be full of joy, and was about to turn around and go to the stove room, but Mo Qingyao grabbed the corner of his clothes, "I'm not hungry, Brother Ling." ”

"Aren't you hungry?" Mo Ling looked at Mo Qingyao in surprise, "Then I'm done, and you'll eat it later?"

"No," Mo Qingyao hurriedly shook her head, "That's not good." ”

"Then you want to ......" "Brother Ling is here to play with me, okay, I want Brother Ling to play with me." "Let's eat before we play." "No, after dinner, Brother Ling will definitely not have time to play with me." ”

When Mo Ling heard this, he was stunned for a moment. What Mo Qingyao said is not that it has never happened, in the years after her father's death, Mo Ling was often busy outside for a living, leaving Mo Qingyao alone in the cold home. At that time, Nan Ruoli hadn't come over to help, and the housework was all done by Mo Ling. When she was really too busy, Mo Ling could often only sneak home to cook a meal, and then hurriedly went out, staying at home to accompany Mo Qingyao for very little time.

For a long time, as soon as Mo Qingyao heard that Mo Ling was going to cook, she thought that Mo Ling should leave after cooking.

Mo Ling squatted down and forced a smile, "Silly girl, when you are full, you have the strength to play." Brother Ling won't go out today, I'll play with you until the evening, okay?"

"Really?" As soon as Mo Qingyao heard this, she immediately came to her senses, "Brother Ling is not allowed to lie to me!"

"Of course I don't lie to you - I'm kind of craving to eat, are you hungry?"

"I'm hungry, I'm hungry!" "I'm just starting to get hungry!" "Haha......"

In the evening, after accompanying Mo Qingyao for a day, after coaxing the little girl to climb into bed, she finally took a breath and half-lay on the chair alone, holding a bamboo book and reading it leisurely.

Maybe I was too tired to play in the afternoon, as soon as my body relaxed, I climbed up my eyelids when I was sleepy, the sky was getting darker and darker, and the words on the bamboo slips became more and more blurred.

I don't know how long it took, but a slight knock on the door reached the house, and the sound was intermittent, urging the demon feather to wander back and forth between waking up and not waking up.

"Brother Ling, Brother Ling...... Are you in there?" Mo Qingyao's voice came from nowhere, burrowing into Mo Ling's ears, waking Mo Ling from her dream, and almost didn't fall off her chair.

"Yao'er?" Mo Ling fumbled to light the lamp and asked tentatively in the direction of the wooden door.

"Brother Ling, it's me, haven't you slept yet?" Mo Qingyao's voice sounded like an urn through the wooden door.

"Well, not yet, you come in. Magic Feather blew the lights up a little, and the room became brighter. There was a creak, and a thin slit opened in the wooden door, and Mo Qingyao stood in the middle of the slit, hesitating for a long time and not coming in.

"What's wrong?" Mo Ling felt strange and beckoned to Mo Qingyao, "Come in." ”

"Hmm......" Mo Qingyao pushed the door open a little, and Mo Ling found that the little girl was still carrying a pillow in her hand. "Brother Ling......" Mo Qingyao's voice was very soft, "I can't sleep alone......"

“...... I guess so. Mo Ling walked up to Mo Qingyao and hugged the little girl gently. Mo Qingyao got into Mo Ling's arms, hugged Mo Ling and smirked.

Mo Ling put Mo Qingyao on the bed, walked to the window by herself, and pushed the window open, just as a cool night breeze blew into the house, sweeping away the drowsiness.

The moonlight outside the window was getting thicker, and it was already half of the night, Mo Ling and Mo Qingyao, who was sitting on the bed, looked at each other for a moment, sighed lightly, and returned to the little girl's side to sit down, ready to accompany her all night.

The two of them were silent for a long time, only the breeze occasionally stirred the leaves, bringing a soft rustling sound, lingering around the bedside, which seemed peaceful and leisurely.

"Sleepy?" asked Moling.

"Sort of. The little girl yawned, and moved her body to Moling's side, her head resting on Moling's chest.

"Do you want to sleep or do you want to talk?" asked Mo Ling, caressing Mo Qingyao's hair.

"I don't want to. "Don't want to either?" "Hmm. Yao'er wanted to hear Brother Ling speak. "What do you want to hear from me?" "I want to hear the story of Brother Ling when he was a child. ”

"When I was a child...... Mo Ling's movements paused slightly, and his eyes drifted to the sky outside the window, "I don't remember most of the things when I was a child." But I remember a lot about you when you were a child. ”

"No, I'm going to listen to Brother Ling's childhood. ”

"Do you have to listen to it, it's boring. "Well, listen. ”

"Oh well. Mo Ling stroked Mo Qingyao's hair and said slowly, "When I was a child, I lived far away from Mirror Mountain, far to the east, where there were very few people, and there were only endless mountains and endless seas around. The name of the mountain is Yao Mountain, which is exactly the same as the Yao character in your name, and the name of the sea is the East Styx Sea, and legend has it that there are countless turtles, fish and snakes living in it.

"There are four people living in the family, my father, my mother, me, and a sister who is a few years older than me. I can't remember what they looked like, how they sounded. And after my father took me out of the Far East, I never saw them again.

"When I was a child, my family was very poor, in my impression, my father fished at sea day and night, my mother worked and weaved at home all year round, my sister sometimes went to help my father fish, sometimes I went to help my mother weave, only I had nothing to do at home, I couldn't help them, and they didn't have time to play with me. This went on for a long, long time, until one day, a group of people from Qinglong City suddenly broke into the place where we lived, and drove our peaceful days away from smoke.

"These people were very bad, and they took all the old people of their tribe and questioned them one by one, and whoever answered them that did not satisfy them was taken to a place where no one could find them, and they never came back. When all the elderly people were taken away, they began to arrest the young and strong, women and children again. My father and mother were taken away by them, and my sister told me that she was going to find her father and mother, but there was no news as soon as they went. Later, when my father saw that I was pitiful, he took me back to Jingshan, and the three of us lived together, and since then ......"

When Mo Ling said this, she found that Mo Qingyao was already sleeping in her arms, so she quietly closed the chatterbox, gently put the little girl on the bed, and put out the light herself, curled up on the chair and closed her eyes.