"Good, get closer, and let grandpa touch your little hand. The old man on the kang was already in his last years and was terminally ill, he barely supported his body and wanted to get up in order to see Zimo, but in the end he lay down weakly.

Zi Mo looked at the old man in front of him in horror, only to see that he had white hair, his face was full of wrinkles, a pair of eyes that looked like a mother were deep in the sockets like dried grapes, and his two big hands were already skinny and skinny, trembling and reaching out to him.

"Mo'er, call grandpa!" the mother urged.

"Grandpa!" Zi Mo reluctantly spoke, his lips seemed to be stuck together by something, he wanted to speak, but he couldn't say much, all because he rarely saw people, and he couldn't accept strangers other than his mother.

"Mo'er, you really look like your mother when you were a child, and you are cute, but it's a pity that grandpa will not be alive for a long time, so I can't spend more time with you. Ahem, grandpa is confused, he shouldn't have listened to that woman's words and married your mother to that stupid old emperor. If it weren't for that, your mother wouldn't have sneaked out of the house, and I wouldn't have lost my daughter in vain. Speaking of this, the old man grabbed Zi Mo's hand and trembled slightly, with tears in his eyes, he slowly shifted his loving gaze from Zi Mo to Zi Mo Niang himself, and whispered, "Good daughter, if you come back with Mo'er this time, don't leave again, Daddy was sorry for you in the past, let you be left alone in the wilderness, suffering for so many years, I am sorry for your dead mother." After a long series of words, the old man coughed violently again, and became more and more wheezing.

Zi Mo's mother couldn't bear to bother her father anymore, so she stepped forward, took Zi Mo's hand, and said softly to the old man, "Daddy, lie down and rest, don't worry, Mo'er and I will stay in the attached middle school to accompany your old man." Hearing his daughter's persuasion, the old man on the couch finally closed his eyes and slowly let go of the hand that was holding Zimo.

"Good boy, go ahead, Mo'er has been tired for a long time, it's time to rest!" After speaking, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes and slowly twisted his body over.

"Daddy is resting, my daughter has taken Mo'er to retire, and I will come to visit my father tomorrow!"

Zi Mo's mother saw that her father wanted to rest, so she pulled Zi Mo and gave the old man a deep salute together, and said goodbye.

The mother took Zimo's little hand and took him back to her room. As soon as he entered the boudoir, Zimo saw a dazzling array of fruits, snacks and steaming meals on the table, looking at these mouth-watering, unheard of, never-before-seen and never-eaten meals, the hungry Zimo couldn't help but swallow his saliva greedily.

"Mother, are these for us to eat?" he asked innocently curious.

"Yes, Mo'er, grandpa cherishes the two of us, and specially ordered the kitchen to cook a few more dishes to welcome our mother and mother back, Mo'er, if you are hungry, eat quickly." ”

Hearing his mother's words like this, Zimo finally put aside his restraint and timidity, he sat next to his mother in front of the wide and bright round table, feasted happily, and while eating, he also handed the food he thought was delicious to his mother.

"Mother, you can eat it too, this is very delicious, you can taste it!" Zimo didn't eat the food handed over by the child, just stroked her son's head, and said with a loving face, "Good child, my mother has eaten, you eat more, in the past few years, my mother has let the child suffer with you, and my mother is sorry for you." Mo'er, now that we are back in the house, we will never have to live that hard life of eating wild vegetables in the future. After saying this, she couldn't help but wipe the tears that were about to slip down with the hem of her clothes.

Zimo saw that his mother was sad, and stopped his movements in confusion, "Mother, I don't think how hard the life we lived in the past, as long as my mother accompanies me, Zimo is the happiest child in the world." ”

When Zi Mo Niang heard her son's sensible and heart-warming words, she couldn't help but smile, turning sadness into joy, "Good Mo'er, eat more, grow taller, and strive to become a majestic man like your father, so that no one will dare to bully you anymore, and my mother will have someone to rely on in her heart." ”

Hearing his mother say this, Zimo couldn't help but desperately nibble on the chicken leg in his hand a few more mouthfuls, "Mother, don't worry, Zimo will never let you down, and will never let others bully her mother." ”

That night, the mother hugged Zimo and slept in her boudoir back then, and then, the mother and son slept until midnight, but they heard noisy footsteps outside and people were boiling.

The young Zimo was so tired that he could barely open his eyes because of sleepiness, and in a daze, he only heard his mother desperately trying to wake him up, "Zimo, good boy, wake up quickly, there seems to be some big changes in this house, could it be that your grandfather is seriously ill and passed away suddenly?"

However, what happened next made Zimo unforgettable for life, but he never wanted to remember it again.

Zi Mo, who was woken up by his mother, saw his mother looking out of the window, and for a moment of curiosity, he also walked to the window, tiptoeing, sleepy-eyed and looking out.

If you don't look at it, Zimo was taken aback by a look, it turned out that a luxurious house in the compound was on fire, and countless families were shouting, "Go to the water, put out the fire!"

"It's not good, it's the room where my father lives that is on fire, Zimo, don't walk around when you stay here, just go back when your mother goes to see." Worried about the safety of the child's grandfather, Zi Mo Niang put on a cloak and hurriedly walked out. Unexpectedly, when the figure of the mother had just walked to the top of the corridor, a team of errand officers came out of nowhere, they held bright steel knives in their hands, and when they gave an order, they surrounded Zimo's mother.

Zimo, who was worried about the safety of his mother, was looking out the window at the moment, and just happened to see the scene of his mother being taken away by unknown people.

Seeing his mother being arrested, he was stunned and frightened, and the whole person seemed to be stabbed in the heart with a sharp dagger in an instant, and there was pain, despair, and unspeakable fear surrounding him.

"Mother, he wept and wanted to cry out, but he did not dare to shout, for fear of alarming the servants in the distance.

In order to escape, Zimo alertly stuffed the small package that his mother carried in the placket of his chest, preparing to pass through the window. But at this moment, a man in black flashed under the window, startling Zimo and almost exclaiming.

"Shhh, don't be afraid, little master, I'm Miss's old servant Lao Zhong, I'm here to save you. Miss is afraid that she will not be able to escape now, so I will find a way to take you out first. The familiar old man's voice sounded in his ears, making Zimo suddenly think of the old servant who held him tightly in his arms at night and asked someone to buy him food.

"Uncle, I'm afraid!" Zimo trembled in his voice, choked up, moved his small figure, and approached the old man.

"Little master, don't be afraid, the old slave knows a secret path in the house, it has been abandoned for many years, you come with me, after I send you to a safe place, I will turn back to save your mother." After the old man finished speaking, he couldn't help but say, he took an arrow step, approached Zimo, and hugged Zimo into his warm arms.

Although the old man was old, he walked like a fly, in the night, he held Zimo to avoid the noisy firefighters, and evaded the fierce gods and evil men who searched for him everywhere, and ran all the way towards the water system in the back garden of the house.

Zimo was held in the arms of the old man, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak, his little heart was pounding with fright, he wanted to ask the old man, what happened tonight? Who did the mother offend? Why would someone come to arrest the two of them? But while running, he couldn't ask, let alone ask, now he was most worried about when he would be able to see his mother again, and the most worried was where the old man was going to send him?