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The shadows are indistinct, and the moonlight is sparse and shallow.

The double bed creaked, and ambiguous moans poured into Alpha's throat one cup after another like warm wine mixed with aphrodisiacs. Beta had been stripped naked a long time ago, and was lying naked on the edge of the bed with both hands on the edge. With the movement behind her, she screamed, her white and tender waist was shaking like a boat, and her soft buttocks were covered by Alpha's big breasts. Hold firmly in place.The murder weapon was pushed in too hard and fast, and the pink flesh in the hole came out together with the thick liquid, which was wet and stuck between the thighs, and flowed sticky to the trembling legs.

"No more... Mo Cun... no more..." Beta hummed softly.

Alpha, who was rejected by Rou Rou, was not annoyed at all, he was still pushing back forcefully, but his tone became calm.

"No, what are you humming?"

The young Beta turned her head and winked like silk, her neck was covered in powder with lust, "Mark me...give me..."

Those glazed eyes looked at him eagerly, and they couldn't wait for a moment.

Alpha smiled with a deep voice, and leaned his muscular body on top of Beta, his lower body was tightly nailed to the cavity and quickly swelled into knots, and his lips also stuck to his lover's neck as smooth as porcelain.

"Then I bite."

Beta flicked her eyelashes and hummed, shyly waiting for her husband to give him the deepest love.

The bone-destroying copulation was suspended, but the possession of pheromones was delayed.

"Mo Cun?" Beta turned her head suspiciously, "Why don't you bite?"

Alpha froze on his back, motionless as if someone had cast a holding spell on him.

"Silence, silence?"

"Silence!" 2

Xiao Mocun was shaken all over and woke up from his deep sleep.

He had this dream again.

Just like patients after amputation often mistakenly think that they are still physically healthy, Xiao Mocun's subconscious mind still thinks that he is still the same A10859.

He often dreams of Yu Nian, dreaming that they are as close as yesterday, wanton and tender.

But everything will always come to an abrupt end at the moment of marking.

Slowly it dawned on him that the truth was that he felt he had accepted reality, but his body didn't feel the same way.

After calming down for a while, he groped in the dark and pressed the switch beside the bed.

The energy-saving lamps in the attic were turned on, but the shutter door in the attic was locked tightly. I couldn't see the sky, so I couldn't tell what time it was, except that it was getting late.It didn't take long before there was a rustling sound, and Xiao Daihua, who was wearing a sweater and cotton trousers, was so anxious that he climbed upstairs on all hands and feet, with a thermos as big as a cannonball barrel on his shoulder.

Xiao Mocun couldn't hold back the dryness in his throat, and coughed in a low voice.

His father hurriedly opened the curtain and rushed to the bedside: "Son, are you feeling uncomfortable? Dad boiled pear water for you to moisten your lungs, get up and drink some."

At this moment, Xiao Mocun is lying on the single bed on the inside, which originally belonged to his father.His body was covered with two thick quilts, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

"son?"

Seeing that Xiao Mocun's eyes were sticky and could not be opened, his cheeks were flushed sickly, as if he was seriously ill, Xiao Daihua anxiously called again: "Mocun?"

"Dad." Xiao Mocun opened his eyes with force, and responded in a hoarse voice.

The broad shoulders and broad back of the past seemed to be crushed by just two quilts, and the whole person was stuck in the bed, not in good spirits.

"Thank God, you scared Dad to death!" Xiao Daihua let out a long breath, "How do you feel? Can you sit up and drink some water?"

Xiao Mocun cleared his throat, turned his head to look at his father's nervous expression and smiled.

"Dad, why are you exaggerating so much? Cough cough, I can pour the water myself if I want to drink. You don't need to come here specially to make such a big pot."

He raised his finger and pointed at the cannon barrel, with an even bigger smile on his face.

"You're still being brave!" Xiao Daihua was so angry that he wanted to hit him, but he couldn't bear it. He put the thermos in his hand on the ground, "You still want to climb the ladder when you're so sick? What if you fall down and die?"

With no strength in his hand, Xiao Mocun pulled the bed board with his backhand and lifted his body up, turning into a sitting position.

"I have to go downstairs to the toilet." He joked lightly.

"Okay, okay, don't talk!" Xiao Daihua unscrewed the lid of the pot and poured a cup of hot pear soup, and handed it to his eyes, "Drink some hot water to moisten your throat."

In order to take care of him these few days, Xiao Daihua has not opened the door to do business, and checked his body temperature and prepared him delicious food in his clothes, just like returning to his childhood.At this juncture, Xiao Mocun didn't dare to make his father unhappy anymore, so he took it honestly and drank the extremely sweet glass of sugar water.

In the end, his facial features wrinkled together, "It's too sweet."

"It's good to drink some, you son of a bitch... still think this or that!"

After taking the empty cover, Xiao Daihua looked at him complainingly, "Tell me about you, you refuse to go to the hospital when you are sick, I really don't know what you are stubborn about. Is there a scourge in the hospital? You dare not go? I know you are I don't want to run into Yu Nian, but there are more than one hospital in the whole city, you can change to another hospital or even a health station, if you insist on carrying it like this, you think you still—"

"Dad!" Xiao Mocun suddenly stopped in a deep voice.

He is indeed different today, but he doesn't need anyone's sympathy, including his father's.

Knowing that his son was not feeling well, Xiao Daihua closed his mouth sadly.

After a while, Xiao Mocun glanced over slightly, and smiled comfortingly: "Okay, isn't it all agreed, the past is over? Why did it start again?"

"What do you know..." His father looked at him worriedly, his eyes were already red, "Son, do you know that your whole life..."

But it stopped again.

"What happened to my whole life?" Xiao Mocun looked at him with a half-smile, as if he didn't care at all.

"Forget it, let's not talk anymore." Xiao Daihua waved his hands, as if to let him go, "Want to go to the toilet? Dad will help you."

Xiao Mocun shook his head, "I'm much better now, I'm leaving tomorrow, you can go about your business."

Xiao Daihua became anxious all of a sudden: "Where are you going now?! Are you still in a hurry to go to that life-threatening class?"

He has long disliked his son's work unit, not to mention the busy workday from morning to night, even on statutory holidays, he often has to work overtime, which is more oppressed than the textile workers on the assembly line in the past.

"It's not about going back to work." Xiao Mocun looked indifferent, "I just want to go out for a while."

Xiao Daihua hurriedly asked again: "Where are you going?"

I can't blame him for not being at ease. This Alpha, who has always been strong and strong, is now on the third day of heartburn-induced body temperature confusion. Even the smartest thermometer is about to deny that the data it records belong to the same person.Sometimes he was shivering with cold at one moment, and had a high fever the next moment.The organs and blood in the body seemed to have lost the ability to self-regulate overnight, and they panicked and lost their composure, running around telling the owner of this body that something had happened and something very important was missing.

After being speechless for a while, Xiao Mocun turned his head and opened a cabinet door next to the bed, his eyes lingering on an object inside for a long time.

"Dad, I want to send the child back."

The words were as heavy as if they had been buried in the soil for several years and then plowed out again.

Xiao Daihua was startled, "Where do you want to send him?"

Where else could it be.

Xiao Mocun's lips moved, "The place where I was born."

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In the twelfth lunar month of winter, it gets dark early.

After sweating all night and taking a hot bath during the day, Xiao Mocun's health finally improved.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, seeing that the sky was getting dark, he went upstairs and changed into all black.

The black suit, black tie, and black leather shoes are so oppressive that you can't breathe.But from the outside, he is that Eβ10 Alpha again.

Self-esteem is indestructible, and superiority is impenetrable.

In the attic drawer is a longevity altar that has been stored for nearly a month.

Very ordinary looking, pure white winter melon jar, the smallest size, Zhou Zhijie bought it for him outside the hospital, only fifteen centimeters high.

Such a small thing can hold Mu Mu's entire body.

It's been here too long, and now he's taking it back to where he first saw the world.He has lived there for nearly ten years, and there are still many acquaintances in the neighborhood, so it is inconvenient to go there during the day.

Xiao Daihua sent him to the car with a serious face, and told him to be careful when driving at night.He smiled and said he knew, and he would be back by eleven o'clock at the latest.

In fact, he didn't need his father to ask him to know that the car must be driven more steadily if there are children around.

The columbarium was placed in the passenger seat by him, as if he really wanted to take the child to see the world, he was carefully fixed with the seat belt, and finally set off on the road.

Xiao Mocun used to think that he would not have children, but later Yu Nian became pregnant.I haven't had time to buy any baby stuff, and the baby is gone.Life is full of ups and downs, and the two people who should be comforted and healed are now strangers.He couldn't bear to let Yu Nian see this thing again, so he could only take it away by himself.

After driving for nearly two hours, he finally returned to the countryside where he had been away for a long time, without disturbing anyone.

The house I lived in when I was a child was sold early, including the backyard, in order to make up for the rent and living expenses of moving to Los Angeles.After changing hands several times, no one lives there now.

Fortunately, the pine tree is still there.

It was the one that Xiao Daihua picked up from Xiao Mocun.

He heard from his father more than once that it was night when he picked up his little baby, but it was the end of summer.The cicadas were singing, the wind was calm, and the shadows of the trees were whirling. He was wrapped in a dark velvet blanket, together with a few banknotes.

A few hundred yuan at that time was not a small amount, enough to feed an ordinary family for several months.Xiao Daihua, who got the "ill-gotten wealth" and picked up the abandoned baby, was shocked and frightened, so he took him to the county hospital for an examination the next day, but it turned out that everything was normal unexpectedly.

How could an Alpha boy with no birth defects and no obvious diseases be thrown away for no reason?

After thinking about it for several days, Xiao Daihua didn't have an answer.

But in just a few days, feeding porridge, water, and wiping his face and hands, he couldn't let go of this little baby anymore. From then on, he began to raise and teach him for decades.

I don't know what day Xiao Mocun was born, so I simply set the day when I found him as his birthday.I don't know who his mother is, so I simply assume that he grew out of the pine tree.

This pine tree is the root of Xiao Mocun, representing his abandoned past and adopted childhood——

Miserable and lucky, poor but content.The poor have nothing but superfluous arrogance.

Now his child who died before full term was also brought back here by him, eager to find a sense of security belonging to their Xiao family father and son.

The car stumbled and drove through the dusty country road, and it was already dark when it arrived at a familiar place.

The dirt road behind the old house was too narrow to drive in, so Xiao Mocun parked the car in an open space tens of meters away, and walked in with the urn in his arms.Fortunately, I didn't meet anyone along the way, except for two yellow dogs, who looked at him curiously as they passed by, perhaps thinking about what this terrific man was holding in his arms.

When he walked behind the tile-roofed house, everything in front of him seemed to have never changed, and the pine tree was still there motionless, as if waiting for him.

The withered and yellow leaves fell all over the ground, the branches were almost bare, and there was a monkey rubber band under the tree that children jumped over.

Xiao Mocun suddenly regretted choosing this place.

He was afraid that the children would step on and hurt his Mu Mu.

But if he wasn't buried here, where could he take Mu Mu?There was no better choice, because he had no other home.

As close as father and son, after all, not father and son.Putting the ashes of a child who has no blood relationship with his father in a business place, he is afraid that his father will not want it after a long time.In order to avoid embarrassment for his father, he decided to take it away.As for himself, he will move to a hotel for a period of time as soon as he recovers from his illness, and he will rent a house after finding a house.

He couldn't even buy a cemetery, because his Mu Mu didn't even have an identity.

Just like him when he was born, he has no name, no household registration, and no identity.

Mu Mu, you, like your father, are an unblessed person.

God refuses to give us a little kindness, let us come alone and go away full of pain.

But you are luckier than Dad, at least you have a baby name, Yu Nian who loves you sincerely, and me who will never forget you.

Walking to the root of the tree, he put the urn aside, dug a hole as deep as his forearm as best he could, and then put the white altar in.

A hand full of mud is like a hand full of sin.

He knelt on the ground before covering him with the loess, but the man still shed two tears after all, passing across his sharp face and hitting his golden knee.

Mu Mu, it's dad's fault, it's dad who's sorry for you.

If there is an afterlife, you must be smarter and stop being your father's child.