"Bring the dumplings with you. I'll go see my father." Today is New Year's Eve. The whole family is reunited and happy. When something like this happens, my father is the saddest. He raised his head and looked out the window. It's the time when the lanterns first come on, and it gets dark early in winter. Usually the family has had dinner early at this time, but today...
She couldn't say what she felt. Logically speaking, the possibility of Aunt Fang's recovery was almost non-existent. She could also take a breath, but she only felt a tightness in her heart, some indescribable feeling, and it was so heavy that she couldn't help it. It sounds joyful, even a little sad, but to be honest, although Aunt Fang caused the child herself, she also played a role in adding fuel to the flames.
Without him, his father might still have a lovely child!
It is difficult for the father's children...
However, if this thing happens again, she will still do it, and she will be at loggerheads with Aunt Fang and her daughter. They always want to kill themselves, and they will not surrender themselves. Rebirth is for revenge. This kind of Unnecessary kindness is the greatest harm to oneself. In the last life, her flesh and blood were reduced to ashes in the sea of fire. She should never bear that kind of pain again!
"Miss, Aunt Mo and Aunt Qing have already been sent away, but they were all turned away by the master." Sensing the loneliness in Mo Xuetong's eyes, Mo Yu murmured in explanation.
"It's okay. The master always loves the young lady. He will be happy if he sees the young lady delivering the dumplings in person." Mo Lan neatly put the dumplings on the table into the food box aside, and specially put the other two side dishes he made on the table. He also put the food box in, arranged the food box and gave it to Mo Ye who was standing aside, asking her to help Mo Xuetong carry it.
Among the maids, Mo Lan is the most attentive one, so she knows Mo Xuetong’s thoughts best. She understands that the young lady is in a bad mood at this time. Although she seems to have won a good turn today, she has broken the master’s heart. The young lady is a filial person, so naturally she feels uncomfortable. She will definitely be thinking about the master and wants to see him.
So I asked Mother Xu for a larger food box.
Mo Yu helped Mo Xuetong put on a soft leather snow satin cloak. It was snowing outside again, and the northwest wind was blowing, making people feel chilly for no reason. She walked along the corridor to the study, only to I felt that there were not many people to see along the way. Although it was late at this time on weekdays, I could occasionally see people laughing and having fun, but it seemed very deserted and quiet at this time.
Something like that happened during the day, and another slave was killed. At this time, who dared to seek that evil fire when the masters were angry, so they were all trembling with fear, and went to bed early when there was nothing wrong. No one even gossiped, Master. It is clearly stated that if anyone spreads the word, he will be killed.
The door of the study room was closed tightly. Mo Xuetong saw that the servant next to his father was also locked out of the door. He was huddled under the edge of the room, holding his neck and shivering. When he saw Mo Xuetong coming, he hurriedly came over to greet him.
"Where is the master?" Mo Xuetong asked, looking at the dark study room. It was so lonely and unpopular that his father was really sad!
"The master is locked up in the study alone. No one is allowed in, and no one is allowed to light the lamp. He hasn't eaten yet." The boy looked at the door of the study and replied quietly.
"You guys go to the side of the house to take shelter from the wind. I'm going to see my father." Mo Xuetong said to the boy and Mo Ye after taking the food box from Mo Ye's hand.
"Yes!" The boy was trembling with cold, but he didn't dare to leave. How could he not be grateful for Mo Xuetong's words at this time? He nodded vigorously and led Mo Ye to the side room where the light was on.
Mo Xuetong carried the food box and pushed open the ajar door.
"Who?" The voice inside was not at all like his father's usual high-spirited tone. Although it was still so majestic, Mo Xuetong could hear a bit of fatigue and weariness in it.
After all this, my father must be feeling tired!
"Father, it's Tong'er." Mo Xuetong replied in a low voice, and walked forward according to his memory. Not far ahead was his father's desk. At this time, his father must be sitting behind the desk.
In the quiet darkness, Mo Huawen watched his daughter's slender body struggling to come in carrying a food box. Although it was snowing outside, the light outside was much brighter than the inside. Her daughter had just come in, and she still couldn't adapt to the darkness. Be careful. He walked in with his feet, almost tripping over the bookcase next to him, and couldn't help but sigh softly.
His troubled and angry heart suddenly became soft and clear. His son was not growing up, but he still had a lovely daughter, whom she gave birth to. With Tong'er, what else could he ask for in this life? Some things really couldn't be forced. , If I didn't have so many worries back then, these things wouldn't happen today.
He reached out to the fire folder placed aside, lit a fire, and lit up the candlestick placed aside.
"Father, Tong'er brought dumplings to his father. In the past, my mother would always make dumplings with Xu's mother on New Year's Eve. When Tong'er lived in Yuncheng, her aunt's family didn't like making dumplings, so she saved a lot of noodles. , but Tong'er didn't like to eat, so Xu's mother secretly went to the stove to make a bowl of dumplings, and cousin Xuan ate half of it. Unfortunately, she died! Xu's mother made a lot today, and Tong'er wanted to eat with her father. Are you okay?" Seeing the bright light, Mo Xuetong blinked, opened her eyes again and adapted to the light, carried the food box to the table, and asked coquettishly while taking out the dumplings and vegetables inside.
She looked like a gentle and considerate little daughter.
Those beautiful eyes were as bright as stars. Once upon a time, there was a woman like this. She looked at him with such bright eyes and smiled tenderly, and laid out the food for him. That was the happiest time in his life, but later... ... Mo Huawen's eyes darkened and he turned his head to avoid the eyes that looked at him admiringly. The corners of his eyes were actually a little wet.
New Year's Eve, dumplings... Looking at his daughter's innocent smile, Mo Huawen just felt like a bastard.
He actually threw a young, motherless child in Yuncheng and left her to fend for herself in someone else's home. How sad a child like that must be. Although it's a joke now, what's the bitterness in it? It's fair to say that I used to think that Aunt Fang was a good person, but who would have expected that not only would she cheat on her, but she would also be so vicious.
I used to think that Feng'er was sensible and obedient even though she had no talent. Who would have expected that he was no better than his aunt, but he was so vicious that he could also attack his unborn younger siblings.
Although Min'er was different from her mother and her brother, today she also lost her usual generosity. She even pushed Tong'er aggressively and almost drove Tong'er out of the house. Such Min'er was still the gentle and gentle person in her heart. Du, a smart daughter!
Sure enough, dragons give birth to dragons, and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes. Aunt Fang is rotten to the core, and the two children are also like this...
Mo Huawen had an indescribable feeling in his heart. His eldest daughter and son, whom he had always loved, turned out to be completely different from what he had imagined. Why didn't he feel depressed
Reaching out to touch Mo Xuetong's black hair, Mo Huawen closed his eyes to hide the pain in his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he had a faint doting smile: "Okay, father and Tong'er will spend New Year's Eve together and eat together. dumpling."
He didn't know how much he owed this daughter. Looking at his daughter's sweet smile and pure little face, he felt even more heartache in his heart. She was the daughter he wanted to love most, but time and time again, because of himself. .. ...
When Mo Xuetong returned to Qingwei Courtyard, it was completely dark. Xu's mother was guarding the door of the courtyard. Seeing her coming over to help people prepare hot soup and drinking water, Mo Xuetong let go after using it for a little while, saying "too much" When he was tired, he went back into the inner room without asking anyone to light a candle. He put on his clothes and lay down on the bed, closing his eyes.
Scenes of the day's events flashed through my mind, Mo Xuemin's designs, Aunt Fang's cries, Mo Yufeng's anger, Mo Xueqiong's... one by one, like replays, step by step. Come on, if she is found guilty of murdering her father and his children today, even her father will not be able to protect himself.
Even though my father was convinced that Aunt Fang Hongxing was cheating on her, as a man, how could he say such a thing outright!
If Mo Xuemin's evil plan succeeds, she will be dead. In this society where men are respected, there is no way for a woman who has been abandoned by her family to survive.
Aunt Fang and her daughter are not only seeking the position of the mistress of the Mo Mansion, but also their own lives. How can she make it easier for them? She has exhausted all the kindness in her previous life. She is here for revenge in this life. As long as she Thinking of the blazing pain of the flames burning on her body, and thinking of Sima Lingyun and Mo Xuemin having sex in a room stained with her blood, her heart ached as if ten thousand swords had passed through it.
Her hatred was like a raging flame burning her bones and blood, and the pain that penetrated her muscles and bones could still be endured even after she was reborn...
Today, Mo Xuemin was indeed cunning. Even at the end, she did not pull off her false mask.
In front of everyone, she showered her with gifts, with tears in her eyes, and looked sincerely regretful that she had lied to everyone, including her father. Just now, her father had told her in secret that Mo Xuemin and Aunt Fang were not the same. Likewise, when she heard these words, she could only feel a sneer from the bottom of her heart.
It’s different, of course it’s different!
Mo Xuemin is even more vicious and ruthless than Aunt Fang! I can still tolerate it!
In her previous life, she endured it until the end, and then when she was most helpless, she pushed herself into the abyss of eternal damnation. If she had died earlier, she would not have been able to discover that her sister, who had always been kind and generous, was hiding beside her, waiting. The human-loving beauty snake.
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Sima Lingyun, Mo Xuemin, Aunt Fang... She won't let any of them go! The blood feud in the previous life, the tragedy of no body left, she struggled in the fire, but they laughed proudly outside the flames, how could she not avenge such revenge! She is destined to fight them to the death!
In the darkness, a fiery red suddenly flashed in front of her eyes. The blazing red burned the curtains. A huge beam fell from the sky and hit her head heavily. She could only fall to the ground in despair. Looking at the soaring firelight, Mo Xuemin A cold and mocking smile.
"Mo Xuetong, you are too stupid. You are really too stupid. Of course, your dead ghost mother is also the most stupid. You are still worthy of my sister. Drink it. Drink it and you will be free. When you reincarnate in the future, See it clearly, don’t throw yourself into the belly of a stupid woman, by then you will be stupid too.”
... ...
In the light of the fire, she was covered in blood. She was smiling wildly and desperately. Her wide-open eyes were filled with dark red bloodshot eyes. Her clothes were on fire. The pain burning on her skin was not as good as the pain in her heart. There was a large pool of blood at her feet. The mocking and disdainful sneer reflected in the firelight was at the last moment of her consciousness.
In her consciousness, there was only hatred, only hatred! The hatred of the mother, the hatred of the children, and her own hatred. If there is an afterlife, if they meet again, she will definitely send them to the eighteenth level of hell and let them scream in the cruelest space of hell for all their lives. For this reason She would rather fall into reincarnation forever.
Scenes from the past life are like replays, each scene hurts the body and hurts deeply...
"Hey Hey hey... ... "
There was a lazy voice in his ears, with a hint of youthful mellowness. Mo Xuetong suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness, clenched his fists and looked blankly at the handsome face of the size in front of him. The cold moonlight outside the window reflected the The white snow shines on the person lying beside the bed, and Feng Jue's beautiful handsome face has a bit of evil charm. It looks like a demon and a charm under the moonlight, shining brightly. (To be continued)