The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Hearing this, Master Xuanjing of Wubei Temple sighed: "Amitabha, Mr. Mo is indeed not the nephew of Master Xue, what a sinful fate."

Someone else reacted: "Ah... is it him?"

The monks around asked puzzledly, "What is he?"

"It's the kid mentioned earlier who suggested to put Mo Ran in the dog cage." The man said, "The age is similar to Mo Ran, and he is the son of Mrs. Mo." He was thinking like this, and suddenly he was enlightened. He patted his head and suddenly said, "I understand, so you killed their mother and child, and the doves took over the magpie's nest, not because of greed, but because of hatred!"

When some people heard such an analysis, they felt very reasonable, and turned to Mo Ran with contempt and pity.

"In this case, it makes sense."

"Oh, there must be something pitiful for a hateful person."

Amidst the moans and discussions, Mu Yanli cleared his throat, and the surrounding immediately became quiet.

She said: "Mr. Mo, I heard that you have not had enough to eat and have been abused in Zuiyulou all year round. Your mother always beats and scolds you, doesn't she?"

The ink burned: "...Yes."

"That nanny's son is the one who made the idea to put you in the dog cage. Is it wrong?"

"Yes."

Seeing that Cai's speculations were confirmed, everyone sighed more and more, and nodded left and right: "Oh, you see, it really is the murderous intent born of hatred. He must have hated the mother and son very much."

They are right, how can they not hate it?Mo Nian is the same age as him, but much stronger than him, because he is the son of the nanny, no one in the building dares to provoke him.This child was vicious and mischievous since he was a child, and he loved to vent his anger on Mo Ran when he had nothing to do, stabbed the basket, and often framed Mo Ran.Mo Ran will take the blame for any sneaky things.

But Mo Ran is very honest, even if he is wronged, he doesn't dare to take revenge on Young Master Anian.

At that time, he only ate one pancake a day. If he dared to talk too much, he might even have his last ration deducted, so he didn't say a word whether he was beaten, scolded or wronged. In the dead of night, I would curl up in the woodshed where I slept and cry softly for a while.

He didn't dare to make a sound, because if he woke up others, he would get another severe beating.

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

Mo Ran raised his eyes, and there was almost a sneer in those eyes: "...otherwise."

Mu Yanli said: "But your surname still follows her. You hate her so much, and you never thought about changing it?"

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

"She treats each of you so badly?"

"...No." Mo Ran said, "It's just that she never liked me very much. After I let Xun Fengwei go, she hated me even more."

"Then how bad is Miss Mo treating you?"

In fact, this is an easy question to answer. Mo Ran has lived in the building for so many years, and only on New Year’s Eve can he eat a piece of crescent moon meat, that is, the fat meat that the guests have eaten half. Besides, there is only one piece of cake every day. Eat, do the heaviest work, and if you are not careful, you will be whipped.

But he really didn't want to say anything more, 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 treated you very badly, so at that time, she asked you where Mo Nian was, were you lying? Did you already have yourself in your heart? care about?"

The ink burned: "No."

How dare he lie?His wealth, life, clothing and warmth are all held in the palm of the nanny.So upon hearing Madam's inquiry, Xiao Mo Ran was like a dog accustomed to beating and scolding. He flinched first, and then whispered: "Master Nian went to private school..."

Mrs. Mo knew her son best, how could it be possible?That kid usually doesn't like reading the most, and he probably went somewhere to play crazy.But Mr. Bao Wenting was still sitting next to her, so she coughed lightly and nodded: "Oh, my child is serious and sensible, sir, look, no, he went out to attend classes again."

Mr. Bao asked with a smile and said, "Ah, it's a good thing to be diligent and eager to learn. In this way, I will study the book first and give it to the Venerable Lord at the summit of death and life. Then their uncles and nephews will recognize each other, and there is no rush."

Lady Mo stood up and went down excitedly, "Thank you, sir. In the future, I will be rich and prosperous, and I will never forget the kindness of my husband."

After Mr. Bao inquired and left, Mrs. Mo sat in the same place for a long time in a daze, thinking and feeling endlessly, crying for a while, and laughing for a while.

After being stunned for a long time, I realized that Mo Ran was standing in the corner looking at her with some fear in the corner of my eyes.

She probably saw an experience that was too similar to hers in Duan Yihan, and maybe it was because of Mo Ran's daring before that she let go of her cash cow.But for whatever reason, as Mo Ran recalled, she didn't like this cub, and she didn't like it more and more.

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

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

"You say sorry, but do you think it's absurd for me to cry and laugh like this?"

"..."

Seeing that he was silent and just lowered his head obediently, Mrs. Mo swept him back and forth, and said with disgust: "Forget it, I don't care about you, what do you know? A dog who eats inside and outside, and is ungrateful. "

Mo Ran has long been used to his mother calling him a dog, hanging his head and not talking.

Mrs. Mo said: "Don't stick around here, I'm in a good mood today, I won't hit you. You go and get Mr. Nian back—don't lie to me, I know he's not in the private school—bring him back. I have something important to do To talk to him, go quickly."

Hearing that he was asked to find the young master, Mo Ran shook subconsciously.But in the end she nodded docilely and said in a low voice, "Yes, godmother."

"Don't call me a godmother in the future." Mrs. Mo wrinkled her nose, "I'll soon...for this Zuiyulou, I won't tell you more, you go first."

At dusk that day, Mo Ran anxiously searched for Mr. Nian near the Zuiyu Tower according to his mother's instructions.

He didn't know whether he wanted to find this person sooner or later.Because he found it, he would undoubtedly be scolded by Mr. Nian, thinking that he ruined his elegance.But if he couldn't find it, Mrs. Mo would blame him in every possible way when she went back, thinking he was useless.

The small figure walked helplessly under the setting sun.

At that time, Mo Ran didn't know that his fate was about to exchange with Mr. Nian.

One by one, he searched honestly.

Went to all the places that Mr. Nian frequented - river beach, casino, brothel, cockfighting yard... and was ridiculed and kicked out.

In the end, he inquired a few times and learned that Young Master Nian went to the mill on the outskirts of the city with a group of friends in the afternoon, and it was said that he was carrying a huge sack.

Mo Ran didn't think much about it, so he hurried to the mill.

The mill has long been abandoned, and there are cemeteries around it. There are no people on weekdays. Mo Ran trotted all the way, and before he approached, he heard a commotion in the mill. A group of disheveled teenagers rushed out from inside. It was Mr. Nian who was wearing his trouser belt.

The ink burned hurriedly: "Young master, the godmother called you back, saying it was—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because he found that the faces of the group of teenagers were full of fear of impending disaster, and several of them even cried in fright, shrinking aside and trembling.

Mo Ran froze for a moment, he had been bullied for many years and he had developed a kind of vigilance. When he saw Mr. Nian's eyes were blood red, he stared at himself, he immediately shuddered and turned around and ran away.

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

Mo Ran was the opponent of these children, and he was pressed to the ground and turned to Young Master Nian.

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

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

"Or even with him..."

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

Mr. Nian narrowed his eyes, he was the calmest and most gloomy among these people.

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

The ink burns and looks up.

kill?

These people beat him, scolded him, and bullied him before, but he never thought that the word "kill" could be uttered by a group of fourteen or fifteen-year-old teenagers.

He was a little dazed for a moment, and couldn't even react.

Young Master Nian said: "Shut him up in the mill."

"..." A group of people around looked at each other, and then a young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was the first to react. His eyes were bright, his nostrils were still dripping, his face was flushed, and he said sharply, "Okay, okay! What a great idea!"

Someone came to understand one after another: "Ah! That's what it means! It's still Anian who is amazing!"

These people were originally staring at Mo Ran, as if they were staring at a mortal enemy with blood and deep hatred, but at this moment, a pair of eyes fell, but they were like starving wolves staring at a fat lamb.

Mo Ran was pushed into the mill involuntarily.

He hammered the door first and struggled, but the door was quickly blocked, and there were no windows in the mill, only ragged sunlight came in through the cracks in the cracked planks.

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

Someone shouted outside: "Go to the police! Go to the police!"

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

Mo Ran yelled for a while, hammered the door for a while, and found that he couldn't open it with the hammer, so he gave up. He turned around blankly, and saw the lying in the room through the dim twilight. Someone else.

That's a girl.

She was kind-hearted, but later remembered that she was the daughter of the family selling tofu on the East Street, and Mr. Nian had been pestering her all these days.

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

She was humiliated to death by this group of beasts. When she died, her eyes were still round, her cheeks were still wet, her eyes were empty, she was staring at the direction of Mo Ran, staring at the door.

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

It turned out that Mr. Nian had shown bad intentions to the girl many times and failed, so he felt bad. He knew that the girl was a soft persimmon with no background in her family, so she was easy to pinch.He and a few partners earned money in the mill and defiled her in turn.The girl was weak, and the bastards were very rough, and halfway through, the girl died.

Mo Ran murmured: "No...no!!" He turned around and began to slap the door crazily, "Open the door! Open the door! It's not me! Open the door!"

As if hearing his pleading, the door of the mill opened suddenly.

Mo Ran wanted to rush out, but his hands were roughly held down by these teenagers.

The leader was Young Master Nian, he was cruel, and said: "I almost forgot, I did it a little more like it."

He ordered his partner to strip off Mo Ran's clothes, and then stained some blood and mucus on the girl's body, and wiped Mo Ran's body.

During this process, Mo Ran kept crying and struggling, but the strength of these teenagers was too great, and the desire to survive overwhelmed everything. There was a beast-like light in their eyes, and the child's pleading was fine. , Crying, they all turned a deaf ear, and even after being bitten by Mo Ran, one person raised his hand and slapped him several times, and said viciously: "You fucking shut up, you are a murderer! Violent offender! With so many testimonies, how can you still explain?!"

"No...not me! Not me..."

But no matter how much you resist, what can you do?The bruises and bruises they caught on him were thrown into the mill, where they locked him naked with the dead girl, and then the thief shouted "Stop the thief" and reported it to the government.

Mo Ran couldn't argue with his mouth, and he was severely punished in court for [-] boards in the yamen. His skin was torn apart, his flesh was bloody, and then he was put in prison, waiting for the final sentence.

The inmates in the same cell laughed at him and abused him. Several inmates with daughters heard about his behavior and couldn't help but beat him up—some even wanted to rape him—but the cell boss didn't want to make things worse. just give up.

Mrs. Mo came that night, and she already knew the whole story in her heart, and she was also annoyed at her son's failure to live up to expectations.

so what?

As a mother, she will always protect her children.

She was afraid that when the trial started, the officials would investigate impartially. If her family's Mo Nian was found out, how could the mother and son jump on the branch and become a phoenix?Mr. Bao inquired about all the letters and books, and the top of the dead will send someone to pick them up. She has waited for so many years, and her temples have turned white.

Both the glory and the status are what she and her children deserve.

She doesn't allow any mistakes.

So, she came here wearing stars and wearing moons, stuffed enough money for the prison boss and the officials, and begged them to turn a blind eye and turn a blind eye, and leave the matter to Mo Ran alone.

But it was probably because of uneasy conscience, after Mrs. Mo bribed, she came to the prison to visit Mo Ran again.I also brought a bowl of braised pork to Mo Ran.

"No poison, I won't poison you."

Mo Ran shrunk in the corner and looked at him, a pair of black to purple eyes flashed with distress and helplessness, sadness and pain.The kind of cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs that are about to be slaughtered all have such expressions.

Scared, sad.

But there is also the tameness after despair.

Lady Mo suddenly felt her heart tremble and twist.

She felt astonished and afraid of her own emotions, she got up suddenly, lowered her voice, and said cruelly, "Anyway, you are also a child without a father and a mother. Although it is pitiful, no one will be sad when you die Yes. I have raised you for so many years, and it is time for you to repay my kindness."

"..." Mo Ran didn't make a sound, didn't say yes, and didn't say no.

Lady Mo gritted her teeth and said, "This bowl of roast meat is for you to practice. If you eat it, don't blame me... I have no choice."

After saying that, the skirt flew up and turned away.

Mo Ran has never eaten braised pork in his life.

Now there was a bowl in front of him, he stared at it for a while, but finally didn't eat it.He knocked the bowl upside down on the ground, the marinade was flowing, he stared at it for a while, thinking of the blood flowing under the girl, he suddenly felt unspeakably sick, turned his back, leaned against the wall and vomited violently.

He couldn't spit out anything.

He is a person who only eats one piece of bread a day.

The bread had already been digested, and all he vomited was acid water.

That night, he couldn't sleep.The blood all over his body formed a shell, and the blood shell gradually became brittle and hard, falling to the ground like rust powder when touched.

He was in the cell and didn't talk to other prisoners. No one knew what he was thinking, no one knew whether he was dead or alive.

He was alone, curled up, alone, and slowly figured out many things.

In that dark and dirty cell, in that cell filled with the sour smell and the smell of braised pork, the honest ink burned to death.The one who came back to life was the Emperor Ta Xian who frightened the entire mortal cultivation world—the original appearance.

Later, the monstrous hatred born by the Eight Bitterness and Everlasting Hate Flower was caused by this.