Hearing this, Master Xuanjing of Wubei Temple sighed: "Amitabha, Mr. Mo is indeed not the nephew of Master Xue, it's a bad fate."

Someone else reacted: "Ah... it's him?"

The monks around him were puzzled and said, "What is him?"

"It's the child mentioned earlier who came up with the idea to put Mo Ran in a dog cage." The man said, "I'm about the same age as Mo Ran, and I'm the son of Mo Madam." He thought this way, and suddenly he was enlightened and slapped his head and suddenly said, "I understand. It turns out that you killed their mother and son and occupied the nest, not because of greed, but because of hatred!"

When some people heard this analysis, they felt it was reasonable and turned to Mo Ran with contempt and pity.

"In this way, it makes sense."

"Oh, there must be something pitiful to hateful people."

Amid the silence of discussion and sighing, Mu Yanli cleared his throat and immediately became quiet around him.

She said, "Mr. Mo, I heard that you have not had enough food in Zuiyulou for many years and are abused. My mother always beats or scolds you, right?"

Mo Ran said: "…yes."

"That mother's son is the child who came up with the idea to put you in a dog cage back then. Is it wrong?"

"That's right."

Seeing that the speculation just now was implemented, everyone sighed more and nodded, "Oh, look, it was indeed a murderous intent that arose because of hatred. He must have hated the mother and son."

What they said was right, how could they not hate him? Mo Nian was the same age as him, but he was much stronger than him. Because he was the son of a mother, no one in the building dared to provoke him. This child has been vicious and naughty since he was a child. He likes to vent Mo Ran and stumbling on Mo Ran when he has nothing to do. He often frames Mo Ran for all the stealing things.

But Mo Ran was very honest. Even if he suffered grievances, he didn't dare to take revenge on Mr. A Nian.

At that time, he only had one pancake every day. If he dared to say more, he would probably be deducted the last ration, so whether he was beaten or scolded or wronged, he would not say anything. If he really couldn't stand it, he would only curl up in the bedding room where he was sleeping in the dead of night and cry quietly for a while.

The sound was not dared to sound. If someone woke up, the beating would be another beating.

Mu Yanli asked: "Do you hate them very much?"

Mo Ran raised his eyes, and almost sneered in his eyes: "... Otherwise."

Mu Yanli said, "But your surname is still following her. You hate her so much that you didn't think about changing it later?"

Mo Ran said: "The surname Mo is the righteous surname of Zuiyulou. Many servants who sell themselves here use this as their surname. We call Madam Mo "godmother" or "Grandma". Everyone is like this, and I am used to it, and there is nothing to change."

"She treats every one of you so badly?"

"...No." Mo Ran said, "but she never liked me very much. Later, when I let Xun Fengruo go, she became more and more disgusted with me."

"How bad is Madam Mo treating you?"

In fact, this is a very good question. Mo Ran has been in the building for so many years, and only on New Year's Eve can I eat a piece of crescent meat, that is, half of the fat meat that the guests have gnawed. In addition, there is only one cake every day, and I have to do the heaviest work. If I am not careful, I will ask for a whip.

But he really didn't want to say anything more, so he simply said: "I don't want to talk about this."

"Okay. It's harmless, let's change it." Mu Yanli asked again, "Because she treats you very poorly, she asked you where Mo Nian was, are you lying? Have you already started to have your own conspiracy in your heart?"

Mo Ran said: "No."

How dare he lie at that time? His life, his clothes and warm clothes were pinched in the palm of his mother's hand. So when he heard the mother's question, Xiao Moran was like a dog used to being beaten and scolded. He shrank first, and then whispered: "Young Master Nian went to the private school..."

Madam Mo knew her son the most, and thought to herself how could it be? That boy usually doesn’t like reading the most, and he probably went crazy somewhere again. But when Baoda found out that the husband was still sitting next to her, she coughed lightly and nodded: “Oh, my child is just serious and sensible. Look, sir, you’re going out to attend classes again.”

Bao Tak asked the gentleman and said with a smile: "Ah, it's a good thing to be diligent and studious. In this way, I will first prepare a book to the Lord of the Top of Life and Death. Then their uncles and nephews will recognize each other, and there is no rush to do so."

Madam Mo stood up and bowed excitedly: "Thank you, Mr. I will never forget the kindness of my husband."

After the Baobao asked the husband to leave, Madam Mo sat in the same place for a long time, with infinite thoughts and feelings, crying and laughing.

After being stunned for a long time, I realized that Mo Ran was standing in the corner of her eyes, staring at her in a fearful manner.

She probably saw an experience that was too similar to her in Duan Yihan, and perhaps because Mo Ran had been bold before, she actually let her money tree go. But for whatever reason, just like Mo Ran recalled, she didn't like this bastard, and she became less and less disliked.

She glared at him and said, "What are you looking at?"

Xiao Mo Ran hurriedly drooped her slender eyelashes: "I'm sorry."

"You said sorry, do you think I'm ridiculous in your heart that I'm crying and laughing like this?"

“…”

Seeing that he didn't say anything and just lowered his head obediently, Madam Mo glanced back and forth around him, saying: "Forget it, if you don't care about you, what can you understand? A dog who is tragic and ungrateful."

Mo Ran had long been used to calling him a doggy matter, and he lowered his head and didn't speak.

Madam Mo said, "Don't stick here. I'm in a good mood today, so I won't hit you. Go and get Master Nian back - don't lie to me, I know he is not in a private school - bring him back. I have important things to tell him, go quickly."

Hearing that he asked him to find the young master, Mo Ran subconsciously shook. But in the end he nodded obediently and whispered: "Yes, godmother."

"Don't call me godmother in the future." Madam Mo frowned, "I'll be there soon... for this Zuiyulou. I won't tell you much, so you can go first."

That evening, Mo Ran, following the mother's instructions, went nervously to look for Mr. Nian's figure near Zuiyulou.

He didn't know whether he wanted to find this person faster or find this person slowly. Because he found it, he would undoubtedly be scolded by Master Nian, who would be guilty of destroying his elegant ambition. However, if he didn't find it, Madam Mo would also blame him in every way and think that he was useless when he returned.

The small figure walked helplessly under the setting sun.

At that time, Mo Ran didn't know that his destiny was about to be exchanged with Mr. Nian.

He was looking for him honestly.

I went to all the places where Mr. Nian often went to - river beaches, casinos, brothels, cockfighting yards... and then I was ridiculed and driven out.

Finally, after several inquiries, he learned that Young Master Nian went to the mill on the outskirts of the city with a group of friends in the afternoon, and was said to be carrying a huge sack.

Without thinking too much, Mo Ran hurried to the mill.

The mill was abandoned and surrounded by cemeteries. There was no people on weekdays. Mo Ran trotted all the way. Before he could approach, he heard a commotion from the mill. A group of disheveled young men rushed out from the inside. The leader was Mr. Nian, who was wearing a belt.

Mo Ran hurriedly said, "Young master, my godmother calls you back and says yes-"

He didn't finish his words.

Because he found that the boys' faces were filled with a sense of fear of a disaster, several of them were even scared and shivered and shivered.

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment. The bullying over the years had made him feel alert. When he saw Young Master Nian's eyes red, he stared at him closely, and immediately shuddered and turned around and ran away.

Young Master Nian reacted very quickly and shouted: "Catch him!"

Mo Ran was not the opponent of these children. He was pressed to the ground and sent to Master Nian in a few seconds.

Someone whispered, "What should I do, A Nian, this is a disaster."

"It's too late to escape, I'm seen by this kid."

"Or else even him..."

Mo Ran didn't know what they were talking about, but these tender faces were ferocious and fierce. That was his initial impression of the word "ghost".

Young Master Nian narrowed his eyes. He was the calmest and gloomy among these people.

He thought for a while and said, "Don't kill him."

Mo Ran looked up in horror.

kill?

These people used to beat him and scold him and bully him, but he never thought that the word "kill" could be spoken out from a group of 14 or 15 years old.

He was a little confused for a moment and could not even react.

Master Nian said, "Closed him to the mill."

"..." A group of people around him looked at each other, and then a young man with sharp mouth and monkey cheeks first reacted. His eyes were shiny, his nostrils were still flowing, his face was flushed, and he said sharply: "Okay, okay! Good idea!"

Someone came to understand one after another: "Ah! So that's what it means! Or is A Nian awesome!"

These people were originally staring at Mo Ran, as if they were staring at a mortal enemy with a deep blood hatred, but now their eyes fell down, but they were like wolves that were about to starve to death staring at a fat lamb.

Mo Ran was pushed into the mill without saying anything.

He first hammered the door and struggled, but the door was quickly blocked. There were no windows in the mill, and only the ragged sunlight penetrated through the cracks of the broken wooden boards.

Mo Ran shouted: "Let me out! You can let me out!"

Someone outside shouted, "Go and report to the official! Go and report to the official!"

"Quick, hurry! Let's watch here, walk a few quick steps, go and report to the official!"

Mo Ran shouted for a while, hammered the door for a while, and found that he could not open the hammer, so he gave up. He turned around blankly and saw another person lying in the room through the dim rays of twilight.

That was a girl.

I was a little kind-hearted, but later I remembered that it was the daughter of a family selling tofu on the East Street. Young Master Nian had been bothering others these days.

The girl's clothes have been torn to pieces, her green and naked body lying alone on the ground, her hands and feet are spread out, her body is purple and mottled, and her private parts are even more messy...

She was humiliated by these beasts until she died. When she died, her eyes were still wide open, her cheeks were still tears, and her eyes were empty and unconscious. She stared at Mo Ran in the direction and stared at the door.

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment, then screamed suddenly, his back slammed into the door panel, and his pupils closed - he finally understood what the people outside had done and what they were going to do.

It turned out that Young Master Nian had bad intentions to show kindness to the girl many times, so he had bad thoughts. He knew that the girl was a soft persimmon and had no background at home, so he was easy to squeeze. So he and a few friends earned her into the mill and defiled her in turn. The girl was weak and the bastard was very rough. As a result, halfway through, the girl died.

Mo Ran murmured, "No...No!!" He turned around and began to slap the door panel frantically, "Open the door! Open the door! Not me! Open the door!"

As if he heard his plea, the door of the mill suddenly opened.

Mo Ran wanted to rush out, but his hands were rudely held down by the group of teenagers.
To be continued...