Rebirth one way to the north

Since Mo Bei was reborn, he only showed his IQ in front of Mo Xiangyang, which was different from children of the same age. Those remarks that would shock people like Teng Jimin had never been said in front of his father.

From Mo Xiangyang's point of view, his son is a little child prodigy, but it is actually relatively easy to accept. Parents inevitably hope that their son will become a dragon.

However, no matter how high the IQ is, a child without certain experience and knowledge, but only acquires knowledge through a lot of reading, can write mystery novels with wonderful layouts and bizarre tricks, which is very strange.After all, mystery novels are not bedtime fairy tales. They reveal the author's understanding of complex human nature and social thinking about crime. Without a certain background, excellent works cannot be written.

If "Jixiangyuan Murder Case" only exaggerates the horror of the murder scene, and focuses on the reasoning process of the female teacher Jin Xin who was accidentally involved in the case, it is a well-regulated mystery novel.Then "The Magician's Mirror" is a torture of human nature. As the fog is uncovered layer by layer, the identities of the victim and the perpetrator are reversed. Sad indictment.Just like the "detective" in the story expressed emotion to the reporter, he would rather the truth be buried forever, not for the secular law, but for the justice of heaven and earth.

After reading Mo Bei's novel, Mo Xiangyang felt his hands and feet were cold, and the feeling of a strange mature soul living in his son's body came back again.

"Dad, it's time to eat." Mo Bei brought out the bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen, and when he saw that Mo Xiangyang was still sitting on the sofa reading a book, he reminded him.

Mo Xiangyang was startled and looked up at Mo Bei.Mo Bei was so sensitive, he realized that Mo Xiangyang's expression was wrong, his eyes glanced at the magazine in his hand, and he knew that what he had been worrying about had happened.

"Dad, let's eat first." Mo Bei said.

Sun Lihua and Mo Jie came out of the kitchen one after the other, and put the food on the table.Sun Lihua said: "Xiaojie served the rice. I forgot the spoon, Xiaobei—"

Mo Bei turned around and went to the kitchen to get a spoon. Only then did Mo Xiangyang come back to his senses. He put away a few magazines and put them on the bottom shelf of the bookshelf, together with the outdated magazines and newspapers.Mo Xiangyang sat at the dining table, and Mo Jie put a bowl full of rice in front of him.

"Dad, there will be a parent-teacher meeting on Saturday." Mo Jie said.

Mo Xiangyang was still thinking about his work arrangement on Saturday, Sun Lihua said, "I'll go." Mo Xiangyang nodded.

The meal was boring, after cleaning up the kitchen and watching TV with Sun Lihua, Mo Xiangyang urged her to go to bed first, and then quietly walked into Mo Bei's bedroom.

The door wasn't locked, it opened with a push.

Mo Bei was sitting on the head of the bed, leaning against the pillow behind him, and the quilt was piled on his lap. He was scribbling something in a hard-faced diary.Mo Xiangyang originally wanted to sit by the bed, but after hesitating, he sat on the chair.Mo Bei's eyes darkened.

The father and son looked at me and I looked at you. They didn't speak for a long time, and they didn't know where to start.

Mo Bei handed the book in his hand to Mo Xiangyang, and Mo Xiangyang took it over. On the opened page was a half-breasted portrait.With a thin face, a smiling mouth, and the warmth created by the light and shadow of charcoal ink, it is a portrait of Mo Xiangyang. His temperament is accurately captured, but his facial features are not very similar.This paradox is by no means due to the low level of the painter. In fact, the profound skills of the painter can be seen from the lines, brushwork and light and shadow.

"This is... the father in your mind?" Mo Xiangyang asked tentatively.

A smile flashed across Mo Bei's lips, and he nodded: "Although I have forgotten your face, I will always remember you."

Mo Xiangyang really couldn't understand what he said, so he turned a few pages forward, which contained sketches of various characters and landscapes, and occasionally some fragmented words and sentences.To be honest, this is the first time that Mo Xiangyang has seen his son's handwriting in the past two years. It is different from the childish handwriting in memory. Mo Bei's current handwriting can be described as "Shukuang", and there is Jin Ge at the end of the pen. Vigor, the meaning of withered vines can be seen between the structures.

In the study of calligraphy and painting, it is not enough to have spiritual energy alone, and it must have the practice of immersing in it for many years.

Mo Bei is only eight years old.

Mo Xiangyang's fingers tightened, and with a soft cracking sound, a corner of the paper was torn.

"Father," Mo Bei looked at Mo Xiangyang's tense fingers that were almost convulsed, "I'm Xiaobei, your son."

Mo Xiangyang smiled wryly - he admired himself for being able to laugh, "Really?"

Just one sentence, three words, like a big hammer hitting his chest, Mo Bei's lips moved several times, but he couldn't say a word.

Mo Xiangyang was silent for a long time, put the diary on Mo Bei's lap, and said, "Go to bed early."

The door was gently closed, and Mo Bei stared at the diary for a long time, as if his eyes could penetrate the shell and the pages to reach the portrait of his father.

Just now, he could answer "it's true", he could cite all kinds of evidence, and he could talk about his rebirth... But after Mo Xiangyang asked those three words, all his answers were just "explanation" , is "persuasion", pure trust has crumbled and can never be restored to its original perfection.

In the early morning, Mo Xiangyang went to work, pedaling the car with two long legs, but his mind was completely wandering away. He didn't come back to his senses until the wheels skidded and the whole person and the car plunged into the snowdrift on the side of the road.Fortunately, he didn't get injured by wearing thick clothes in winter. Mo Xiangyang straightened the crooked handlebar, and while pushing it to the hospital, he was thinking about his own thoughts.

When he arrived at the hospital, he changed his clothes, warmed his hands with a cup of hot water, explained to the doctor on duty, and made a round of the ward. After being busy until after ten o'clock, Mo Xiangyang was able to think peacefully in the office again.But after he calmed down, he hoped that there would be some work to keep him busy.

He really doesn't know how to face his son now. It seems that Mo Bei also understands his feelings, so he excused himself to be uncomfortable in the morning, and he didn't even come out of the bedroom, so of course he didn't meet him.However, it made Mo Xiangyang feel really awkward to let the child accommodate him like this.

There are all kinds of mysteries about Mo Bei, which Mo Xiangyang ignored intentionally or unintentionally in the past, but thinking about it now is shocking.But if Mo Bei is not his real son now, Mo Xiangyang can't accept it emotionally anyway.

Just thinking about it for a while, worrying for a while, distracting from work for a while, worrying for a while... until he got off work, Mo Xiangyang procrastinated on purpose, but he had to go home after all, and he didn't even have a clue when he entered the house.

However, Mo Xiangyang has already begun to regret being so indifferent to his son last night. The child is still young, and his behavior like that will definitely hurt his heart... No, no, no, although this child is young, his mind is really not young. Just look at it. How could he be easily hit by the novels he wrote? ... Alas, novels are one thing, life is another, it cannot be applied...

After entering the house, Mo Xiangyang tried his best to smile as usual: "I'm back."

Mo Jie came out of the bedroom and helped Mo Xiangyang get the slippers: "Father."

"Your mother hasn't come back yet?" Mo Xiangyang asked.In the past few days, Sun Liping followed the director to the township hospital of traditional Chinese medicine to train the nurses, and she came back quite late every day.

Mo Jie said, "No. By the way, Dad, Xiaobei has gone to grandma's house, let me tell you."

Mo Xiangyang was taken aback for a moment, then asked after a pause, "He didn't say when he would be back?"

Mo Jie said, "No. Dad, can I go to grandma's house on weekends?"

Mo Xiangyang went into the kitchen to cook, and said, "Aren't you going to have a parent meeting?"

Mo Jie followed the kitchen like a little follower, "There will be a parent-teacher meeting on Saturday, then I will go there at night, and I can play all day on Sunday."

Mo Xiangyang dealt with it absent-mindedly: "Let's talk about it when the time comes."

Mo Jie acted like a baby: "Father, good father, promise me."

Mo Xiangyang was helpless: "It doesn't matter what I said, it depends on your mother's mood after attending the parent-teacher meeting, and you can only go if she agrees."

Mo Jie's small mouth pouted: "Strict wife control. Bad father."

Although Mo Xiangyang was full of worries, he was also amused by his daughter. He stretched out his hand to pinch her nose, and said, "Isn't it okay for Dad to listen to Mom? It's like the three-striped family in your class, where Dad and Mom quarrel every day." , fight, are you willing?"

Mo Jie quickly said, "I'm not happy!"

Mo Xiangyang didn't feel guilty at all about cheating his daughter by changing the concept, and triumphantly concluded: "That's it, your mother is the supreme leader of our family, and everything is under her command."

Mo Jie struggled for a while, then retorted: "That's not true, Mom is a paper tiger, but she always listens to you. Dad is really cunning!"

Mo Xiangyang childishly chatted with his daughter, made delicious noodles with fried sauce, and even Mo Jie ate two small bowls, which made his belly bulge.Before Sun Lihua came back, Mo Jie was too lazy to do his homework, and acted like a spoiled child on his father, all of Mo Xiangyang's previous worries disappeared.

Mo Xiangyang put his arms around his precious daughter, thinking contentedly: "The child is so close to me, looks so healthy, smart and beautiful, what else is there to worry about?"

"What's the matter with you, Beibei?" Xia Duo asked worriedly as he lay on the kang.

Mo Bei was using Xia Duo's walkman to listen to music, so he could just pretend he couldn't hear what he said.

Xia Duo pulled the earphones off, Mo Bei gave him a blank look, and Xia Duo put them back on for him in vain.

After listening to one side of the tape, Xia Duo hurriedly asked again: "Why are you unhappy?"

Mo Bei asked back, "Why am I unhappy?"

Xia Duo curled his lips: "You haven't smiled since I came in."

Mo Bei: "I haven't asked you yet, what are you doing at my grandma's house?"

Xia Duo: "Didn't I hear that you are here? I haven't seen you for a long time. It's weird."

Mo Bei: "Then you come here late at night? It's fine to have a meal, and you want to sleep. You didn't bring your schoolbag. Are you going to school tomorrow?"

Xia Duo: "Play truant."

Mo Bei wanted to criticize his behavior of not paying attention to his studies, but thinking about himself, a person who basically left school, he seemed to have no stance, but wouldn't he be condoning this child's bad behavior if he didn't scold him?While hesitating, grandma came in with a trembling little tabby cat in her arms. Xia Duo jumped up and asked excitedly, "Grandma, is this our cat?"

This kid's ability to be familiar with himself is really amazing, let alone eat and live, he is still "grandma" and "our family", Mo Bei really wants to grab him by the ear and ask, who is "our family" with you!

Grandma said with a smile: "It's probably a wild cat, squatting at the gate of our house, and I can't get rid of it. I saw it, it's winter, it's so cold, it's so pitiful, come on, take it back. "

Grandma really gave Xia a lot of face, and she also became "our family" with him.

Grandma put the cat on the kang, and Mo Bei disliked it: "The wild cat is so dirty, it's full of fleas and bacteria, put it on it without washing it."

Grandma didn't take it seriously: "Fleas fleas froze to death in winter, it's all right."

Xia Duo joined in: "The cat will lick its fur, so cute and clean."

Mo Bei is really speechless, this cat is almost gray cat, can't you two see it?

The kitten took two steps tremblingly on the kang, as if it was not used to the temperature of scalding its paws, it meowed twice, and climbed up Xia Duo's trouser legs.Xia Duo happily held it in his arms and smoothed its fur, coaxing: "Meow, meow, meow." The kitten responded: "Meow."

Mo Bei kicked Xia Duo's buttocks and pushed him to the bottom of the kang: "Even if you don't bathe it, you still have to wipe it with a wet towel. It's covered in dust! You wash your hands too, and put the clothes outside in a while. Take off your clothes, don’t bury the ones and go to the kang.”

The grandma smiled and said, "This kid loves to be cleaner than the little girl. Dodo, let's go, we don't care about him, go to that room to get food for the kitten - people hate us."

Smiling, Xia Duo hugged the kitten and left with grandma, not forgetting to make a face for Mo Bei.

Mo Bei took a small kang broom and swept all the places where the cat had been standing, and then threw the walkman on the quilt. Su Rui's stubborn and slightly vicissitudes of singing came out of the earphones: "Little child today did you cry

Whether my friends have left

Leaving behind the loneliness that cannot be taken away...

... my dear child

why don't you let me see clearly

Did the wind blow out the candle

Walking alone in the dark...