Mo Jue was lying on the martial arts arena, his right hand tightly holding the few pieces of broken silver, his teeth clenched, and his eyes looked hatefully in the direction where Qin Dang left.

A strong killing intent rose from his heart, and someone seemed to keep saying in his mind:

Kill him, everything about him is yours .... Kill him and you'll be free...

Mo Jue struggled to get up, clutching his unnaturally hanging left hand, his eyes red.

A long sword thrown on the ground caught his attention, and a picture of a sharp blade entering his body flashed in his mind, and Mo Jue stretched out his right hand to pick up the long sword.

"Mo Jue, are you okay kid?"

Fan Wenxuan trotted all the way from a distance, with a somewhat anxious look on his face.

Noticing Mo Jue's left hand, he couldn't help but scold: "This grandson ....."

Halfway through his words, Fan Wenxuan seemed to remember something, covered his mouth tightly, looked around, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no one around.

The appearance of the thief's eyebrows and rat's eyes is quite joyful.

Fan Wenxuan's arrival woke up Mo Jue, and there was a coolness in his chest, and the killing intent in his heart quickly subsided. Seeing the other party's anxious appearance, Mo Jue's heart warmed, and he said, "I'm fine..."

"That's all right, okay, I'll take you to the doctor." ”

As he spoke, Fan Wenxuan dragged Mo Jue out, and before leaving, Fan Wenxuan glanced at the broken Qi Mei stick on the ground meaningfully.

In the blink of an eye, it was night.

In a firewood room, Mo Jue sat on a wooden plank, and this was his bed tonight.

The left hand was sandwiched between two wooden planks, which were roughly wrapped in strips of cloth.

"Really... Is it a dream?"

Mo Jue muttered, just now, he tried to induce the aura, but he didn't feel anything. But when I think of the scene of practicing boxing with Qin Dang today, it doesn't feel like a dream.

Exhaling a breath of turbidity and throwing his thoughts out of his mind, Mo Jue began to worry about the next thing, which was to eat...

In order to heal their left hand, Mo Jue and the others used all their savings, and the few broken silvers left by Qin Dang were not enough at all.

Feeling the hunger in his belly, Mo Jue smiled helplessly.

'Knock~'

There was a knock on the door, Mo Jue stood up and opened the door, but it was Fan Wenxuan.

Mo Jue was a little puzzled and asked, "Wen.... Xuan, it's so late, what are you doing here?"

Fan Wenxuan smiled, took out two steaming buns from his arms, and said:

"Didn't you eat, did you, so I brought you two buns and ate them while they were hot..."

So saying, he walked into the room by himself, sat on the small plank, and looked around the small firewood room.

Mo Jue took the bun, and was speechless for a while, and now, he couldn't tell which was the dream.

One is extremely indifferent, while the other is tactful, two completely different Fan Wenxuan, but in Mo Jue's opinion, they are so natural.

Fan Wenxuan saw Mo Jue at the door, and opened his mouth to greet:

"What are you doing at the door, come into the room and sit, aren't you cold?"

Hearing this, Mo Jue smiled awkwardly, turned around and closed the door, walked down by a haystack, picked up a bun and nibbled on it. He also slurred in his mouth:

"Wen Xuan, you skip work today to accompany me to the doctor, is it really not important?"

Fan Wenxuan waved his hand: "Hey, what's the matter." It's a big deal that our brothers are gone, the world is so big, there is always a place that can accommodate us. ”

"Okay. ”

Mo Jue answered. He concentrated on destroying the buns in his hand. Fan Wenxuan found a more comfortable position to lie on the wooden board, and said to himself:

"Hey, did you see that Xiaocui today, my brother told you, in the future, my brother will marry my mother-in-law like this, I will be good at first sight, and when the time comes, I will give birth to two fat dolls, and let you be my godfather, do you think it is.... If it doesn't work out, you can say something. ”

As he spoke, seeing that Mo never responded, Fan Wenxuan stood up and asked.

Mo Jue nibbled on the bun, nodded very perfunctorily, and signaled that he agreed, Fan Wenxuan then lay down again, pillowed his head with his hands and continued:

"The doctor can say it, this has been a hundred days of injuries, and you should pay attention to yourself recently..."

In Fan Wenxuan's chatter, Mo Jue's thoughts drifted to the dream he had today, the long, full of fantasies, and the real dream.

"Is it really a dream?"

Mo Jue muttered, he remembered everything in it very clearly, and now the tingling sensation coming from his left hand had not stopped, which side was illusory and which side was real, Mo Jue himself couldn't tell the difference.

When Mo Jue came back to his senses, Fan Wenxuan had already fallen asleep on the wooden board, Mo Jue smiled helplessly, lay on his side on the haystack, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Next

Mo Jue was taken by Xiao Cui to find Qin Dang again, this time, Fan Wenxuan didn't stop him, he just lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the evening, Mo Jue returned to the small firewood room with bruises all over his body, and Fan Wenxuan also brought Mo Jue food as he did last night, and then fell asleep on the wooden board without saying a word.

For three days in a row, Mo Jue was taken to accompany Qin Dang to 'practice boxing' in the morning, and returned to the firewood room in the evening.

This night, it was snowing heavily outside, Mo Jue thought that Fan Wenxuan should not come tonight, so he lay down on the plank early, he had learned to be obedient in the past few days, and let Qin Dang's fist fall on him.

No way, who makes form stronger than people...

Just when Mo Jue was thinking this, a chill hit him, and Fan Wenxuan pushed open the door and walked in.

With a gloomy face, he handed Mo Jue two buns, and sat on the ground casually, without saying a word.

Mo Jue had never seen Fan Wenxuan show such an expression in the past few days, and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?" Wen Xuan. ”

When Fan Wenxuan heard this, he said in a hoarse voice;

"I think when I met you back then, it was also like today's goose feather snow, you fainted in the snow alone, I couldn't bear it, so I rescued you, I wanted to let you go when you woke up. I would be too busy to take care of myself, so how could I have the energy to take care of you. ”

As he spoke, Fan Wenxuan took out a gourd from his arms and opened the stopper, and a strong aroma of wine spread in the firewood room.

Fan Wenxuan poured a sip of the liquor into his throat, bringing a trace of warmth to his body, and exhaled a breath of hot air before continuing:

"But you, pouting and pulling at my clothes, can't get rid of me. In the blink of an eye, you are so old and can take care of yourself, I am a little relieved..."

Listening to Fan Wenxuan's words, scenes flashed in Mo Jue's heart:

A young child pouted, tugged at the corner of the boy's clothes, and refused to leave no matter what the boy said...

When they grow up a little, the child follows the teenager to the north and south, struggling to make a living...

In the end, the child who grew up as a teenager and the boy who depended on each other entered the Qin Mansion together and became a family...

A sour feeling surged up the tip of Mo Jue's nose, and the bun sent to his mouth in his hand was also in the air, not knowing what to say.

"Lao Tzu worked hard to raise your kid so big, and let that grandson bully him like this, I can't stand this grievance!"

Fan Wenxuan said that when he was angry, he slammed his fist on the ground, making a muffled sound.

Hearing this, Mo Jue was shocked and hurriedly stood up, but was stopped by Fan Wenxuan waving his hand.

Fan Wenxuan raised his head, took a sip of the wine in the gourd, and then threw the gourd to the ground.

'Smack~'

The wine gourd shattered to the ground, Fan Wenxuan's face flushed, he stood up and walked to the door, and said, "Tomorrow, don't go." Let your brother and I go for you. ”

With that, he pushed open the door and walked out, disappearing into the snow.

Mo Jue only thought that Fan Wenxuan was drunk, and he didn't take it to heart.

Nothing to say all night,

The next day, Mo Jue, as usual, took the Qi Mei stick and stood at the door on duty, originally he was on duty in turn, but after Mo Jue gave Qin Dang an elbow blow that day, it was always him.

It's just that Fan Wenxuan has been in the future for a long time, and although Mo Jue has doubts in his heart, he can only comfort himself and say, "Maybe I'm drunk and still asleep..."

Until dusk, Fan Wenxuan was not seen, Mo Jue was a little anxious, and it happened that Xiaocui walked out of the gate at this time.

Mo Jue hurriedly stepped forward to stop Xiao Cui and asked, "Sister Xiao Cui, have you seen Wen Xuan, he hasn't been here this day..."

Xiao Cui was taken aback by Mo Jue, and after seeing clearly that it was Mo Jue, she was obviously relieved, and then said indifferently: "Wen Xuan, who is it?"

Mo Jue was anxious, and he ignored Xiao Cui's attitude, and explained, "It's the one who stood in front of the door with me. ”

Xiao Cui suddenly realized: "Oh, that." Childe sent him to the south of the city. ”