Hidden Dragon Town, Golden Scale Village.

The wind is bitter, and there is no snow today's winter, but it is also exceptionally cold.

Outside the village, in a small forest that has long since withered, only bare branches remain on the trunks.

On the path, a short figure appeared.

It was a child, who looked like he was only two or three years old, but for some reason he was running around outdoors alone.

The child was dressed in a big red jacket and stepped on tiger head shoes, but these shoes and jackets were obviously much larger than his petite body, and they did not fit at all.

The truth is also very simple, but anyone from a poor family understands it.

It must be that this child's family is poor and can't afford to buy clothes, so he can only wear the clothes left over by his brother and sister, so he is so ill-fitting.

The child walked unusually slowly, staggeringly, and looked very unsteady.

This is not only because he is too young or the weather is too cold, but also because the child is congenitally deficient.

There are two possibilities for this: one is that the pregnant woman did not take care of her body when the child was still in the mother's womb; The second is that the child's parents were already old when they gave birth to him.

In fact, this child has both, so from the day he is born, his future life will be much more difficult than that of ordinary children.

However, this child is only two or three years old now, but he can't feel this sadness.

He was running around the woods with interest, and seemed very curious about everything outside.

He also regarded the ignorant fearless, he took a fancy to a crooked neck tree in the forest that was about a dozen of his own heights, and he fluttered his hands and feet to climb up.

The trunk of the tree grows crookedly, close to the ground, and grows diagonally upward.

So although the child climbed very hard and hard, he really climbed forward little by little.

The trunk of the tree is not thick, it becomes thinner and thinner as the child climbs and the weight of the downward pressure keeps shaking and shaking, and it seems that it may break at any time.

But the child was too young to notice the danger at all, and continued to climb upward.

He kept climbing, and finally the thin trunk could no longer hold up, and it snapped with a click.

The child fell from the tree with no panic on his face, completely unaware of what would happen if he fell to the ground.

Just as he was about to land, an invisible force came out of nowhere and enveloped the child.

The child floated in the air, unharmed, and clapped his hands curiously, as if he thought it was very interesting.

Immediately after, he heard the sound of sparse snow treading, turned his head to look, and a man dressed in white slowly walked behind him.

Mo Hansheng reached out and held him under the child's body and gently placed him on the ground.

This child didn't seem to be afraid of life, and he didn't panic after seeing Mo Hansheng, and he was still happy with him.

Mo Hansheng didn't just happen to pass by to save this child, he had stopped in this forest for several hours, and he never dared to enter the village.

As soon as the boy entered the woods, he saw him.

"Whose child are you, and why are you here alone?"

The child turned around and stretched out his hand to point behind him: "Home, ink, ink......"

He was too young to seem to be able to utter a complete sentence, and could only get a few words out of his mouth.

But Mo Hansheng can understand and understand.

The direction his little hand was pointing in the same direction as the Golden Scale Village.

And there is only one family surnamed Mo in Jinlan Village, who else can there be besides his own family?

This kid is really ......

Mo Hansheng squatted down and squeezed out a smile, trying to make his smile look kinder.

"What's your father's name?" He looked at the very familiar clothes on the child's body, and had a faint guess in his heart.

Clinker, the child opened his mouth, but he said a few words that frightened him: "Daddy, Daddy, ink, cuttlefish." ”

What?

Mo Hansheng was shocked in his heart, and then comforted himself, it must be because this child is too young, so he can't distinguish people, so he will talk nonsense.

He reluctantly smiled: "The cuttlefish is your grandfather, your father should be Mo Dachun, right?" ”

Who knows, when the child heard Mo Hansheng's words, he immediately shook his head and gestured with his fingers: "Cuttlefish, Dad; Da Chun, brother. ”

Although his speech was a little slurred, there was no trace of confusion and confusion in his eyes, as if he was very sure of this matter.

Mo Hansheng still couldn't believe it, and asked several times, but the answer he got was still exactly the same as before.

He looked at the child in a daze, his eyes were very complicated: "What's your name?" ”

"Name?" The child thought for a moment, snapped his fingers and said, "Mo Xiao." ”

"Mo Xiao, Mo Xiao, Xiao Xiao, Xiao ......" Mo Hansheng muttered the name, feeling that all this was really ridiculous and ironic to the extreme.

He looked at the end of the Golden Scale Village.

Mother, are you also blaming me for being unfilial?

The time from when I left home to now is less than four years, and the age of this child is counted as the time of pregnancy.

Do you think that not long after I died, you decided to conceive him?

Mo Hansheng suddenly remembered the old man in the tea shop, and what he said to himself at the end: In this world, there is no one who is irreplaceable.

Is this child what you used to replace me?

Mo Hansheng's heart was extremely sad, he no longer knew what the meaning of his return was there?

"Uncle, uncle." The child looked at Mo Hansheng, who suddenly fell into silence and looked very strange, and couldn't help but shout.

Mo Hansheng looked at him in a daze, and smiled bitterly in his heart: This title is not right.

He suddenly said to the child, "Do you like sugar?" ”

The child's eyes lit up: "Sugar, I heard, it's delicious." ”

Mo Hansheng was stunned: "Have you never eaten candy?" ”

The child shook his head.

Mo Hansheng thought of the sister-in-law who loved to smear cheap rouge on her horse's face, and a trace of anger couldn't help but rise in her heart.

Sure enough, it's not your own child, that's why you treat him so harshly, and wear your son's old clothes and shoes, right?

Mo Hansheng took out a white round ball and brought it to the child's mouth.

The child had no defense, and with a bang, he ate the "candy" into his mouth.

He chewed for a while, and soon cried and lost his face: "Bitter~"

He opened his mouth to spit out the crumbs in his mouth, but for some reason he couldn't spit it out anyway.

The "sugar" turned into a liquid, flowed into his abdomen, and turned into an invisible medicinal power, which merged into the veins of his body.

Mo Han said in his heart: After eating this bitter candy, I hope that you will never have to endure hardships in your future life.

After doing this, Mo Hansheng still had a trace of luck in his heart, and he was unscrupulous, maybe it was really this kid who made a mistake.

He planned to sneak into the village and quietly find out about the matter, so as not to feel sad for himself, and in the end it was just a misunderstanding.

He was about to send the child back to the village, but he heard a shout in the distance:

"Uncle."

On the path, a young man with pink cheeks and less than ten years old walked briskly, and his eyebrows were very similar to those of the year.

Mo Xiao, who was wearing a big red jacket and tiger head shoes, responded to the young man, and turned around and disappeared from the figure of the uncle just now.

The white figure that sneaked into the forest departed gloomily, this name was very familiar, but it was not to call him, and now it no longer belonged to him.

The young man picked up Mo Xiao on the ground and said with a smile: "Uncle, don't run around, run farther, I won't be able to smell you." ”

Mo Xiao laughed.

The child is forgetful, and he has long forgotten the strange uncle who fed him bitter candy.

The boy hugged him and was about to return, when his pink nose suddenly twitched, and he sniffed hard into the air.

He suddenly shouted into the woods: "Uncle, is it you?" ”

"Uncle, are you back?"

"Uncle, where are you?"

The forest was as quiet as an empty hole, and there was no response.

Mo Xiao in his arms was very puzzled, he had been here all along.

The boy shouted for a while, but no one responded, thinking that he was too missive and mistaken.

He looked at the woods quietly for a while, and then went home with his uncle in his arms.