Jun Moxian had been at the door for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he had long been unable to see the figure in the distance. rubbed his face vigorously and squeezed out a smiling face, walked into Granny Yang's house, cleaned the house inside and out, sorted out everything and locked the door. I went to Granny Yang's grave and put incense on it.

Jun Mochou knelt in front of the grave and said softly: "Mother-in-law, I handed Mochou over to my uncle, and I don't know if this is right or wrong." But I'm still not used to Mo Chou not around, and now I'm really the only one left. However, thinking that the next time I see Mo Chou, he will be able to express his emotions happily and say what he wants to say, so it seems to be much better in my heart. I don't know what happened to my father, it doesn't feel that simple. But mother-in-law, don't worry, I won't trap myself when I'm not qualified to face these things, I will live well, and live well with Mo Chou. I don't know if there is nothing left when people die, but if you can still see us when you die, you can go to Grandma. Grandma is also a very good person, she loves us very much, but unfortunately she left too hastily in the end. I miss you so much.

As he spoke, Jun Mochou buried his head in his arms, and his shoulders kept shaking. He can stab himself in the thigh with a knife for his younger brother, he can fight to the death for Granny Yang and the ruffians, and he dares to argue in front of Yang Hucheng without changing his face. But in the end, no matter how strong he is, he is only an eight-year-old child, he will be afraid, he will be afraid, he needs people's love, he needs a warm embrace, and he can breathe at ease. But he had to be strong to shoulder the heavy responsibility of life, the burden of life was too heavy, he wanted to be lazy for a while, cry quietly for a while, just cry, it doesn't take too long.

Jun Moxian raised his head again and had a bright smile on his face, he buried the key to his mother-in-law's house in front of his mother-in-law's grave, and his mother-in-law's things were still kept by his mother-in-law. Jun Mowu kowtowed, stood up and said to Granny Yang: "Mother-in-law, I'm leaving, if you lack anything, you can give Xiao Mo a dream, and Xiao Mo will burn it for you." I'll take care of myself, don't worry. After the explanation, the young man patted the dirt off his knees and strode away.

Leaving Granny Yang's house, Jun Mo was worried about going back to his nest, and he didn't know what the nest was dirty after not going back for so long, and he had to clean up for a long time. Walked to the corner of the street, this time he walked with confidence and boldness, because Yang Hucheng said that he didn't have to worry about these little hooligans anymore, since he said that he didn't have to worry anymore. Walking quietly on the street actually produced a feeling of being in a different world. Leisurely walked to his own nest, but there was no trace of the nest on the corner of the street, and some were just ashes all over the ground. Jun Mo is not worried about how sad and frustrating, after all, this nest is just a place for him to stay, and he can build another one if he is gone. As for who burned his nest, he didn't bother to bother with his head, if nothing else, it was those ruffians. Since they can track themselves and know that they are making money selling vegetables, it makes sense to track them and know where they live. Maybe they turned it over inside and out before they burned it, thinking of this, Jun Moxian couldn't help but be happy, those people must be angry.

People like him who carry all the chili noodles on their bodies are willing to leave anything valuable at home. Even if all the money on their bodies was looted, they would never have thought that Jun Moxian would put the money to save his life on Mo Chou's body, after all, no one would go through the pockets of an idiot, how could they touch him if everyone thought he was dirty? It was not that Lin Moxian grasped people's hearts so clearly at a young age, but the experience he had summed up after being robbed and bullied too many times, and the burning of the nest was not the first time and not necessarily the last, so he had to learn to use his head to protect himself.

Thinking of this, Jun Moxian touched the remaining half of the bag of chili noodles and half a bag of salt in his arms, Gu Zi said: "I didn't expect this thing to have such a wonderful use, it seems that I have to prepare some to put on my body in the future, and I can use it to save my life at a critical time." As he spoke, he laughed again, not half of the chagrin that the house had been burned. He doesn't care about these external things, for him, there is a place to worry about home, and this peace of mind is my family.

Jun Moxian glanced at the ashes all over the ground, turned around, and had to find the next place to live. It's getting late, so you have to find a suitable place to stay. Walking alone on the street, the cold wind was whistling, and when he took a breath, he felt cold from his mouth to his lungs, Jun Mo couldn't help but rub his hands and drink in his hands. Unconsciously passed by the library with the lights on 24 hours a day, Jun Mo worry can't recognize a few words, so from the bottom of his heart there is a sense of awe of knowledge, this library is very good, open to everyone, many homeless orphans will go in to read, maybe because of the pain of life in the book can forget the coolness of this life, so many people take this place as the last harbor. Jun Moxian also wanted to go in, but he looked at his dirty body for fear of defiling this holy place, although the boss would not dislike them and just let them wash their hands and read a book, but Jun Moxian still didn't want to go in like this, always thinking about having clean clothes to wash himself clean before going in, but he never had such an opportunity, so every time he looked at the door for a long time and then left for a long time. This time was no exception, and I watched outside for a while before pacing away.

Jun Moxian shook his head and went to find a place to live. It is unrealistic to sleep on the street in this kind of weather, and sleeping in a store or in front of someone else's house will be disgusted by others, and you will be splashed with water, so you don't want to sleep in front of someone else's hall. Therefore, Jun Mo was worried about finding a bridge hole to survive for one night. The inside of the bridge and cave is well designed, and the shelter from the wind and rain is often the best place to live temporarily. After making up his mind, he headed for his destination.

Jun Moxian walked along the embankment on the river, and climbed into the bridge hole effortlessly. It's just that as soon as I entered, I saw fireworks curling inside the bridge cave, but I didn't expect that there were other people in such a place. The people inside looked at Jun Mo in a daze, he didn't expect that there would be other people in such a place, and the two of them stared at each other for a long time.

There was a sudden smell of burning in the air, and the homeless man inside suddenly screamed, "My chicken, it's a pity, it's a pity." It's all your little bastard. The man said while flipping the chicken in his hand: "I came here first, and I don't care if you have lived here before, anyway, I arrived first today, and it is late, so I won't drive you away, you can sleep by yourself." However, this roast chicken is not your share. Jun Mowu didn't speak, and slept quietly on the side.

Jun Mo was hungry, of course, he didn't eat, and all his net worth was bought for Mo Chou, and he really didn't have a penny in his hand. Originally, he wasn't hungry, but the smell of this homeless man's roast chicken wafted into his nose one by one, making his stomach growl, and he had no choice but to cover his head and force himself not to think about it. It seemed that as long as he fell asleep, he could forget about hunger, and the homeless man was too lazy to care about what the little beggar wanted to roast the chicken in his hand, and his mouth kept swallowing.