Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Mo Zhinan watched the distance between the two getting closer and closer, and his breathing slowed down unconsciously.

He subconsciously stepped back, but Jin Chen stopped him.

Suddenly, Mo Zhinan felt his waist was sore and numb, and he had lost strength inexplicably. He could only rely on Jin Chen's arms for strength. He raised his eyes in surprise, and his clear eyes met his profound eyes.

Jinchen noticed something, his eyes brightened slightly, and the fingers around the young man's waist moved, and his fingertips gently rubbed through the thin material. As expected, Mo Zhinan tightened his grip on his clothes and gasped slightly.

"Jinchen...!"

His tone was rare and urgent, and he felt that his reaction was really strange. Jinchen's bad taste was also noticed by him, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Jinchen looked at the appearance of the person in front of him, a low laugh escaped from his throat, and he did not restrain the curve of his mouth.

He leaned forward slightly, and the distance between the two of them was only a few feet away, almost nose to nose.

Because he hadn't moved his hand away, Mo Zhinan couldn't use any strength at all, and felt that the numbness in his waist had spread all over his body.

Being stared at like this again, the roots of his ears were already turning red, and he could even feel Jin Chen's breath on his skin.

Just when the two were close enough to kiss each other, Jin Chen chuckled again, leaned away, and put his other hand on the young man's shoulder, hugging him in an absolutely protective posture, reflecting Huge size difference.

Mo Zhinan breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart, which had been hanging since just now, also dropped.

He leaned into Jin Chen's arms, his eyelashes trembled slightly, but he did not let go of the clothes he had just grasped, and did not refuse the hug.

"Good friends...are all like this?"

Jinchen smiled and replied: "We are different, better than good friends."

This answer confused Mo Zhinan, but he didn't ask any more questions. He rested his chin on Jinchen's shoulder, a little lost in thought.

[The villain’s heartbeat value is detected at 5, totaling 25! 】

It wasn't until the third aunt's footsteps came from outside the yard that the two ended the hug.

Mo Zhinan met Jin Chen's smiling eyes again, his cheeks were flushed again, and he closed his eyes in silence.

The third aunt also walked in, not noticing the charming atmosphere just now.

"For the eggs you asked for, I chose all of them plump and big! Keep them delicious!"

She was beaming and placed the egg she was holding carefully on the table, and covered it with a thick layer of cotton wool to avoid being knocked.

"Try this, my aunt's home-made sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice cake! It's still warm."

The third aunt took another bag of cakes and handed it to Jinchen.

"Hey, thank you Third Aunt." Jinchen took it and immediately smelled the rich and sweet smell of osmanthus, "It smells great. Third Aunt is good at the craftsmanship. The scent of osmanthus is not burnt at all."

"As long as you like to eat it, come to Auntie's house more often and Auntie will cook it for you!"

The third aunt smiled even more when she was praised, and her eyes crinkled with laughter. After a moment, she remembered something and spoke quickly.

"By the way, Tatsuko, the village chief said that in a few days, he will organize an outdoor movie for the village. Please tell your family to go there early to save a seat for your uncle. It will be inconvenient for him to sit in the back."

See a movie……

Thinking of the plot in the original plot, Jinchen's eyes flickered and his smile changed slightly, "Okay, I understand, thank you, Auntie."

"Okay, then you eat slowly and I'll leave first. There's still a lot of work to do at home."

The third aunt exchanged a few pleasantries and hurried home. It was just when the sun was shining in the sky, and the grains had to be turned over from time to time.

[Host, Zhang Zhishuai was beaten up and is trying to reason with the village chief. 】

[Have they two run away? 】

[They ran away. They were smart enough to run to the town. The village chief really couldn’t find anyone for a while. 】

0731 looked at Zhang Zhishuai's swollen face on the surveillance screen and the village chief's unfriendly expression, and let out a sigh.

[Warm reminder: There are 50 minutes left in the mission time limit. 】

Jinchen clicked his tongue and fed the glutinous rice cake in his hand to Mo Zhinan.

His eyes swept around the room and finally landed on Mo Zhinan's backpack. It looked like it had been taken off often and there was no dust on it.

"Zhinan, is that backpack yours?"

Mo Zhinan just kept silent because someone came. He returned to a leisurely state after the person walked away. He took small bites of the food Jin Chen handed over and looked over after hearing the words.

"Ah."

He swallowed the glutinous rice paste and whispered: "The cabinet here is not safe. I'm afraid that the things inside will be lost, so I keep it in my bag."

Jinchen asked him softly, "Can I know what's inside?"

Mo Zhinan thought about it carefully, pursed his lips and nodded, looking well-behaved, "Okay."

He stood up, tiptoed to take the backpack off the cabinet, opened the zipper and took out the contents.

There was a small ball of red thread that seemed to be used for embroidery, half a broken belt, a tiger head hat that had been washed to white, a family photo of three people, and some scattered trinkets.

There are also a few glass candy wrappers, which appear to have been washed and put in newly.

Seeing Jinchen's eyes falling on the candy wrapper, Mo Zhinan's ears were slightly red, so he packed it up and stuffed it back into his backpack.

This bag is like his storage bag of good memories. It contains items that he thinks represent that good memory. One day, he just needs to take it out and look at it, and he can go back to that memory, spanning time and space. Re-experience the joy of that time.

"These are the things my parents left behind."

Mo Zhinan's voice was still low and slightly hoarse, but Jinchen could hear the longing and sadness contained in it.

"I've been repelling getting along with others since I was a child, and they have never forced me to do so."

As if the words he was full of had finally been vented, and the many longings he had digested alone day and night had someone to listen, Mo Zhinan leaned next to Jinchen and told his past story word for word.

"My father is a teacher and my mother is an embroiderer. They love me very much. Everything was wonderful originally, just like many happy families."

"But one day..." Mo Zhinan said this, sighed, and tightened his tiger head hat, "My mother suddenly had abdominal pain, and my father was so anxious that he sent him to the hospital overnight. The doctor said that there were worms in his body that needed to be exterminated. There are insects, so I gave my mother some insecticide."

"Then...let her stay in the hospital for one night, saying she'll be fine when she gets up tomorrow."

Jinchen listened patiently all the time. He had a hunch that this matter might be a nightmare that Mo Zhinan could not overcome.

Mo Zhinan: "But that morning, when my father and I came out of the nursing room and went to see my mother, we found that the bed was covered in blood... and she was no longer breathing."

"At that time, the hospital panicked and another doctor diagnosed..." He started crying and tightened Jin Chen's hand, "It was said that my mother actually had an ectopic pregnancy, and the anti-parasitic medicine was forced to give up." She bled to death.”

Jinchen paused, not expecting this result.