"Fu Mo."

He asked inexplicably, and he actually answered.

He turned his head intoxicatedly, his eyes fell on Huai Mo's face in a daze. He saw that he was serious and could not tell at all about joking with her.

He suddenly burst out with a "punch" laughter, "Your storytelling methods are becoming more and more wise, and even his expression is so good."

Huai Mo's dark eyes were filled with inexplicable emotions, quietly glancing on her face, and then looked at the little boy laughing behind her, and his heart was inexplicably sucking and hurting. In fact, he didn't even know whether he was telling a story. Just looking at the child in front of him and listening to her question, he told Fu Mo's name in a strange way.

Fu Mo... The story of this man has become increasingly weak in his mind since he was poisoned. On the contrary, when he was poisoned, some pictures often appeared in his mind, which were the stories of Fu Mo and Luo Xi. He could even understand Fu Mo's deep thoughts that were never told by outsiders.

For example, his calm love for Luo Xi, and his inability to love Luo Xi. The pictures were clear at one time, so clear that many times he couldn't tell whether he was Huai Mo or Fu Mo?

However, since his poison was eliminated, those pictures gradually faded away. Even if I remember, I could clearly stand behind the husband's road and the fallen west.

When he was poisoned, he couldn't tell whether he was in or outside the play.

Now, he knew that he had just watched a play and was even doubting the authenticity of the play.

He knew the difference in it, but at the moment when she asked, she blurted out as if she was being trapped by a nightmare. It seemed that in his subconscious, something controlled him to speak out about Fumo. However, in fact, he didn't know if it was Fumo.

If it were a husband, he could guess that this child was the flesh and blood in Luo Xi's belly with his parents.

Unfortunately... maybe not?

Huai Mo slowly walked to Chen Zui and said with a smile: "If you like to hear me telling stories like this, I will be so immersed in the play in the future."

He laughed intoxicatedly, "It seems that since I have your child, my status has also risen a lot. Is this called mother being noble by her son?"

Huai Mo pondered, "No, I'm talking about it."

"Reverse?"

"It is the son who is worthy of his mother. If he is not in your good life, he will not be able to enjoy my kindness to him."

He nodded intoxicatedly, "Maybe he doesn't want you to be nice to him?"

When Huai Mo heard this, he raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were filled with an intriguing expression.

He walked over his waist intoxicatedly and smiled sly, "He really doesn't care."

"Well, it's okay if you don't care."

"He doesn't care about it, I don't want it. Don't waste it, just give me all the benefits." Shen Zui giggled and asked.

Huai Mo's lips could hardly be pursed, and he was tightly tense, and finally he couldn't help laughing and laughed out loud.[

"Okay, I'll give it to you all." He leaned over and promised in her ear with a low smile.

I was so drunk that I kissed him on the face.

Huaimo's body suddenly froze.

Chen Zui noticed it and was stunned. He looked at him, but saw his eyes falling behind her, and behind her was the boy with the jade. Chen Zui immediately turned around and followed him.

In an instant, he screamed out in shock.

Chen Zui opened his eyes wide, subconsciously covering his mouth and staring at the boy in front of him. To be precise, it was the tears on his face.

A drop of crystal clear flowed out from the corner of the eyes and slowly went down, and at this moment, it was flowing across the cheeks.

I don’t know where the tear came from, but it’s crystal clear and fluorescent, and it’s obviously a good jade.

Chen Zui and Huai Mo saw the tears flowing out of the boy's eyes, rolling all the way through his fat and tender little face. Finally, with a "pop", it fell to the grass and trees on the ground.

I was intoxicated and held my breath, and I felt that I couldn't breathe. The dull sound of tears falling to the ground woke her up, and my heart seemed to be coliced ​​with that sound. Then, I felt my eyes were sore and hot, and my face was already cold.

I don’t know whether it’s shocked, feared, panic, or... pain? I stood intoxicatedly in the moment, and it seemed that a burst of soreness suddenly surged in my left chest, like a wave, coming in a hurry and fiercely, and in an instant it wiped out her whole body. She was like a drowning person, her mind was blank, and she just wanted to struggle hard.

She couldn't help but retreat, staring at the baby who was clearly smiling but making her so sad. The only thought in her mind was to retreat and stay away from him, not to be afraid, but to not dare... not to face him.

Going back is Huai Mo's embrace.

He turned around suddenly, hugged him tightly, and made a sound, his throat was already full of sobs, "Huaimo..."

I don’t know where the sadness comes from, but it just condenses into a line of voice. I don’t even know what it is sad, and I can’t say a word.

Although Huai Mo was not as strong as her, she was shocked, and obviously no less than her.

He never too deeply studied the theory of ghosts and gods. Before, there was a Fumo and Luoxi inexplicably had a memory, and he also let it go and doubted the theory of past and present lives. But whenever he thought about it carefully, he always felt it was too absurd and he couldn't help laughing at himself. Fortunately, the memory became less and less faint... He thought it was just a result of poisoning, and a illusion ended with his poisoning.

But how do you explain the scene in front of you?

When he was intoxicated, he turned his back to the baby, but he was facing it, so he could see clearly than her.

The tears did not float up from somewhere, but were truly rolled out from the corner of the child's eyes. - What he saw with his own eyes.

The shock in his heart was too strong. Huai Mo wrapped his arm around his intoxicated and trembling body, his eyes fell straight ahead, and he could not move away.

After the tears, the child stopped crying. He still squinted his eyes and covered his mouth, but he didn't know what went wrong. Huai Mo could no longer feel his initial happiness, but instead felt desolate in his heart. That desolateness was just spreading from the baby.

"Huaimo, where is his parents? Why did you throw him here?" Another sharp soreness and tears were all over his face.

No matter how invincible the past was, my heart was still sore at this moment. Huai Mo couldn't answer, so he just patted his intoxicated back gently.

...

Going down the mountain was heavier than going up the mountain. The two of them were silent and slowly descended.

What I can't walk away in my heart for a long time is the tears shed by the jade boy. He has been weathered there for thousands of years, and has been smiling all the time, so why did he suddenly cry?

"Huaimo, the child...is it really Fumo placed there?" Chen Zuiyou asked.

Huai Mo paused, "Maybe."

"If so, is that child from him and Luo Xi?" The voice could still be clearly heard choking in his throat.

"Yeah." Huai Mo replied softly, and if he didn't listen carefully, he could hardly hear it. I don't know if it was uncertain or if he didn't want her to know too much.
Chapter completed!