In the room, Yi Sixing was still sitting on the side and waiting quietly, looking at Mo Kongjie on the bed, recalling his childhood self, empty, Qingyu looked inseparable, remembering the hardships of watching Kongjue train hard to become a shadow in the past, and the reluctance to go to the trial at that time, looking at the friend who was so familiar in front of him but could only bear the pain alone in bed, and his heart was extremely sad, although crying as a man is not a very embarrassing thing, but for Yi Sixing, who has been used to seeing life and death for so many years, his tears can only or even only flow slowly in his heart, and he is so quietly and indifferently sad and nostalgic.

Suddenly, Mo Kongjue's fingers suddenly trembled very slightly, but Yi Sixing keenly caught Mo Kongjue's movement, knowing that he might be about to wake up, so he Huo stood up and got up, and even wiped the floor hard with the wooden chair back, and screamed.

At this time, Mo Qingyan, who was outside the door, heard a different movement in the room, and quickly pushed the door open, forgetting to close the door, and asked while walking to the bed: "Sixing, what happened just now?"

But Yi Sixing raised his hand back a little indifferently, blocking Mo Qingyan's footsteps, "Don't make a sound, wait and see!" After speaking, Yi Sixing looked at Mo Kongjie thoughtfully, and quickly did a series of checks for him.

Mo Qingyan, who was behind him, listened to the seriousness of Yi Sixing's words, and no longer made a sound, but quietly walked to the position three steps behind Yi Sixing, and looked at his son on the bed from a distance.

On the other hand, Yi Sixing was seriously checking the pulse, carefully feeling every subtle pulse of his fingers and the meaning of it.

And although Mo Qingyan behind him was anxious, he had to wait patiently according to his temperament. After a while, Yi Sixing put away the pulse pillow, and then said: "The pulse is a lot more stable than before, and the void should be about to wake up." ”

"Really, really?

"Well, I don't dare to lie to you about this, I should be about to wake up. ”

As soon as Yi Sixing finished speaking, Mo Kongjue's fingers moved again, and the range of movement was much larger than before. But Yi Sixing watched quietly from the side, without any intention of interfering with Yi Sixing's awakening process, and Mo Qingyan also stood aside without speaking.

At this time, Mo Kongjue, who was still in a coma, suddenly felt a pinprick pain all over his body, and the pain kept hitting his brain, as if he was going to explode his head. Gradually, Mo Kongjue couldn't bear the pain around him after all, and wanted to struggle to wake up, and his eyelids fluttered.

Finally, Mo Kongjue regained the feeling of his body in pain, but found that it was dark in front of him, but some gray light came in from outside his eyelids, although he wanted to open his eyes to see, but Mo Kongjue did not find a way to open his eyes for the time being, so he had to keep struggling and trying.

Suddenly, Mo Kongjue felt his eyelids flutter slightly, so he tried his best to experience this feeling until he gradually mastered it. In the end, Mo Kongjue opened his eyes and looked at the familiar person and the familiar environment in front of him.

"Water, water, where is the water? I want to drink water, I want to drink water. Although I wanted to drink water in my mouth, my throat squirmed for a long time and I didn't make a sound, so I had to make a subtle "Eun" tone from my nose.

"It's great that you're finally awake. Seeing his son open his eyes, Mo Qingyan looked very happy.

But Mo said lightly that the joy of a moment was interrupted by Yi Sixing ruthlessly before he could fully enjoy it, "Don't be too happy Uncle Mo first, wait for Sixing to check it again, you now go and prepare for the first water according to the method I said earlier, I'm afraid I'm thirsty when I look like this." ”

"Do you still want to check?

"Of course, even if people wake up now, they can only be said to be conscious, but it's still not the same Mo Kong as before, and I don't dare to pack tickets now. ”

Hearing this, Mo asked eagerly: "Sixing, don't scare your Uncle Mo, tell me what it means." ”

Looking at Uncle Mo's anxious appearance, Yi Sixing calmed down and explained: "Although there are no obvious traces of a heavy blow to the empty brain, it cannot be ruled out that he has no amnesia or even become a living dead, so Sixing wants to check him well, in order to give Uncle Mo a complete Mo Empty that is exactly the same as before." ”

"Oh, okay, then Sixing, check it quickly, Uncle Mo will go and get the water ready. After speaking, Mo Qingyan went to the side to fold the leaves containing water, but his eyes drifted to his son from time to time.

"Empty, I'm Sixing, do you remember me? I know you can't speak now, so blink your eyes to show that you know well, do you remember who I am?"

He had been awake for a while, and although Mo Kongjie couldn't speak by himself for the time being, he could still hear Yi Sixing's words clearly, so he blinked very cooperatively, in order to express his meaning.

Seeing that Mo Kongjue could understand what he meant, Yi Sixing's heart finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he still had to finish his next examination to ensure that Mo Kongjue's body was normal, "Kongjue, do you want to drink water?" ”

After listening, Mo Kongjue blinked his eyes again.

"Empty, do you remember how you were hurt? ”

Hearing this, he remembered how he was injured by carelessness, and what made him even more ashamed was that he actually involved Qingyu, thinking of the blood that Qingyu slid from his face to his face, Mo Kongjue also regretted it, but the matter had come to this, Mo Kongjue had to blink his eyes to show that he still remembered everything that happened before.

Seeing Mo Kong's feedback on the problems he described, Yi Sixing also felt very satisfied, so he continued the rest of the physical examination. At this time, Mo Qingyan stepped forward with a bowl of water and asked, "How is Sixing?"

Looking at Mo Qingyan on the side, Yi Sixing smiled and said, "Uncle Mo don't worry, the emptiness is still the same as before, exactly the same as before." ”

"Really? That's great. As he spoke, the water in his hand also rippled in circles.

"Okay, Uncle Mo, let's let Kongjie drink some water first, or you hold on, I'll demonstrate it first, and you will be there later." ”

"Okay, good, here you go, think and act. As he spoke, he handed the water to Yi Sixing, and he helped Mo Kong up as before.

"Eh, Uncle Mo, don't lift it up, it will hurt him more later, just help him up a little, as long as you can keep the water from swallowing so hard." ”

According to Yi Sixing's meaning, Mo lightly helped his son up. On the other side, Yi Sixing also took a sip of water with the folded leaves, and said to Mo Kongjue: "Empty, you can only drink a little bit of water now, and you can't drink too much at a time, you know?"

After finishing speaking, he saw that Mo Kongjue hurriedly blinked his eyes, and knew that he was already too thirsty, so he slowly poured the water from the leaves into Mo Kongjue's mouth, and after a while, he took a small sip.

"Okay, let's just order it first, wait and drink it slowly, Uncle Mo saw it just now, in the future, when he wants to drink water, feed him like this, if you are not there, you can also teach other servants like this, it's very easy, you will see it." But the water can't be fed too much, only a little bit, you know, Uncle Mo. ”

"Got it, Sixing. ”

Then Mo Qingyan gently put his son away, and then Mo Qingyan hurriedly stepped forward and held Yi Sixing's hand tightly and said, "Uncle Mo is really grateful to you, Sixing, thank you so much"

Before Mo could finish speaking, Yi Sixing pulled out a hand with difficulty, waved it and said, "Uncle Mo, if you want to thank Grandpa, Sixing doesn't have the ability to pull the void back from the ghost gate, you are really tormenting the younger generation." ”

"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you Yi Lao, thank you Sixing, Uncle Mo will definitely come to the door to thank you when the time comes. ”

"Eh, Uncle Mo, there's no need for it, grandpa is too busy every day, and I'm afraid it won't be good for you to go to the door to thank you, so forget it." ”

"Then Si Xing, what do you say?"

"Well, grandpa still likes the tea of Longfu, and my father sometimes likes to drink a little wine. ”

Hearing this, Mo smiled lightly: "You little slippery head, I know that Yi Lao likes to drink tea, but I'm afraid that wine is not what your father likes to drink, but you like it." ”

Seeing this, Yi Sixing said softly: "Ah, then Uncle Mo only needs to send some tea, and the rest will not bother Uncle Mo." ”

"Okay, Sixing, isn't it good wine, although Uncle Mo doesn't drink much, but there is still good wine, and I will send you some when the time comes, but you don't want to be caught by your father, so as not to say that I, an uncle, did not lead by example and brought bad children. ”

"Okay, okay, everything is under Uncle Mo's orders. ”

And lying on the bed, Mo Kongjue watched his father and his friends talking casually on the side, and his heart felt a little better, because his throat that had just dried up was moistened by water, Mo Kongjue felt that he could say something slightly, so he tried to move his lips, and miraculously issued a few simple words from his throat.

Mo Kongjue's movement also attracted Yi Sixing's attention, and after looking at Mo Kongjue, Yi Sixing said: "Presumably Kongjue can also say some simple words now, then Sixing will not disturb Uncle Mo and Kongjue, there is still medicine boiling in the kitchen, Sixing will go and see first, if Uncle Mo has something, remember to call me." ”

"Okay, Sixing, you go, Uncle Mo will watch here. After speaking, Yi Sixing picked up the medicine box on the side, left the room, and closed the door.

After Yi Sixing left, Mo looked at his son in front of him, and he didn't know what to say for a while. After hesitating for a long time, Mo said lightly: "Child, how is it now?

Although the pain in his whole body did not reduce much, Mo Kongjue still shook his head vigorously to make his father feel relieved.

"Child, it's the father who is not good, it's the father who doesn't take good care of you!" As he spoke, Mo Qingyan gradually became sad, looking at his son's pale face, and gently brushing the beads of sweat from his son's forehead with his calloused palm.

Looking at his father's loving appearance that he hadn't seen for many years, Mo Kongjie tried his best to spit out a few words in his mouth, "Father, father, the child is not filial, so that my father is frightened." ”

"It's okay, it's okay!" Mo Qingyan didn't know what to say at this time, so he had to say so.

Perhaps too much emotional exchange is a bit far-fetched for men, and the father and son spent what seemed like a long and seemingly short time in this pair of eyes.

After a while, Mo Kongjue first asked in an extremely small voice, "Father, how is my injury?"

"Your injury, your injury is out of the way, it will heal soon. I don't know why, Mo Qingyan, who has experienced so many years of ups and downs, began to dodge his son's gaze after he finished speaking.

Although he was seriously injured, Mo Kongjue also saw the unnaturalness in his father's eyes, and guessed that his situation was probably not optimistic, but he still asked, "Is Qingyu okay?"

"Well, Qingyu is fine, he has some external injuries. ”

"Trauma!" Thinking of the injury on Long Qingyu's face, Mo Kongjue felt very sorry for him, but he still didn't give up, and continued to ask: "Will the injury on his face leave a scar?"

"This knife wound will definitely still leave a scar, and there is no way to do this, but Uncle Long and Qingyu don't blame you. ”

The answer he heard from his father was similar to what he thought, and Mo Kongjue's heart was particularly uncomfortable.

Mo Qingyan saw his son's scruples, and comforted him in a wide voice: "It's empty, it's okay, how can a man not leave a scar, Qingyu has a strong body and a resolute face, although his face was injured and left a scar this time, this can be regarded as Qingyu's first medal on the battlefield in his life, and I don't know how many girls I will charm in the future, so don't worry too much." ”

Listening to his father's comfort, Mo Kongjue also knew that some things were irreparable, and felt the pain on his body, and then asked, "Can the child return to the way it was before?"

"Yes, of course, you can't do well, and you haven't suffered any external injuries, how can you not go back to the way you used to be?"

Knowing that his father deliberately avoided his own question, Mo Kongjie continued to ask: "I mean the body, the child still wants to return to the way he was before, and continue to protect Qingyu in the future, and the child will not let him be hurt again in the future." Although he did not speak loudly, he spoke loudly.

But Mo Qingyan on the other side did not give an answer for a long time.

"Father, can't the child be Qingyu's shadow anymore?"

Mo Kong's repeated questioning made Mo Qingyan hesitate, and after thinking for a long time, Mo Qingyan still replied: "Child, do you really want to protect Qingyu?"

"Yes, Father. Mo Kong's eyes showed a determined gaze.

"Son, there are many ways to protect someone, do you know what I mean?"

"Can't I be a shadow anymore!" The clever Mo Kongjue quickly grasped the meaning that his father wanted to express, but he asked unconvinced in his heart: "Please also ask the father to tell the child clearly!"

"Hey. Although Mo Qingyan was very reluctant to tell his son the truth at this moment, he also knew that he would not be able to escape that day after all, so he said softly: "Empty, with your current body, you are no longer suitable to serve as a shadow, I also told your Uncle Long about this matter, and he agreed, so" Looking at his son's appearance, Mo Qingyan couldn't bear to continue.

"I can't be a shadow anymore?I don't even have the qualifications to protect Qingyu now?How can this be!How can this be!Why do you do this to me!" At this time, Mo Kong's heart was constantly doubting and questioning, but the facts in front of him still had to be accepted by himself after all, but there was still a trace of illusory illusions.

"Did my father remember something, and you're lying to me, aren't you?"

Seeing his son's stunned appearance, Mo Qingyan was very unbearable, but he had to answer: "Empty, my father didn't lie to you, everything my father just said is true." ”

"What I just said is true? I'm a waste? I'm a waste?" Thinking about it, tears unconsciously slipped from Mo Kong's eyes, and then gathered into a stream, wandering on his cheeks.

Mo Qingyan on the side knew that it might take a lot of time for his son to accept the reality, but he believed from the bottom of his heart that he could survive, so he just watched from the sidelines and did not speak.

Crying and crying, Mo Kongjue closed his eyes slightly, trying to empty his mind as much as possible, but it was a pity that his father's answer just now flew around in his mind with disgust, looking majestic and ridiculous.

The answer is constantly flying in your head, when you always want to forcibly block him, he is still in front of you without hesitation, as if telling you that no matter how you try to escape, it will be there after all, and it also seems to tell you to accept reality, otherwise there is no difference from a coward.

Gradually, the heart-rending ups and downs in Mo Kongjue's chest finally calmed down, and he finally accepted the reality preliminarily, and at this time, the pain that he hadn't felt just now came quickly after being delayed for a while, and the pain made Mo Kongjue break out in a cold sweat.

Seeing this, Mo Qingyan hurriedly picked up the towel at hand to wipe the beads of sweat oozing from his son's head, and asked, "Empty, don't think about it, everything will be fine, you know?"

Although he was still suffering from endless pain, Mo Kongjue still said: "Father, who is not in the way, Kongjue already knows everything, please relax." ”

"That's good, that's good. Although Mo Qingyan was chattering, the work in his hands did not stop.

At this moment, the voice of the servant came from outside the door.

"Sir, it's time for dinner. ”

Listening to the sound outside the door, Mo Kong's father said, "Father, you go to eat first, Kongjue wants to be quiet for a while." ”

"But"

"If my father is worried, I can call a maid to watch it now, and my father should go to dinner first. ”

"Well, empty, you have a good rest. Since his son had said this, Mo had no choice but to agree, and then he got up and left the room, calling the maid who had just been informed to come in and look at his son for a while.

Watching his father leave, Mo Kongjue looked at the room he had looked at for so many years, but at this time, in his heart, maybe only he could answer.