"Minko. ”

"I don't want to go back. ”

Jojo's words sounded softly in the cool night breeze

The roads in the town are dark at night, and only the distant lights of the houses are lit up by the houses that are far away from each other.

Ye Mingke still carried Qiao Qiao on his back and walked on the uneven path.

"Why?" Ye Mingke asked.

"I'm scared. Fear of being beaten, fear of being locked up at home in the future. ”

Qiao Qiao rested his chin lightly on Ming Ke's shoulder, squinting his pupils at the lights of the distant people in front of him.

After a long time, she said.

"I hate her. ”

As if to strengthen her heart, she said it again.

"I hate her. ”

She didn't say who she was, but Minke knew that she was talking about the sallow and ugly middle-aged woman.

"But...... If you never see her again, will you be willing?" asked Minke tentatively.

Qiao Qiao opened her mouth to answer, but Ming Ke interrupted her softly.

"Don't be in a hurry to answer, you try to think about it, and never see her life again. ”

Jojo paused in her reply, biting her lip tightly.

Never again, don't you see that woman?

The woman, the woman who looked at her with disgust since she was a child, the woman who scolded her with the most unpleasant words, the woman who ..... The woman who combed her hair and cooked medicine for her every day.

Jojo couldn't answer.

She hates her, but she's also used to her and can't bear her.

She loves her too.

There are only blood relatives in the world, who may be the person you hate the most, but you are the most reluctant and the most loved.

Minco heard her answer in her silence. He whispered to her.

"Auntie may not know why she has a grudge against you?"

"But then I thought about it, she must have loved you, too. ”

"You see, the clothes she wears are so simple and plain, she hardly dresses up, and even her hair is messy. ”

But Qiaoqiao, who was raised by her, was a clean and beautiful little girl wearing a snow-white skirt and straight black hair. ”

If you love, why do you have to hurt others, if you don't love, how can you have so many beautiful expectations?

Love and hate in the world are often entangled.

People are often contradictory to themselves.

"Don't be afraid, Jojo. ”

"I'll go back with you, and if I'm punished, we'll be punished together. ”

"If they don't let you out again, I'll snatch you out again.

"Believe me, even if your aunt builds the wall to a height of ten feet, I can climb into it. ”

Ye Mingke's warm words made Qiao Qiao's heart gradually quiet.

She let out a soft "um" and looked at the familiar lights that were approaching in front of her.

It's close, even if you slow down the pace, how long can you go in a short way?

Ye Mingke put Qiao Qiao down from a distance, Qiao Qiao fell half a step behind Ming Ke, and the two of them walked together to the dyeing workshop with lights on in the night.

But when they got closer, they were somewhat surprised to find that the light was not only leaking through the window, but also through the door of the dye house, which had been closed day and night.

A little spark lit up and went out in the darkness in front of the door, and then a misty smoke rose in the remnants of the candlelight in front of the door.

Ye Mingke and Bai Qiaoqiao hesitantly got closer, and saw the thin middle-aged man sitting in the shadow in front of the door.

He was smoking a cigarette in his green and red hands, looking sideways at the darkness in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing the man, Bai Qiaoqiao's steps that had been quietly moving forward suddenly stopped, but the footsteps that stopped were too hurried, and he stepped on the ground with a "bang", which was particularly loud in the night when no one was on the street.

Jojo's face turned red all at once.

The middle-aged man suddenly raised his head and saw Qiao Qiao. His face was shrouded in the darkness in front of the door, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Girl, come here!"

He raised the cigarette gun in his hand and raised his voice a little more than usual.

Qiaoqiao, who was blushing, wanted to slip back, but he didn't dare, so he slowly walked to the middle-aged man step by step, lowering his head.

The middle-aged man suddenly waved the cigarette gun in his hand, Qiao Qiao tensed his body nervously, and Ming Ke on the side also trembled in his heart.

But the cigarette gun in the middle-aged man's hand just fell lightly and knocked on Qiaoqiao's little head, and said in a deep voice: "What time is it? Why don't you go to dinner soon, what is your aunt waiting for?"

"Hmm. Jojo looked up in surprise, his eyes sparkling.

But as soon as she walked in the door, she thought of the woman and hesitated. Mingke, who was following behind, also took a step forward worriedly.

The middle-aged man looked up and glared at Ming Ke, spit out a puff of cigarette and said, "What are you still doing here, don't worry about it." The old lady in the family is in charge, and I am in charge of her. ”

He tilted his head and took another breath, lowered his head and knocked the ash in the cigarette gun on the threshold, and spat out the cigarette in a low-key and domineering manner.

"No one can let our daughters be wronged. ”

"Good. Ye Mingke was even more pleasantly surprised.

Qiaoqiao's steps as he walked inside the door suddenly became relaxed.

Watching Qiaoqiao's figure walk into the inner room, Ming Ke said goodbye to the middle-aged man and prepared to leave.

"Wait, boy. The middle-aged man suddenly stopped him who was about to turn around.

Ye Mingke turned around and saw the middle-aged man shaking the cigarette gun in his hand and said to him.

"It's okay to come and accompany my family Qiaoqiao, that girl doesn't have any friends except you, it's okay to go out to play, but ......"

He pointed his cigarette gun at Ke and said in an urn.

"With my consent, if you dare to come to my house to steal my daughter again, I will definitely discount your legs. ”

"Yes, uncle, Minke will definitely be in the future. Ye Mingke agreed in surprise.

"It's okay, get out of here. The middle-aged man waved the cigarette gun in his hand at him and said impatiently.

For the young opposite sex who may steal their daughter, all fathers probably don't want to give any good face in their hearts.

Even if that person is still a ten-year-old child, damn it, he dared to steal his own daughter in front of his eyes at the age of ten.

That's going to pay it back later!

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man who had been as calm as a mountain unconsciously knocked the cigarette gun in his hand and banged it loudly.

Quite irritable.

Ye Mingke trotted all the way home in a relaxed and happy mood, humming a little song in his mouth.

Running to the door of the house, he opened the door of his yard and shouted to the bamboo house: "Uncle, I'm back." ”

He turned around and closed the door, only to find his uncle sitting under a tree in the courtyard, looking up at him, his plain eyes seemed to be brighter than usual in the dark.

There was no candle in the courtyard, only some afterglow leaking from the bamboo house, so he didn't see Uncle at a glance.

He seems to know what his uncle is waiting for.

"Uncle. Ye Mingke looked at Uncle Jian with clear eyes, and his voice was firm and serious, "I want to take those trainings, I want to know those secrets, even if they are secrets that will make people miserable and unhappy." ”

"Are you sure?" asked Uncle Jian.

"Yes. There was no hesitation in Ye Mingke's voice.

"Okay, training starts tomorrow and you're ready. Uncle Jian's voice was still flat, but the corners of his mouth hidden in the darkness unconsciously hooked up a smile.

"How do you calculate the training goals and secrets?" Ye Mingke asked.

This has to be determined, although his uncle will not lie to him, but if his IQ goes offline and he steps into the pit, it is estimated that he will not even pay attention to scolding his uncle for lying to him.

"It's very simple, there are three trainings, each with multiple goals, and if you reach one goal, I'll tell you a secret. ”

He paused.

"When you reach your first goal, I'll tell you the mystery hidden in that trial. ”

Ye Mingke's eyes were bright, and he was in a state of excitement, completely ignoring the pain that he might have to go through during this training process, and only thought of the joy of knowing the secret

"What is that training?" Ye Mingke asked curiously and expectantly.

"I'll tell you tomorrow. Uncle Jian said.

"Okay. ”

Ye Mingke said with some disappointment, but the good mood of the day quickly made him smile again.

"Uncle, have you had dinner?"

"Eat. ”

"Where's the rest of the dinner at home?"

"Nothing. Uncle Jian said

"Why?" Ye Mingke touched his gurgling belly, a little aggrieved.

"When the sun was about to set, your Aunt Long saw that you were still running around with other girls on her back, so I guess you don't have to come back to eat. Uncle Jian's voice was still unwarm.

"Huh?" Ye Mingke blushed a little, "I need to eat anyway, right?"

Forget it, nothing can stop your good mood.

"Little things. I did it myself. ”

Ye Mingke laughed again. He stood in the courtyard with his legs crossed, full of pride.

"From tomorrow, I will work hard to cultivate and soon become the most powerful man in this town!"

"It's just training, not cultivation. ”

Uncle Jian quietly added next to him, and Ye Mingke's ambition was cut in half at once.

"And it can't be soon. ”

He tilted his head, presumably estimating.

"Well, it's pretty fast. ”

"In two or three years, I guess you'll be able to reach your first goal and know your first answer. ”

"Ahem. Ye Mingke felt that he was suddenly choked, and his ambition suddenly became "Xiong's heart"

He looked at his uncle wistfully.

"Uncle, you can actually tell me tomorrow like training. ”

"Look at you so happy. Uncle Jian said lightly, "I'm afraid you won't be able to get up early tomorrow if you have insomnia." ”

"Poof" Ye Mingke felt that he was choked again.

"Huh? No. ”

Ye Mingke went to the side of his uncle's wheelchair, with a wicked smile, carefully studying the expression on his uncle's face.

"Uncle, are you very happy?"

"Nope. Uncle Jian turned his face away.

"Hmph, liar. When you are happy, you like to tell bad jokes, although your bad jokes are not funny at all except cold. ”

Ye Mingke smiled evilly, and saw that his uncle was a little embarrassed, so he stood up with a smile and said

"Alright, I'm not going to tease you, I've got to hurry up and cook. ”

Uncle Jian watched Ming Ke walk towards the kitchen and thought distractedly.

Are you really happy? It's fun to raise a kid like yourself?

No way?

Ye Mingke walked to the kitchen door and said after hearing Uncle Jian behind him think of something.

"There is no food at home. ”

"The meal is at your Aunt Long's house. ”

"If you don't come back to cook, I'll eat over there. ”

Ye Mingke turned his head helplessly and tilted his head to look at his uncle.

"Uncle, your cold jokes are really cold"

The happy uncle is really wilted.

But Uncle is so happy, it seems that his decision should be right.

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