Chapter 727

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She didn't even have a straw mat to wrap her body on.

"If you hit three feet, it's hard to find one."

——That's what Nangong Yan said to Mo Ran when he was extremely angry and desperate.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the boss and his parents-in-law, this man pushed the illegitimate child out of the house and refused to recognize him.

When Mrs. Nangong dies, she should be equipped with a colorful coffin painted with gold and red, agate fragrant beads, a snow-cold shroud to protect her body from decay, silk covering her face, and silk satin covering her eyes.

Duan Yihan died, a corpse, one person crying, yin and yang separated, nothing else. According to Nangong Yan, she shouldn't even ask for a thin wooden coffin.

So, who dares to say that people are equal in the face of death?

Fate was unfair from the beginning.

to the end.

She is still as muscular as jade.

She has rotted into clay.

"I dragged her to a mass grave and buried her." The ink burned with a few numbers, an understatement.

He did not go into detail about how he begged a passerby to give them a ride, nor how he spent fourteen days dragging the rotting and stinking body to the outskirts of the city.

He didn't say how he pushed aside the rocks and soil with his hands to bury his mother's thin body.

Mo Ran is not used to complaining in front of others.

He has always been a person who buried the past very deeply, and would not speak lightly until he had to.

In the first ten years of his life, he had already suffered a lot of humiliation, malice, glares, and slander. His heart is as hard as iron, and it doesn't matter to him what others think of him. He simply didn't care for anyone to sympathize with him.

"Then I went to Xiangtan."

He could no longer stand Linyi. One day, he sneaked out of the city secretly, hiding in a basket behind a cart of Taoist priests leaving the city.

He began to walk to Hunan as his mother had told him, and he walked for half a year, from midsummer to early winter. When the shoes are worn out, I walk barefoot, and eventually thick calluses develop on the soles of my feet.

He walked and asked like this, and when he reached the outside of Wubei Temple, he finally fell down in the haystack with a plop due to the combination of cold and hunger.

"Auntie..." The little child was lying on the ground, with a pair of distracted eyes under his messy black hair. He looked at the vast world.

It's snowing, the first snow this winter.

"I'm coming to see you...I'm sorry...I can't hold it anymore..."

The snowflakes fell lightly, as softly as a sigh, covering his eyebrows.

In a daze, there were footsteps approaching, rustling, and then a pair of hands opened the grass, and he heard a childish voice: "Master, come quickly! Take a look at him, what's wrong with him?"

After a while, a pair of mango shoes approached, and a man was talking: "Don't worry about it, go back first. I'll come and see him."

The man's voice was deep and cold, without much emotion.

Mo Ran instinctively felt scared. He instinctively felt that the boy was close, but the man was cold. He didn't know where the strength came from, and his desire to live made him raise his hand and weakly grabbed the hem of the young man's clothes in front of him.

Before he could speak, tears started to flow down.

"meal……"

I'm so hungry, please, I want to eat.

The boy he grabbed was Chu Wanning, who went down the mountain with Huai Zui that day. Chu Wanning was stunned: "What?"

Mo Ran reluctantly raised a dirty little face, and made a trembling gesture of eating rice, swallowing bitterness in his throat. Everything in front of me was blurry and dizzy, and my ears were buzzing.

He shed tears and begged the person in front of him. He knew that if this little brother abandoned him like many young masters he had met before, then he would definitely not survive and would definitely die. He really couldn't stand it anymore.

"eat……"

Later, Chu Wanning fed him a pot of rice soup.

A pot of soup saved a man who was about to starve to death.

After drinking the rice soup, Mo Ran left Wubei Temple. His mind was groggy at that time. Regarding the appearance of "Brother Bengong", he only remembered a pair of slightly upward phoenix eyes with very thick and long eyelashes. There is no impression anymore.

However, day and night from Wubei Temple to Xiangtan, he wore the cloak given to him by his benefactor. He was small at that time, and a boy's clothes looked particularly awkward and funny on him, especially when he put on the hat, the brim of the hat could almost cover his entire face.

There are always well-fed children on the road, clinging to their parents, laughing and shouting: "Dad, Mom, look at that little beggar, what is he wearing? It's so funny!"

Mo Ran is not angry either.

What did the cynicism of others mean to him? He was only grateful that this ill-fitting cloak could protect him from wind and rain and give him an inch of tenderness.

He wears it, and when it snows, the snowflakes cannot fall on him. Late at night, darkness could not enter his heart.

Whenever night fell, he would light a fire, hug his knees and sit by the fire pit to keep warm. He put the cloak over his head, shrank in, and looked at the melting orange flames from under the gentle velvet.

The cloak was very warm, like grandma's embrace, and like the gentle phoenix eyes of my benefactor... The little child curled up like this and fell asleep. In his sleep, he could even smell the faint fragrance of the cloak, like Leaning against a crabapple tree in full bloom.

Looking back at this time, no wonder I always feel that Chu Wanning smells very good. As long as there is his breath between the pillows, I can always sleep peacefully.

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