His words were too profound for the brothers and sisters to understand, but Mo never expected them to understand, and it would be a blessing if they couldn't understand it for the rest of their lives.

"Go and hide it." Mo Jue urged.

For he heard footsteps not far away.

Sure enough, Emperor Jiu entered the door.

"What are you doing?"

The brother and sister had already gone to the inner bed, and Mo Jue smiled: "Talk to the children." ”

"It might be a little boring here, but if you find it boring, you can ......"

Mo Jue's voice was cold: "Push me away?" ”

Di Jiu hurriedly explained: "No, I didn't let you go, I'm afraid I'll be bored." ”

"It's not boring, it's good."

Di Jiu beckoned to the two children who came out, "Let's go, let's go to the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner." ”

At the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner table, four people sat facing each other.

The meals on this table are all cooked by Di Jiu himself, and there are seafood in it.

"You did it?" Mo Jue smelled it and felt very fragrant.

Di Jiu handed him a pair of chopsticks, "Yes, you taste it." ”

Mo Jue's eyebrows frowned very shallowly, "You can clip me some that you think is delicious." ”

Hearing this, Di Jiu's eyes deepened, but he didn't ask more, and really sandwiched a few pieces of fish and shrimp for him.

Mo never moved, picked up the food in the bowl with chopsticks, and ate elegantly.

Xiao Tiancheng looked at him secretly: "Uncle, why don't you pick up vegetables?" ”

Xiao Yasen on the side pushed her brother, and then she used the inflexible chopsticks she used to clip some vegetables to Mo Jue, and served another bowl of soup.

"Uncle, I've put it in front of you, you can drink it, it's not hot anymore."

Mo Jue was stunned, and his smile was very warm: "Thank you, Sen'er." ”

Di Jiu just sat on the sidelines and watched, unable to tell what was flowing in his eyes.

The meal was very comfortable, and the four of them chatted and told stories from time to time, which was very comfortable.

After eating Chinese New Year's Eve, Di Jiu wanted to arrange military deployment, and went to the study with joy and sorrow.

Mo Jue sat quietly in the room, holding the wood carving in his hand.

Xiao Yasen walked in, her steps were very light, she stared at Mo Jue's eyes tightly, held her breath and walked in front of Mo Jue step by step.

Mo Jue smiled lightly, "What's wrong?" ”

Xiao Yasen was taken aback, "Uncle......"

"Hmm."

"You...... Can't you see it? ”

Hearing this, Mo Jue's breathing tightened, but he smiled and said, "How can it be, how can my uncle not see it." ”

Xiao Yasen stared at him tightly, and the fingers on his side slowly raised two, "Then you say, how many fingers did I have to raise my hand?" ”

Mo Jue sat there and didn't move, his expression became a little lighter, he pursed his lips and didn't speak.

Seeing this, Xiao Yasen turned around and ran to close the door, and trotted back, his big eyes full of sadness, "Uncle, did you give your eyes to your mother?" ”

Mo Jue's hand holding the wood carving tightened tighter and tighter, and in the face of Xiao Yasen's questioning sentence by word, he couldn't say anything.

"Promise my uncle not to tell my mother, okay?"

"Why?"

"Because the uncle doesn't want the mother to blame herself, this is the uncle's willingness, if the mother knows that she will definitely return her eyes to the uncle, then the mother will never see it again, and you don't want the mother to see it, right?"

"Then uncle, you can keep your eyes, and then you will take care of your mother." There were tears in Xiao Yasen's eyes.

Her mind is delicate, much like Di Jiu, and she has long discovered that something is wrong with Mo Jue.

A wry smile appeared on Mo Jue's face: "Then if one day your uncle is gone, how will your mother live if you can't see it?" ”

Xiao Yasen tilted his head and asked incomprehensibly, "Why is my uncle not here?" ”