Someone asked, "How can you remember so clearly? How long has it been."

How could he not remember it clearly? In Jiang Xi’s memory in the upper world of cultivation, it was a dull half a year, and in Xue Zhengyong’s memory in the lower world of cultivation, it was a year of emotion.

But in Mo Ran's memory, he gradually became desperate, and lived like the thirty-five days of the year. Every day is worse than death, and every day is still in purgatory.

Back then, when the price adjustment was released, people were in panic. Duan Yihan and his children could not get food, so they could only rely on picking up rotten vegetable leaves and making them hungry. Later, more and more people were unable to eat, and they could not even pick up the leaves. In the midst of their sleep, Mo Ran couldn't help but say to Duan Yihan: "My mother, let's go to Rufengmen to find him, should we ask for some food?"

Duan Yihan murmured, "No one can ask him."

Begging along the street for art, nodding, and laughing and shouting are all forced to make a living, but if you go to Nangong Yan, the meaning will be different.

Although Duan Yihan is poor, he does not want to break the last bottom line.

She refused, and Mo Ran stopped mentioning it.

The child was not eye-catching and was surprisingly agile. On the ninth day of the price adjustment order, he finally stole a white radish from the ground.

Duan Yihan carefully hid the white radish, cooking only a little bit as big as a fist every day, and the two of them ate it separately. By the time of the eighth meal, the radish was already rotten, but because I couldn't see anything that could fill my stomach for a long time, Duan Yihan cut the remaining rotten radish against each other, and barely dealt with it for a few more days.

On the 21st day of the price adjustment order, they ate all the last bit of radish and could no longer find any food to fill their stomachs.

Day 25.

It was raining heavily, and earthworms emerged from the ground. Mo Ran cages them together, takes some rain, and cooks them and eats them.

The feeling of slippery eating in the mouth is disgusting. Mo Ran muttered to these thin little animals, I'm sorry, there's really nothing to fill my stomach. If I survived this time, the earthworm would be his benefactor. Seeing that God was pitiful, he didn't want to eat his benefactor anymore. When will this nightmare pass...

Day 28.

Mo Ran was burning.

Even if children are gifted and have extremely high spiritual energy, they cannot withstand such hunger and trouble.

Duan Yihan had no strength and his eyes were empty.

On that day, while Mo Ran was asleep, she finally made up her mind to get up and leave the woodshed where she lived, and slowly walked towards the towering immortal city of Rufengmen - she had her own bottom line and would rather die than beg for food from Nangong Yan.

But the child is innocent and he is still so young, how could he leave the world with her?

The people in the hall were already showing compassion at this time. Not to mention Mo Weiyu's right to be guilty or not, but the old things back then were too miserable.

Someone slowed down his tone and asked with a sigh, "Have you received it?"

"No." Mo Ran said, "I'm not lucky. When I went there, Nangong Yan was arguing with his wife."

He paused and continued, "When the city lord's wife saw my mother, she was furious. She was so arrogant that she not only did not give me a little bit of food, but also drove her out of the Rufeng Sect."

"What about Nangong Yan?"

"I don't know." Mo Ran said, "My mother didn't mention him."

Maybe it was stopped, or maybe it was just standing next to you and looking helpless.

Mo Ran didn't know what happened that day, but he only knew that when Ah Mom came back, she was covered in scars. She curled up in the woodshed and hugged him without saying anything. Later, she began to cough up blood, vomited blood foam and gastric juice, and the room was filled with a fishy, ​​sour and rotten smell.

Day 34.

Duan Yihan was almost out of reach, and he could hardly speak or cry.

That night, she woke up from her drowsiness and recovered some strength. Seeing Mo Ran huddled beside her, she tried to keep her thin body warm. She said to him very gently and gently: "Xiao Ran'er, there must be a way to go back to Xiangtan."

"My mother..."

"Go back to Xiangtan and find Sister Xun to repay your kindness." Duan Yihan stroked Mo Ran's hair, "You want to go to Xiangtan to repay your kindness, don't stay in Linyi to seek revenge... Listen to Ah Niang, you are so kind... When Ah Niang came to Linyi, she owed you Sister Xun a lot of money, but you can't pay it back... You go back, stay by her side, do something for her, and make her happy. In the future, if others give you kindness, you must remember it carefully."

Mo Ran looked up at the woodshed with tears in her eyes, and she described her thin face.

Duan Yihan's eyes were shiny black and even had some grape-like purple.

"Then go and repay."

That was the problem that Duan Yihan had made for Mo Ran before he died.

She was afraid that the child would go astray after she left, so she repeatedly told him to leave this sad place.

If a person has a goal, he will not think randomly and will not be easily trapped in the prison of hatred.

She gave him a chance - repay his kindness.

Don't take revenge.

Day 35.

This ridiculous price adjustment order was finally abolished in the riot, and lasted for only one month and five days.

For the wealthy, it was like a farce finally ending. Linyi was covered in smoke, and they woke up with a stretch in the soft quilt and warm tent. They took the eight treasures of the maid and rinsed their mouths and picked their teeth. When they heard the news that the price adjustment order was invalid, they only complained and yawned.

Everything has nothing to do with.

But for Mo Ran, it was a very exciting thing.

I didn't have to worry about food, so there were more kind-hearted people on the street. Mo Ran asked for a cake and even a bowl of poorly spiced meat porridge.

He couldn't bear to drink a gulp, so he held it carefully in his hand. He wanted to rush back quickly and give it to his seriously ill mother.

My mother will definitely recover after drinking such a good thing from meat porridge, right?

He couldn't wait to use this bowl of porridge to save his mother's life, but he didn't dare to rush home. The bowl of porridge was cracked, and there was a big hole next to it. If it ran fast, it would be a pity to spill it out.

He returned to the woodshed with excitement and suffering.

"My mother--!"

He held the broken bowl in both hands, rubbed open the broken wood door with his dirty head like a little puppy, with a smile on his face full of longing for the future.

How great it is. After drinking meat porridge, my grandmother will get better soon. Finally, spring is blooming. They want to go on the road together and go back to Linyi. There is a sister named Xun. They finally don’t have to be displaced and beg for a living.

How great it was, they went home together.

A "creak" sound.

The door is open.

"She is lying inside." Mo Ran said quietly and indifferently in the Danxin Palace.

Others were either surprised by his coldness or their teeth were colder than his cold blood.

This person, when talking about his mother's death, was calm, without any warmth, no waves, or even tears.

But no one has ever thought about how many years of longing to dream of breaking the heart of the heart before smoothing the scars and getting such a face without waves in ancient wells.

"I call her, she won't wake up." Mo Ran said, "She will never open her eyes again, nor can she drink that sip of porridge again."

It was silent for a long time.

Mrs. Wang said in a trembling voice: "Then...and then, you...you were all alone and returned to Linyi?"

Mo Ran shook his head: "I went to Rufengmen."

Someone said, "Ah!" and said, "You, are you going to seek revenge?"

"My mother said, repay your kindness and don't seek revenge." Mo Ran said lightly, "I didn't want to seek revenge. I just wanted to bury my mother. But I didn't have money and I didn't have time to raise it, so I went to his house and asked him to give him some money."

"Has he given it?"

Mo Ran almost smiled and said, "No."

"No, no? But as you said before, Nangong Yan still has some of your mother in his heart, why can he even pay for the funeral?

Mo Ran said: "Because his first wife also found a short-lived look and died not long ago."

"What?!"

Jiang Xi narrowed her eyes: "...Nangong Yan's wife did leave very early, and she committed suicide..."

"When the woman was pregnant, her husband was entangled with others outside. After giving birth, she always quarreled and lived a very unsatisfactory life. My mother went to the mansion to find them that day. After she was caught, she became more and more angry. It is said that she stabbed Nangong Yan with a knife, which made Nangong Yan anxious and said she wanted to divorce her wife."

Mo Ran paused slightly, and then said, "She couldn't stand it. She hanged herself late that night. She left a few days earlier than my mother."

After hearing this, everyone no longer knew what to say. A dew-filled love affair between the wandering young master in the end made the beauty die, and his family was destroyed. The world's cause and effect cycle is probably like this.

"When I appeared, Nangong Yan was scolded by the head, and his wife's family also came. He was a famous merchant giant in Linyi." Mo Ran said, "Nangong Yan had been scolded for a long time and was very annoyed. When he suddenly saw me, he had no good temper."

Mrs. Wang was the most soft-hearted. Although she knew that Mo Ran was not a blood relative, she was also regretful and she cried and said, "Ran'er..."

Mo Ranshi didn't want to mention this past story.

Nangong Yan's face at that time, the faces of those who were present to pay tribute.

There is also Mrs. Nangong's mourning hall - golden paper and honeysuckle, paper-made children, spiritual tools piled up into mountains, brocade soul-summoning banners, black and shiny golden nanmu coffin, and too many things.

Hundreds of people knelt on both sides to keep a guard and mourn for the woman who was seeking a short-sighted view.

The eternal lamp is filled with sperm whale oil, the 99-croll-shaped scented scented silences, the wind blows and smoke dissipates, and the fragrance is rustling.

Too lively scene.

And what about his mother?

Duan Yihan, the Lexian of Xiangtan, only had one torn robbed clothes that he might not be able to wear after taking off, and a skinny young son.

She didn't even have a mattress to wrap her body.

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