Chapter 337: A Melon that Is Forced Is Not Sweet, and a Person Who Is Forced to Stay Has No Heart

Wu Wu turned his head and glanced at Song Ci. Seeing that Song Ci's expression was unusually serious, he knew that this girl had understood what he meant. "So, do you believe it?"

Song Ci kicked the ball and asked Friday again, "Uncle Zhou, do you believe it?"

Friday shook the ashes from his cigarette and said, "I didn't believe it before, but now I do." He stared at Song Ci's unpredictable face and smiled, "Do you believe it or not?"

Song Ci believed it, but when she thought that if Han Zhan was really the reincarnation of Emperor Taiping, then he had loved another woman wholeheartedly in his previous life, and that woman was so good, Song Ci felt bad.

She snorted coldly and said, "I don't believe it!"

At this time, Mo Zhangkuang walked out of the house and stood in front of his small yard. Seeing Song Ci still talking to Friday, he laughed and scolded: "Song Fei, what are you waiting for, come up quickly!"

Song Ci heard Mo Zhangkuang's angry shout and quickly threw the lighter to Friday, "Let's go, Uncle Zhou, let's talk to you tonight!"

Song Ci ran away on his bicycle.

Wu Wu bit his cigarette butt, stared at Song Ci's back, and sneered with unknown meaning.

As soon as Song Ci arrived at Mo Zhangkuang's place, he saw Mo Zhangkuang changing his shoes. "Teacher, are you going out?"

"Go to Xishan." Mo Zhangkuang answered with just three words, but Song Ci's heart sank.

What to do in Xishan? Obviously not to pick the spiritual fruit.

Song Ci was worried and followed Mo Zhangkuang to Xishan. When he went, Mo Zhangkuang took a white jade Guanyin bottle from the Bogu shelf.

Mo Zhangkuang took Song Ci into the back mountain of Xishan Mountain. After turning on the light, Mo Zhangkuang led Song Ci directly to the corridor on the second floor and stood at the door of the cell where Granny Yao was imprisoned.

Nangong Yingying sat on the bed with her back against the wall and her head lowered. She didn't know whether she was sleeping or fainted due to discomfort.

Among the prescriptions that Mo Zhangkuang gave to Song Ci, one of the medicines required the blood of the medicine maker, but he found that Song Ci had never come to collect the blood.

As the young master of the Mo family, Song Ci cannot be so soft-hearted. If she didn't come, Mo Zhangkuang would have no choice but to bring her.

Mo Zhangkuang stuffed the Guanyin bottle into Song Ci's arms and said in a domineering tone that could not be criticized, "Song Fei, go get the blood!"

Song Ci hurriedly held the Guanyin bottle tightly, feeling that the jade bottle in his hand was particularly cold.

Seeing Song Ci's delay in making any move, Mo Zhangkuang couldn't help but sneered and asked, "What? Can't bear it anymore?"

Song Ci admitted directly, "Yes, I thought that a doctor's bounden duty is to save people. Teacher, it's hard for me to accept what you asked me to do."

Song Ci openly questioned Mo Zhangkuang's approach, which was actually in line with her status.

After all, she is a virus expert, and what she used to do was save mankind. Now asking her to take a woman's blood to make medicine is tantamount to murdering a life.

It’s strange that ‘Song Fei’ is willing to do it.

Mo Zhangkuang also understood that it was indeed difficult to get 'Song Fei' to agree with their ideas and correct her attitude towards the medicine man.

But all the word-of-mouth medicines produced by the Mo clan require the blood of the medicine people, so she had to do this.

Mo Zhangkuang gently put his pleated hand on Song Ci's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Song Fei, you have to understand that if you hurt one person, you can save countless people. This is worth it."

"I know you won't approve of our approach, but when you see those people who have been tortured by illness and have lived in pain all their lives, regaining their health by taking my Mo family's medicine, you will know, It's all worth it."

"Song Fei." Mo Zhangkuang squeezed Song Ci's thin shoulders and told her, "As the young master of the Mo family, you must do this!"

Song Ci lowered his head and looked at his expression, as if he had been successfully persuaded by Mo Zhangkuang.

When Mo Zhangkuang said these words, Nangong Yingying finally raised her head. She looked straight at Song Ci and Mo Zhangkuang with her turbid old eyes. Her lips pursed for a moment before she sneered and cursed: "Old dog."

"Listen, you talk so much about benevolence, righteousness, morality and boundless love. How ironic!"

"You need to use my blood to improve the efficacy of the medicine. It only shows that your Mo family's medical skills are not high enough! The Mo family is just a group of evil heretics!"

When Mo Zhangkuang heard Nangong Yingying's words, he was afraid that her words would affect Song Ci's mood, so he pushed Song Ci hard and pushed Song Ci into the cage. "Song Fei, hurry up, you won't achieve anything big if you wait too long!"

Song Ci staggered for a few steps before standing firm.

She stood in front of Granny Yao, blocking Mo Zhangkuang's gaze behind her. Song Ci stared at Granny Yao with tearful eyes, her hand holding the jade bottle was trembling.

Nangong Yingying looked at her with eyes full of love.

Song Ci said very quietly: "Grandma, I'm sorry for you."

Nangong Yingying understood Song Ci's lips. She was afraid that Song Ci would be too soft-hearted to do anything, and that Song Ci's identity as a medicine man would be discovered by Mo Zhangkuang. With a cruel heart, Nangong Yingying moved her lips and cheeks a few times, then opened her mouth and spat hard at Song Ci!

"Pooh!"

Song Ci was stunned and heard Nangong Yingying scold angrily: "You are not a good person to have that beast Mo Zhangkuang as your master! The little girl looks human-like, but she is heartless!"

"You bitch, come on, draw my old lady's blood!" Nangong Yingying's voice sounded full of anger, but the way she looked at Song Ci was loving and tolerant.

After scolding, Nangong Yingying silently said to Song Ci with lip language: "Child, do it."

Song Ci understood the words on her grandmother's lips, and she was heartbroken. She wanted to turn around and stab Mo Zhangkuang to death, but she knew very well that killing Mo Zhangkuang alone would not save her grandma.

One is dead, Mo Zhangkuang, and the other is Mo Suixin, Mo Suiyun

Song Ci endured her heartache and knelt down to look at Granny Yao. She pretended to be angry and scolded Granny Yao: "Shut up, old man! We are all doing this to save other people's lives! The head of the family is a person with great love, you You can’t slander him!”

Granny Yao was almost disgusted to death by Song Ci's words. She glanced at Mo Zhangkuang in the corridor and cursed sharply: "Mo Zhangkuang, his eyes are smaller than a pinhole, and he still has fraternity in his mind?"

"Compared to his brother, he is nothing!"

Granny Yao's words really stimulated Mo Zhangkuang. Even at the age of eighty, Mo Qingkuang is still the inverse scale in Mo Zhangkuang's heart that no one can mention. He hates whoever mentions it.

Mo Zhangkuang frowned and urged Song Ci: "Song Fei, hurry up, don't talk nonsense to her!"

Song Ci shed tears, lowered her head, and untied the hose on Granny Yao's arm despite her struggle.

The air went in along the hose, and blood immediately flowed out of Granny Yao's body. Song Ci hurriedly used the Guanyin bottle to catch the blood.

I couldn't bear to watch this scene, so I stared at my toes and cried silently.

Nangong Yingying noticed that Song Ci was crying. From the corner of her eye, she saw Mo Zhangkuang walking in. Worried that Mo Zhangkuang would become suspicious when he saw Song Ci's tears, she suddenly raised her other hand and pressed Song Ci's face hard. superior.

"I remember your face, and I will never let you go even if I die!" She said the most ferocious words, but her movements of wiping Song Ci's tears were extremely gentle.

"Song Fei, don't pay attention to her." Mo Zhangkuang walked behind Song Ci at some point.

Song Ci heard Mo Zhangkuang's voice, and her back suddenly straightened. She lowered her head, not daring to look at her grandma. After a long time, she heard Mo Zhangkuang say: "That's it."

Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly blocked the hose, capped the Guanyin bottle, and then stood up.

Looking down at the weak Nangong Yingying, Song Ci tilted her head and asked Mo Zhangkuang: "Will Granny Yao die?" They just took away a lot of Granny Yao's blood.

Mo Zhangkuang shook his head, "People don't die that easily. Let's go, you still have to make medicine." Mo Zhangkuang turned around and left.

Afraid of arousing Mo Zhangkuang's suspicion, Song Ci didn't dare to take another look at Nangong Yingying and followed Mo Zhangkuang away.

After walking out of the cage in the back mountain, Song Ci saw Mo Zhangkuang take out his mobile phone and call the person taking care of Nangong Yingying, informing the other person to make more blood-enhancing food and send it to Nangong Yingying.

In doing so, they simply regarded Nangong Yingying as a beast, a beast that was kept in captivity and allowed to be used by them! She has no human rights, no freedom, and her whole life is hopeless.

At that moment, Song Ci suddenly wished that Nangong Yingying would die like this.

Death is liberation.

After leaving Xishan and talking to Mo Zhangkuang, Song Ci returned to the pharmaceutical shop. She used a straw to take some blood and put it into small pills. Song Ci's eyes filled with tears again as she smelled the scent of the medicine that was so familiar that it made her sick to her stomach.

In the evening, Song Ci returned to the dormitory building, feeling a little distracted.

Because Han Zhan lived in the dormitory, people from the cafeteria delivered food to the dormitory. Neither Han Zhan nor Song Fei had dinner, and they were waiting for Song Ci to come back to eat together.

Seeing Song Ci's distracted look, Han Zhan and Song Fei both frowned. "What's the matter with you, Song Ci?" Song Fei thought someone had bullied Song Ci.

Song Ci sat down at the dining table and found that tonight's food included a vegetable soup made of pig blood. When Song Ci thought about what happened this morning, she stood up suddenly and quickly ran towards the public toilet on the first floor.

Hearing the sound of Song Ci vomiting, Song Fei was startled. She slowly turned her head and asked Han Zhan, "Are you planning to have a second child?"

Han Zhan glared at Song Fei with a cold look, "If she is pregnant now, then the child's father is from the Mo tribe." Song Ci and Han Zhan had been separated for two months before. It was impossible for Song Ci to be pregnant. If she was pregnant, that would be Cheated.

It was impossible for Song Ci to have a child with another man, so Song Fei frowned even deeper. "Then what's going on?"

Han Zhan had noticed carefully just now that Song Ci only showed that painful expression after seeing the bowl of pig blood soup. Han Zhan stood up and walked quickly to the toilet.

After recuperating in the valley for a few days, the injury on Han Zhan's leg was almost healed, and he was walking much faster.

As soon as he approached the toilet, he saw Song Ci taking a handful of water with both hands. She drank the water, rinsed her mouth, and then spit it out.

After doing it several times, Song Ci raised her head and stared at herself in the mirror.

Because she had vomited, the ends of her eyes were red, and her slender and charming eyes added a hazy and pitiful feeling of weakness. Seeing Han Zhan standing silently behind her, Song Ci curled her lips at herself in the mirror.

She was obviously smiling, but she was so pitiful that it made people want to hug her.

Han Zhan didn't ask what happened to her today. He just turned Song Ci around and pressed her into his arms. "It will feel better if you lean into my arms."

Song Ci smelled the faint woody scent of Han Zhan's body, and her guilty and uneasy heart gradually relaxed.

"Han Zhan."

Song Ci grabbed the hem of Han Zhan's clothes so hard that her knuckles turned white.

"Han Zhan, I went to the back mountain today and took grandma's blood myself." Song Ci's tears wet Han Zhan's chest.

So that's it.

Han Zhan dragged the back of Song Ci's head with his big palm and said, "Don't feel guilty, don't be sad, you have to be stronger. Song Ci, if you keep patiently, we will be able to rescue grandma soon."

"What you are doing now is not your intention, so you don't need to feel guilty."

Han Zhan's words were reasonable, but why didn't Song Ci feel guilty?

She went to the hospital to draw several tubes of blood for testing, and Han Zhan felt very distressed. But today, she took away a bottle of grandma's blood!

Song Fei also walked over quietly. When she heard her sister's helpless cry, thinking of what happened to Grandma Houshan, her originally hesitant heart became even colder.

After Song Ci went back to the house to rest, Song Fei stopped Han Zhan and said, "If Mo Suixin doesn't follow the plot we imagined, then Han Zhan, I will do it myself."

Han Zhan knew that Song Fei was getting impatient.

"Don't worry, he'll do it," he said.

Song Fei: "It's best."

-

Mo Fengying and Mo Yang arrived in Dali that afternoon.

They booked a bed and breakfast on Jinsuo Island online in advance, and the mother and daughter stayed in the same room.

A housekeeper personally came to pick up their mother and daughter to Jinsuo Island. When they arrived at the accommodation, Moyang tidied her things a little, then changed her clothes, put on her slippers, walked to the balcony and sat down on the lounge chair.

She stared quietly at the picturesque Erhai Lake outside the glass, her mind wandering for a while.

That child is now on Jinsuo Island. If she goes out for a walk now, she might be able to see him.

Mo Fengying was very excited when she traveled far away for the first time. She put on a beautiful dress and stood in front of the mirror to braid her hair.

Mo Fengying's face is small and delicate, which is very suitable for the double braid look. She tied her hair into braids, walked to Mo Yang and squatted down next to her with a fresh camellia.

"Mom, put flowers in my hair."

"good."

Mo Yang took the flower and stared at Mo Fengying's cheeks and hairstyle for a moment, then pinned the camellia to the left side of her head.

Mo Fengying ran to the mirror and turned around. She thought it looked good, so she smiled happily. She took out her phone, took a photo, and sent it to Mo Suixin for viewing.

After receiving the picture, Mo Suixin immediately made a video call. The mother and daughter chatted with Mo Suixin for a long time. It wasn't until dinner time that they hung up the video.

Mo Fengying dressed up so beautifully because she wanted to go out to have dinner, take some photos, and then visit Erhai Lake at night.

"Mom, go eat."

"good."

Mo Yang picked a pearl clutch bag and followed Mo Fengying to the restaurant for dinner. Mo Fengying was really happy and kept chattering at the dinner table. Perhaps she was in a good mood. She didn't cough much after arriving at Jinsuo Island.

Moyang was absent-minded and rarely echoed her words.

When Mo Fengying found out, she stopped talking and looked at her mother suspiciously, "Mom, aren't you happy?"

From the moment she got on the plane, Mo Fengying noticed that her mother had become less talkative, which was unusual.

Mo Yang, like Mo Fengying, almost never travels out of the valley alone. Every time she goes out to the valley, her father will accompany her. Finally able to travel alone, Moyang shouldn't have this attitude.

Mo Yang put down the knife and fork in his hand, picked up the goblet, and took a sip of champagne.

She cast her eyes on the rocks on the coast ahead.

There, a group of tourists were playing in the water and taking photos by the reef.

And a handsome young man was sitting on the ground, with a drawing board in front of him and oil painting materials beside him. The young man was surrounded by several little girls. What attracts the little girl is not the painting made by the young man, but the handsome face of the young man.

Looking at the young man's face, Moyang felt as if he had traveled back in time to more than twenty years ago.

At that time, Qi Tingxue was also at such a beautiful age, wearing a light gray plaid shirt. When she appeared in front of Moyang for the first time, Moyang heard her heartbeat speed up.

"Mom!" Mo Fengying called her in surprise.

Mo Fengying came back to her senses and asked Mo Fengying: "What's wrong?

Mo Fengying pointed at the young man on the other side of the reef and said in surprise: "Mom, you were secretly peeking at the handsome guy outside behind Dad's back, and you couldn't take your eyes off him!"

"Mom, wake up, I'm about the same age as me, and I'm really different from you."

Moyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It's not what you think."

"What's that like? The way you looked at him just now was so focused. I've never seen you look at my dad like that." Mo Fengying revealed the truth.

Moyang hesitated. Do you want to tell Mo Fengying that she has a brother?

"Mom, do you have something to say?" Mo Fengying saw that Mo Yang was hesitant and said, "If you want to say something, just tell me. There is no one else here."

Moyang thought about it, it was the same.

It was impossible to hide this matter. Instead of waiting for Mo Fengying to find out on her own and then argue with her to get angry, it was better to take the initiative to confess. After Mo Yang figured it out, he put down the cup in his hand and looked at his daughter seriously.

Mo Fengying sat up subconsciously, "What do you want to say?"

"Fengying, actually you have a brother."

Mo Fengying:!

It was okay if Mo Yang didn't say anything, but when he did, he revealed such a big piece of information that even Mo Fengying was confused. She asked confusedly: "I have a brother? Why didn't I hear you tell dad about him?"

She didn't remember that she had a brother. If she really had a brother, then the position of young master of the Mo family would not be her turn.

Moyang bit her lip and said hesitantly: "He is your half-brother."

The knife and fork in Mo Fengying's hand fell on the table. At this moment, her mind was in a mess.

After a while, Mo Fengying regained her sense. Although there were no outsiders here, Mo Fengying lowered her voice and asked Mo Yang: "Does my father know about this?"

Seeing Mo Yang nod, Mo Fengying breathed a sigh of relief. "When did it happen? Aren't you and my father's first love? How could you...have a child with someone else?"

"It happened when I was in college." Mo Yang spent some time telling Mo Fengying what happened between her, Qi Tingxue and Mo Suixin.

Mo Fengying heard a story full of love and hatred from Mo Yang's dictation. And this story directly subverted all Mo Fengying's perceptions.

She thought that her parents, who had a deep relationship with each other, were just a fate that was obtained by force from her father. She thought she was the fruit of her parents' love, but little did she know that she was just a little burden created by her father to keep her mother.

The food in front of her was exquisitely presented and delicious, but Mo Fengying had no appetite at all.

"Then Qi Tingxue is dead?"

".Um."

Moyang's face was full of sadness. She took a sip of wine before saying: "I was only six months pregnant with your brother. Qi Tingxue lost money because of an art exhibition and gradually became mentally unstable. When I was about to give birth, he suddenly He went crazy and jumped off the balcony."

"At that time, I always thought that his death was due to mental disorder caused by stress. I still insisted on giving birth to the child, and during confinement, Mo Suixin found me."

"At that time, I didn't have any money. After I gave birth to your brother, I didn't know how to raise him in the future. Mo told me casually that as long as I was willing to return to my clan and marry him, he would find a good husband for my child. Family, the child will also be very promising in the future."

"Considering that I really couldn't cultivate that child into a talented person by myself, I agreed. I was only a few days away from confinement, and your brother was taken away by Mo Suixin and sent to a wealthy family."

"I became pregnant with you one year after we got married. It was only on the day I held your first birthday party that I accidentally learned the truth about Qi Tingxue's death. It turned out that he was not mentally disturbed because of excessive pressure, but because of Mo. I gave him a chronic poison that destroyed his nervous system and turned him into a madman!"

Moyang's eyes filled with tears when she talked about this secret past. "Fengying, your father does love me, but he is also the person who hurt me the most in the world."

He killed her lover and took away her child!

It was the first time Mo Fengying heard her mother talk about these past events, and she couldn't believe they were true. Her father has always been kind and kind, how could he kill someone?

Mo Fengying's heart was so confused that she couldn't taste the food.

After walking out of the restaurant, Mo Yang suggested going for a walk by Erhai Lake. Mo Fengying had no objection. Her mind was full of things at this time and she was not in the mood for anything.

The mother and daughter walked and came to the reef area. The sky was getting darker and darker, and many tourists were preparing to go back to the hotel, but the young painter was still sitting on the rocks, staring at the distant coastline, in a daze.

Mo Fengying noticed that this little brother was the one her mother had frequently looked at in the restaurant before, so she knelt down next to the young man and asked him, "What are you looking at?"

Qi Jun's thoughts were interrupted. He glanced over in surprise and saw a pretty girl sitting next to him. He replied coldly: "I'm thinking about how to compose a painting."

Mo Fengying stared at the finished picture on the drawing board and said, "Your painting is very beautiful. Do you want to sell it?"

Qi Jun stared at the painting in front of him and remained silent.

He was in Erhai Lake, but what he painted was not the sea in front of him, but the forest at night. The painting looked gloomy and made people uncomfortable.

But some people appreciate this kind of painting.

Qi Jun finally shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, this painting is a failure." After saying that, he tore up the painting.

Qi Jun turned around to leave, only to realize that there was a woman standing behind him.

The beautiful woman was wearing a light purple silk dress, her hair was draped, and a white shawl was draped on her shoulders. She was wearing white high-heeled shoes and standing on the rocks, giving her a sense of independence.

It's obviously not the kind of stunning appearance, but it makes people fall in love with her just by looking at her.

Qi Jun smiled lightly at Mo Yang, then walked away.

After Qi Jun left, Mo Yang sat down with her legs together where Qi Jun had been sitting before. "He is your brother."

Mo Fengying was stunned.

After understanding what Mo Yang was talking about, Mo Fengying turned around suddenly, but only saw a retreating figure. Mo Fengying asked Mo Yang: "Why don't you talk to him for a while? Even if you don't want to disturb his current life, it's okay to chat for a while."

Moyang's hands were entangled, she licked her lips and whispered, "I don't dare."

Mo Fengying raised her eyebrows.

She is not a mother and cannot understand Moyang's mood.

Moyang said: "He lives in a happy and wealthy family. The people who grew up with him are his parents. And I am just a stranger. If my appearance makes him suspicious, I will break the How bad it would be if his peaceful and happy life were destroyed."

"I just want to take a look at him and see if he is tall, handsome or not, and whether his personality is strong or dull. Then I will feel at ease."

Mo Fengying felt very uncomfortable when she heard what Mo Yang said. She held Mo Yang's hand and said with a smile: "Then let's stay on this island for a few more days and see him more."

Her daughter's thoughtfulness warmed Moyang's heart.

In the next few days, Mo Fengying took her bodyguard Mo Suifeng to visit various scenic spots in Dali, while Mo Yang stayed on Jinsuo Island, looking for a place that was not easy to be discovered, and secretly observed Qi hansome.

This afternoon, Qi Jun walked into a coffee shop. He ordered a cup of coffee, then walked to a bookshelf and picked out a novel "Red Finger" by Keigo Higashino.

Qi Jun found a sofa chair and sat down. He opened the book and read the novel intently.

Mo Yang was hiding on the other side of the hollow partition, quietly watching Qi Jun reading.

Qi Jun's coffee came. He took a sip of the coffee and thought it tasted good, so he put down the coffee cup.

Qi Jun just drank coffee and read a book.

Two hours later, Qi Jun finished reading "Red Finger". He drank the last of his cooled coffee and stood up.

Mo Yang thought Qi Jun was leaving, but Qi Jun bypassed the partition wall and walked straight to Mo Yang's coffee table.

Under Mo Yang's surprised gaze, Qi Jun sat opposite her generously.

Qi Jun was calm and calm again, and Mo Yang's heart was in turmoil.

"You" Moyang said, but didn't know what to say.

Qi Jun smiled at her. He suddenly spoke and said something meaningless, "When I was very young, my mother told me that I was their adopted child. Despite this, they still love me and love me very much. . They have never been harsh on me in terms of food and clothing, but they have very high demands on me on the road of painting."

"When I first learned to paint as a child, I lost my temper, threw paint, and smashed my easel. But with the supervision of my parents, I persevered and became a well-known young painter."

"As you expected, I have become a young and promising young man."

Qi Jun was smiling with tears in his eyes. He said to Moyang: "I am doing well, you can rest assured."

When Mo Yang heard the last words, he suddenly covered his lips with his hands, lowered his head and began to sob.

Qi Jun was very patient and gentle. He took out a soft tissue and handed it to Mo Yang.

Moyang took the tissue and wiped her tears. She cried for a while before she calmed down a little.

Moyang straightened up her gaffe and then smiled apologetically at Qi Jun. "Sorry, I lost my temper."

Qi Jun said: "No."

Moyang smiled and kept looking upward, fearing that tears would fall again. She endured it for a while, and after the sourness in her chest was dissipated, she asked Qi Jun: "Do you know I exist?"

Qi Jun nodded, "I know. Over the years, your mother, my grandmother, has been communicating with my family."

So Qi Jun knew from a young age that his biological mother lived far away in Shu, found a new husband, and gave birth to a daughter.

He has never met his mother, but he has a photo of her.

So when he saw Mo Yang for the first time a few days ago, Qi Jun recognized Mo Yang. These days, Qi Jun also found that Mo Yang was secretly paying attention to him.

Qi Jun could understand what Moyang did back then. After all, in that era, it was not easy for a woman who gave birth to a child out of wedlock to raise a child by herself.

Although Qi Jun understands Moyang, he doesn't have deep feelings for Moyang. For Qi Jun, his mother is the gentle yet stern woman in the family.

Mo Yang felt like crying again when he learned that his mother had been caring about Qi Jun all these years and had even talked about herself to Qi Jun. Over the years, she has been blaming her mother for being cruel, but little did she know that her mother had always been silently caring about her children.

Qi Jun stood up and bowed to Moyang. "Ms. Mo." Qi Jun told her: "I can understand your choice back then, and I don't blame you, but please forgive me for not being able to call you mother. In order to make my parents feel at ease, I will not Goodbye."

"Please forgive me!"

This is what Qi Jun is thinking.

These words were undoubtedly heartbreaking to Moyang. But the child doesn't blame himself, and Moyang is content.

She didn't plan to recognize Qi Jun either, so it was just fine as it was.

Moyang wiped away the tears that came out of her eyes again. She nodded and said, "Thank you for never complaining to me."

Qi Jun still just looked at her gently.

Moyang said again: "My child, I wish you happiness and peace all your life." Moyang turned his head and looked away, choking and said: "I will pray for you."

Qi Jun said hello, picked up his bag and left.

After staying on Jinsuo Island for so many days and meeting the people he should meet, it's time for him to leave.

The day after Qi Jun left, Mo Yang and Mo Fengying also got on the flight home. It was on this day that Mo Suixin received many pictures, and in every picture, Mo Yang and Qi Jun were included.

Mo Suixin looked at Qi Jun's appearance in the photo gloomily. He suddenly picked up his cell phone and made a call. The phone was connected, and a weak but cruel male voice sounded: "Master Mo?"

"Mr. Zhong, I can cure your illness."

Hearing this, Mr. Zhong on the other end of the phone was ecstatic, but then he thought about the fact that Patriarch Mo had refused to treat him before, and suddenly changed his attitude. Most likely, he needed to ask him for something.

Mr. Zhong asked hesitantly: "Master Mo, may I help you?"

"Mr. Zhong is a smart man." Mo Yang's active flattery in those days flashed through Mo Suixin's mind, and the young man's appearance flashed through his mind, and his face became increasingly gloomy.

"I want a person to disappear from this world."

Mr. Zhong was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone. In the end, his desire to survive defeated his moral heart. "who?"

"Qi Jun."

-

When Mo Yang and Mo Fengying came back, they brought large and small packages of gifts.

After getting off the helicopter, Mo Suixin saw Mo Suixin waiting for them at the airport. Mo Yang smiled, walked over and hugged Mo Suixin.

"Whatever, we're back."

Mo Suixin smiled, touched Mo Yang's hair, and asked her, "Did you have fun?"

Moyang nodded and said, "It's not bad. The environment there is very beautiful. If I have a chance, I'd like to go there again with you."

Mo Suixin promised: "There will be that opportunity."

Mo Fengying stood behind Mo Yang, quietly listening to her parents confiding to each other.

If it were in the past, Mo Fengying would only feel that her parents had deep feelings after hearing such words. But after knowing about the grudges between her parents when they were young, and hearing these words again, she had the feeling that Mo Yang was deceiving Mo Suixin.

Mo Fengying felt sorry for her paranoid father.

She understands that a person who is forced to stay is not sweet, and a person who is forced to stay has no heart. Why doesn't her father understand?