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When Mo Xiaoxiao drove the cattle back home, she saw her aunt humming a little song while working in the kitchen with a smile on her face.
Either the uncle's business made money or the cousin came back.
As expected, Mo Yucheng, whom the whole family was proud of, returned.
"Brother, it's really beautiful when you write this word."
Mo Xiaoxiao stood next to Mo Yucheng and watched him concentrate on writing his homework. His smooth and smooth brushwork made people look really comfortable.
Mo Yucheng smiled faintly, "Xiaoxiao, you are back."
At this time, Yu Xiaofeng came in, looking furious as if he wanted to eat people.
"What are you doing, why don't you go out to cook, can you afford to compensate us for disturbing Yucheng? This is not something you can see with a hanger bag. You can't hold a pen and write in your life."
Mo Xiaoxiao felt a pang of sadness in her heart. Is it true that she will never be able to hold a pen to write like Mo Yucheng, and read poetry and books?
Mo Yucheng stood up, and said angrily: "Mom, what are you doing, you go out, I can't even see you here, Xiaoxiao didn't bother me."
"Let me tell you about Yu Cheng, she is a person who can achieve nothing with a lifeless life, you should keep contact with her less, and you should study hard, she will be such a cheap person all her life."
Mo Xiaoxiao has long been used to her cynicism, turned around and walked out.
Habit is really a terrible thing, it is as numb and addictive as drugs.
Mo Xiaoxiao was squatting by the pond in the backyard, teasing the little creatures in the pond with dogtail grass, the sky was getting dark, until her shadow merged with the darkness, Mo Xiaoxiao was bitten by mosquitoes all over her body. Even without consciousness.
Do you want to shrink back and do your duty like this for the rest of your life? Mo Xiaoxiao, you are really useless!
Just as Mo Xiaoxiao was immersed in her own world, her aunt cursed again from the house behind her
"Mo Xiaoxiao, where did you go, you dead girl, you can't see a ghost every day!"
When Mo Xiaoxiao stepped into the yard, she was immediately scolded.
"You damn girl, you're going to go to heaven when you're so capable, what's wrong with learning from other people's stealth, it's hard to guard against house thieves day and night, you really raised a white-eyed wolf!"
At this time, the uncle had a sullen face, took a puff of his cigarette, stood at the door, and asked, "Xiaoxiao, did you take Yucheng's pen? If so, take it out, and you won't need it."
After all, he stared at her with a thief-looking look.
"Mo Xiaoxiao is a thief, thief bah bah bah!"
On the side, Mo Yuxin pretended to be a tiger and made faces with her, which made people very disgusted.
Mo Xiaoxiao knew that she couldn't argue with it. She had indeed entered Mo Yucheng's room just now, and she had a quarrel with her aunt, so no one would believe her now that she didn't take it.
Even if she jumped into the Yellow River, she couldn't wash herself
This is when she cast her eyes on Mo Yucheng who was silent at the side. His eyes dodged, as if he was also wondering about something. The only person Mo Xiaoxiao could trust in her heart also didn't believe her.
Mo Xiaoxiao stared straight at Mo Yucheng, with more disappointment than grievance in his eyes
Mo Xiaoxiao said word by word: "I said I didn't take it." The voice was not loud, but it was full of firmness and strength.
Yu Xiaofeng was still obstinate and aggressive, insisting that she was the one who took it. "No, who are you? Is there anyone else? Let me tell you, Mo Xiaoxiao, that you will never want to hold a pen and write in your life. You will stand out!"
Mo Xiaoxiao's gaze was like a torch, and his heavy gaze fell on Yu Xiaofeng's body, like a sword and a heavy sword. Yes, Yu Xiaofeng even forgot what he was going to say later.
"I'll say it again, I didn't take it. Believe it or not, it has nothing to do with me." After speaking, he stared at the family of four at the door, like a lone wolf facing four vicious dogs. Not humble.
"Since you have nothing to do with our family, then you should get out, go where you came from, and you'd better die outside and never come back."
Yu Xiaofeng said resolutely.
"Do you think I want to come back? If I can, I don't want to see you in my life."
After finishing speaking, Mo Xiaoxiao rushed out the door. The old wooden door creaked, as if it was complaining about something. Mo Xiaoxiao's petite and strong figure disappeared from everyone's eyes.
"Xiaoxiao, where are you going when you come back"
Mo Yucheng called Mo Xiaoxiao's name, trying to call her back, but how could such a proud Mo Xiaoxiao go back!
"Yu Cheng, hurry up and take a look, it's not safe outside at this late hour, so call her back." Mo Guobin said.
Maybe it's the last bit of conscience left, or maybe it's a kind of debt and guilt towards his father
Yu Xiaofeng still wanted to say something, but seeing Mo Guobin's complicated face, he didn't say anything.
Although it was midsummer, Mo Xiaoxiao didn't feel warm at all, and even felt that the wind was blowing and the cold was pressing.
The loved one will always live in spring, with the warmth of spring and the blossoming of flowers, the singing of birds and the dancing of swallows, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.
But Mo Xiaoxiao is the person who has been living in the cold winter, all year round, he only feels that the snow is tormenting the wind, the sky is freezing, and he is helpless.
But Mo Xiaoxiao was born in the spring when everything is revived and full of vitality! But she lived in winter
Things that live in winter must be unyielding and indestructible, and they can withstand the severe cold, so that they can be admired by the world. Do you want to die miserably and dimly in the severe winter, or choose to bully the frost and snow, and bloom bravely? Xiaoxiao has no answer in her heart
The cool breeze blows along the way, the cicadas and frogs croak in summer, everything looks so lively and harmonious, the poplar trees dance their leaves, and everything in this world is like a grand opening ceremony. Banquet, happy and harmonious.
Mo Xiaoxiao was indifferent, but thought they were too noisy, but couldn't think of a way to shut them up.
Mo Xiaoxiao looked at the darkness ahead, and looked at where she came from. Although there was a glimmer of light, it made people feel shuddering. On one side was the unknown darkness and on the other side was the devouring devil. She didn't know how to choose which way to go
"Hey!, what are you doing here? I'm not afraid that the jackals and wild dogs on the mountain will come down and drag you away!"
If you don't see the person, you should hear the voice first.
Mo Xiaoxiao looked at the distance, a black shadow was moving towards her, she quickly took a few steps back, and made a cautious protective movement.
When the man approached, she realized that it was Uncle Liu, the head of the village. He was carrying a hoe, and he must have just finished his work and returned home.
"Uncle Liu, are you coming home so late!"
By the way, this Uncle Liu is still a lonely person in his 50s. He has no education and is an honest farmer who has been with him all his life. He is usually very warm-hearted.
"Are you arguing with your aunt again? Here at this late hour, on this mountain, there are really wolves at night."
"I know, but I don't know where to go"
"I said, child, your life is also suffering. Your aunt is a person. I watched him marry your uncle. In fact, she has a sharp mouth and a good heart."
Seeing that Mo Xiaoxiao didn't speak, he said again:
"You don't want to go back if you think about it now, how about you go back with me, he is not safe on the mountain, he belongs to a little girl's house."
Mo Xiaoxiao really had nowhere to go for a while, thinking that Uncle Liu was usually a kind person, so he followed him without thinking too much.
Later she realized that simplicity is a kind of disease, and she is not seriously ill (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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