Chapter 103: I'm back

There were a lot of people from the village, more than thirty of them. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are many people, and the speed of doing things is naturally not slow, and when they just arrived, many people crossed the courtyard of Uncle Moyun's house and rushed to Uncle Molun's home, which had long been out of shape.

The Mozhan Village Chief and the others didn't care about any danger at this time, and while quickly picking up in the ruins, they shouted the names of Uncle Molun and Aunt Li.

Suddenly, Mo Qian over there shouted: "Hurry up, people are here!"

Before the words fell, the waist knife in his hand was thrown aside, and he was lying on his stomach desperately digging the soil with his hands.

The people next to him hurried over after hearing the sound and immediately joined the ranks of digging the earth. A corner of clothing peeked out from under the thick mound of earth, and it was impossible to tell whose it was.

Seeing that the soil was too thick and that the people were too slow to pick up the soil with their hands, they ran in a hurry, and after a while, they ran away with a shovel in their hands, shouting to get out of the way.

As a result, before he could get to the front, he was kicked to the ground by the red-eyed Mozhan village chief: "Your uncle's saving or harming people! Hurry up and throw that thing away and dig it with your hands!"

As he spoke, he lay on the ground and dug out the soil again, and the people next to him shouted loudly while digging the soil, hoping to hear a trace of echo.

As a result, they were disappointed......

A large pit appeared on the east side of the courtyard, and the vigorous willow tree in the courtyard was unusually crooked in the big pit, as if telling something to the earth.

A group of people gathered around the western edge of the pit, shouting loudly, desperately digging out with their hands, and the damp earth was scattered all around.

It was located at the edge of a large pit, and a lot of dirt flew out of the pit, and a large mound of dirt was piled up there.

Fortunately, the soil was soft and there were many people, and after a while, the scene inside was revealed.

Uncle Molun's chest was propped up on the stone pier, one hand was around Aunt Li's back, his elbows were firmly supported in the dirt, his legs were half kneeling on the ground, and he used his body to prop up a small space.

Under his body, there is half of Aunt Li's body, and Huang Laoxi's white head.

He just propped himself up there quietly, not moving, and there seemed to be a smile on his messed face.

What is he laughing at?

When you laugh at yourself, you don't be a coward when you are the most concerned, but pull the person you care about the most under you?

Most of the stone piers sank into his chest, and he didn't even feel any pain, he still maintained that posture, with a hint of a smile on his face, but the smile made people's hearts sour.

Aunt Li and Huang Laoxie under Uncle Molun were well covered, at least their faces were not stained with much dirt.

So much dirt smashed down on his head and face, this man didn't bend his body down.

Aunt Li's hands pulled Uncle Molun's upper clothes, as if she wanted to pull her man to her side, and didn't want him to face all the hardships alone.

Huang Laoxie not only has a gray-haired head under Uncle Molun's body, but also two people who are struggling to hold Aunt Li's hand, and have been brothers for most of his life, at the last moment, Huang Laoxie didn't care what Uncle Molun did, he knew his brother's temper too well.

Therefore, he did not refuse Uncle Molun's actions, but while he pulled himself, his hands also struggled towards Aunt Li.

So these three people have become the current shape, if it weren't for Huang Laoxi's two hands, only one head hidden under Uncle Molun's body would be Aunt Li.

The three of them were dug out of the earth, but they didn't move, still quietly maintaining their previous positions.

Their pale faces were stained with blood, and the blood was oozing from their features.

The people of Mozhan Village were silent, the eyes of the Mozhan Village Chief were very red, and the younger iron-headed people turned around and squatted on the ground, buried their heads between their knees, and let the tears flow freely.

Aunt Wang, who calmed down, stumbled over with Uncle Moyun, who was not walking well.

Originally, he was still asking loudly what the situation was, but he was seriously injured, but after seeing the scene in the field, he immediately stopped talking, squatted on the ground, and after a while, he stretched out his hand and shook the rope to Uncle Molun who was lying on the stone pier.

"It's good, it's our gentlemen from Mo Village. ！”

These are the words that Uncle Mo Yun said tremblingly.

"That's good!

More than thirty men with red eyes shouted out this sentence in a choked voice, and the voice was very loud, very loud......

There was a slight sound of the wind, the only remaining branches and leaves of the broken willow tree were gently rattling in the wind, and the clothes of Uncle Molun were slowly fluttering, as if they were greeting these most familiar people with a smile on their faces......

A heavy wheezing sound came from a distance, and the man who had just screamed heard the sound and hurriedly turned his head, only to find a man covered in tatters stumbling towards it.

The man's steps were weak, and he was so light that he seemed to fall to the ground in the next moment.

The sharp-eyed ones had already recognized who it was, and they didn't need anyone to say hello, and the iron-headed black dog rushed over quickly, trying to hold the exhausted Mo Qing.

The village chief of Mo Zhan and the others obviously also saw Mo Qing who suddenly appeared, and they were shocked in their hearts:

"Why is this kid back at this time!"

Several people with blood-red eyes hurriedly glanced at each other, having already made some kind of decision.

The village chief of Mo Zhan suddenly stood up and shouted at the iron head who ran towards Mo Qing: "Hurry up and hold this kid Mo Qing and take him to rest elsewhere!"

There was a peculiar majesty in the eager voice, which made people unable to resist in the slightest.

Among the few people, the black dog's mind turned the fastest, when Mo Qing appeared before, he screamed in his heart, and he had been struggling in his heart what to do, and when he heard the words of the village chief, he would hesitate there.

gave a few people in the same group a look, and then squeezed out a smile on his face, and said loudly to the lost Mo Qing:

"You kid is back, I don't see you for a few months, I almost want to die brothers, go, go to my brother's house first, and our brothers will drink a few big glasses first." ”

The Heiwa next to them also roughly understood the reason why the black dog did this at this time, and with red eyes, they responded loudly on the side.

The tall iron head completely blocked Mo Qing's vision, not wanting him to see the situation behind him.

Their outstretched hands did not touch Mo Qing's body, and before those hands arrived, his body twisted a few times in surprise, and then he walked around, staring straight ahead.

"Don't worry, you kid, aunt and uncle, they're all fine, it's just that the house was destroyed by the sudden thunder in the sky, everyone is fine!"

The black dog was in a hurry, squeezing an ugly smile on his face, and while blocking Mo Qing's front, he said words of relief loudly.

They really didn't want Mo Qing to see the miserable situation of Uncle Mo Lun at this time, the impact was too big for him.

Mo Qing, who was originally in a trance, suddenly burst into a dazzling light in his eyes after hearing this, he turned around suddenly, and stared at the black dog who spoke just now with a pair of bright and scary eyes, and only said after a while: "Really." ”

Several people were obviously frightened by Mo Qing's reaction, and after being stunned for a moment, the damp black dog in his eyes nodded solemnly towards Mo Qing: "Really!"

"Now don't worry, hurry up and go with a few of us, there are a few people in Mozhan Village ...... over there."

The few people who approached Mo Qing while talking, before they finished speaking, swallowed into their stomachs, and then quickly chased after Mo Qing from behind.

The villagers who were busy over there couldn't help but be stunned when they saw Mo Qing rushing over here, and at this moment they didn't know whether to stop Mo Qing or continue the movements in their hands.

At this stunned moment, Mo Qing had already rushed here, squeezed through the crowd, and just said, "I'm back." ”

He stood there, his face pale.

Tears poured out of his eyes like a dike.

When the village chief of Mo Zhan saw this scene, he was silent, and the scene fell into a deathly silence, and he sighed deeply, wanting to say something to Mo Qing who was standing there, his mouth opened a few times, but only let out a heavy sigh......

Uncle Mo Qian's hand that was about to pat Mo Qing on the shoulder was halfway raised, and then hung down weakly.

Now it seems that nothing is suitable for saying or doing.

The village chief of Mozhan looked at Uncle Molun who was half-covered by a white cloth on the ground, waved his hand, and asked a few villagers next to him who were still holding a white cloth corner cover in their hands to put down the cloth in their hands, and then took the lead and left.

After taking two steps, he turned around and pulled away Uncle Mo Yun who was standing there looking at Mo Qing with a worried face.

Since you haven't kept it a secret, let this kid stay with them a little longer."

Over the years, Molun's thoughts have been on this child, and it is good to give them some private space at this time, so that they can talk, but they are a little worried about Mo Qing's kid......

The words didn't come out loud, just swirling in my heart.

The people all walked away silently, the movements were very light, and almost no sound came out in the process.

Since it was certain that there was no danger, the village chief of Mozhan asked the villagers gathered here to go back first.

Give a message of peace to the women and children in the family, so that they will not feel at ease at home.

And the elders didn't go far, but just walked to the courtyard of Uncle Moyun's house, pulled out a round beam from the thatch, and a few people sat on it.

His eyes were staring at where Mo Qing was, for fear that he would do something.

No one spoke, and no one was interested in talking, just silently watching Mo Qing, who was standing still, slowly squatting on the ground.

Uncle Moyun, who was bleeding on his hands, let his mother-in-law bandage his wounds.

His already cloudy eyes were already full of tears, but he stubbornly didn't let them flow.