Chapter 105 Two Mountains Under the Night Sky

"Boy, awake?"

As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard a slightly eager voice say on the side. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Uncle......" Mo Qing, who was in a trance, felt that this voice was very familiar, and opened his mouth to call out uncle.

After seeing the person in front of him clearly, the words that followed were stuck in his throat again.

His own uncle is already asleep......

"Village Chief, Uncle Moyun, why are you here. ”

Mo Qing, who had sobered up, took his hand away from his mouth, wiped the blood on the side of his mouth without a trace, and put his hand behind his back. Then he smiled at the two people in front of him.

"If you don't come, you will eat all your fingers, rabbit cub, if you feel uncomfortable, you will shout out, how can you bite your own hand!"

Seeing that Mo Qing had returned to normal, the worry on Uncle Mo Yun's face also disappeared, and he slapped Mo Qing to show his dissatisfaction with him.

The village chief of Mo Zhan next to him didn't say a word, he pulled Mo Qing's hand behind his back over with one hand, and with the other hand, he pulled his body, and a cloth belt more than one finger wide appeared in his hand.

Uncle Mo Yun picked up the lantern from the ground, shone it forward, couldn't help but take a breath of cool air, and threw his palm on Mo Qing's body: "Have you bitten yourself like this? What if your finger falls off!"

Uncle Moyun's life was very bumpy, and his only son also lost his life while hunting in the mountains, and since then he has been living with his mother-in-law.

Uncle Molun and their two families are very close, they are neighbors on the left and right, the two often go into the mountains to hunt together, and they often move around in the village.

For Mo Qing, he also loves Mo Qing very much, and sometimes he is closer to his own children than others.

At this time, he saw that Mo Qing actually bit the flesh and blood of one of his fingers, and he couldn't help it, raised his slap and slapped it.

As soon as the slap was drawn, I regretted it a little in my heart, so I said with a slightly straight face: "Be honest, don't move, let Uncle Mo Zhan bandage you well, otherwise it will be useless in the future!"

Mo Qing didn't move, stretched out his hand and let the village chief of Mozhan give him a careful medicine bandage, the medicine was brought by the village chief of Mozhan, it was the medicine powder configured by Huang Laoxi, and it had a great effect on external injuries.

People always need someone to care for them, especially those who have just suffered too much blow.

After waking up, I felt the heartfelt love of the two of them, which made Mo Qing's trembling heart get a lot of warmth.

If they hadn't come here late at night, Mo Qing's fingers would have been eaten by himself. Just now he fell into a dead knot in his thoughts, and he could do anything in a trance.

"Don't be stupid, drink saliva and rinse your mouth first. ”

Uncle Mo Yun saw that Mo Qing was a little stunned, so he took out a gourd from his arms and handed it to Mo Qing.

Mo Qing smiled at Uncle Mo Yun, and without hesitation, he reached out and took the gourd, bit the plug with his teeth, put it under his nose and smelled it, it turned out to be wine.

Then he put the gourd on his mouth, and poured two large mouthfuls of wine, but without rinsing his mouth, the blood in his mouth was swallowed by him mixed with wine.

The wine was very strong, Mo Qing drank in a hurry, and couldn't help coughing after taking two big bites.

coughed twice, suppressed the strength of the wine and was about to drink again, but the gourd in his hand was taken away by the splitter.

The village chief of Mo Zhan took a big sip of the gourd, and then handed it to Uncle Mo Yun.

"This is your uncle's treasured wine, it's usually hard to taste a sip, it's good that the kid can drink two sips, and he wants to finish it, and let us not let our old brother pass!"

After speaking, he ignored Mo Qing, took a few steps forward, and went straight to the front of Uncle Mo Lun's mattress, found a random stone on the ground, sat on it, and quietly looked at the quiet old friend without speaking.

Seeing that Mo Qing was coming over, he pointed his hand to the basket beside Uncle Mo Yun.

"That's the chicken soup that your Aunt Wang specially stewed for you, saying that you have a bad mouth, except for your Aunt Li and her, no one else can cook food. Go get it yourself, and don't expect us to serve you!"

Uncle Mo Yun smiled and pointed to the basket beside Mo Qing, then bent down and took out a few bowls from the basket and walked to the side of the village chief of Mo Zhan and sat down.

The four bowls were laid out in a row, and the fragrant wine in the gourd filled the four large bowls.

The two put the two bowls next to the mattress of Uncle Molun and Huang Laoxi, and one of them picked up a bowl and put it in front of him, and took a sip of the wine bowl from time to time.

No one spoke, just like when several people drank together on weekdays, just simply enjoying the taste of wine.

At this moment, Mo Qing felt that two mountains appeared in front of him, two mountains that were not very tall, but very majestic, and could shelter you from the wind and rain.

Whoever is behind these two mountains will feel a strong sense of security in their hearts.

The basket was opened by him, and there was a large crockpot inside, and after opening it, the tempting aroma overflowed, and when you smelled it, you knew that this was his favorite stewed chicken with mushrooms.

Judging by the degree of stewing, there is not a single hour that is not good.

In other words, Aunt Wang stewed herself when she came back from here, and she didn't even pay attention to half of the collapsed house.

What is rare in this world is the kindness of others to you, so whenever something like this happens, you must cherish it.

Mo Qing's stomach was not hungry, and he didn't have the heart to eat at all, but he still scooped out half a bowl of soup and a few cloves of mushrooms from the crockpot and drank it slowly.

After drinking, he held the bowl, and he was stunned and didn't know what he was thinking, so Uncle Moyun over there said loudly: "If you can't drink it, don't drink it, come over with your bowl." ”

The bowl was taken by Uncle Mo Yun, poured it full of wine with wine, and handed it to Mo Qing, who was sitting on the side.

"From today onwards, you'll be old enough to have a drink with us. ”

"I know that your kid is uncomfortable, and no one feels bad when such a thing happens, who would have thought that a few good people would say that it would be gone.

But life still has to go on after all, and it's not okay to be sad blindly, you have to think about it yourself. ”

As soon as the words fell, the village chief of Mozhan raised the bowl in his hand and said to Mo Qing: "Come on, boy, drink some, and let your uncle take a look, there is no misuse when we come out of Mo Village." ”

Three large rough bowls collided together, and the hops were splashed.

The village chief of Mo Zhan and Uncle Mo Yun laughed at the same time, and drank the bowl with it, and Mo Qing on the side had almost drunk the bowl.

A little time, the wine is exhausted. Three large bowls were placed on the ground, and Uncle Moyun added wine, but there was not much wine in the gourd, and there was only half a bowl in each bowl.

After seeing Mo Qing's relief, the village chief of Mo Zhan, who was slightly red, looked at Uncle Mo Lun lying on the mattress and said:

"Boy, tomorrow I will choose a place to send my brother and sister-in-law away, no one is gone, and it is safe to go into the ground." It's not an option to keep them here like this. ”

"Or choose Wulingtun at the back of the village, where your Uncle Molun's parents rest, and now send your uncle and them over, it just happens to be a family reunion."

Brother Huang also sent it over, they have a good relationship, and they will definitely get along well after the past. ”

Uncle Mo Yun looked at Mo Qing and then at the few people in front of him, and said loudly.

Mo Qing, whose face was red after drinking, couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the words of the two.

How many uncles are going to be sent away?

Never to see them again?

Alone again?

Is this the last night to accompany them?

Seeing that Mo Qing didn't speak, the two village chiefs of Mo Zhan didn't say anything more, and by the light of the lantern, they picked up the wine bowl, touched it against the void of Uncle Molun's bowl Huang Laoxi, and took a sip.

"Life and death parting, there are always things to experience, no matter how important the person is, it is impossible to accompany you forever, you are young and have not experienced this.

I'm different from your Uncle Mo Zhan, I've experienced a lot, and I've slowly seen it.

Death, that is what it is, as long as they are in their hearts, then they will not leave, but will live forever in your heart. ”

The voice carried a kind of amazement that he had seen it, and after the words were over, he took another sip of the wine bowl, and when he saw Mo Qing's face was red, he picked up his bowl and poured the wine into the bowl of the two of them, and said when he saw Mo Qing with a slightly reluctant look

"Wine, just drink it in moderation, don't think about borrowing wine to kill your sorrows, that thing is useless, I've done it before, and I cried a lot. ”

"People should always grow up one day, after today, you will grow up, you always have to face the things you should face, and you can't blindly avoid it.

Knowing that your kid has been smart since he was a child, we don't say that you should also understand these truths, and be strong from tomorrow, so that you can be like your Uncle Molun's kid!"

Mo Qing slowly wiped away the sadness on his face, bowed deeply to the two, and then knelt in front of the mattress and quietly looked at his dearest person.

More stars appeared in the sky, the candles in the lanterns slowly burned out, and a few people sat under the starry sky, slowly savoring the taste of life and death.

When the sky was about to dawn, Mo Qing said goodbye to the village chief of Mo Zhan and Uncle Mo Yun, who had been with him all night here, holding a bed board in his hand, and walking towards Heishipo with his sleeping relatives.

The village chief of Mo Zhan and Uncle Mo Yun stood under the clean starry sky and watched Mo Qing leave, until the not sturdy figure completely disappeared into the darkness, then they sighed and helped each other to walk home.

I don't know if this kid can think about it......