When they returned to Elephant Village, Madam Xiao asked Mo to send Yin Ning home.
"Thank you, Auntie. Yin Ning is free. I will definitely visit you often.”
When they parted ways at the fork, Yin Ning's small mouth was like it was smeared with honey. The smile on her pretty face was exceptionally sweet. This scene made Madam Xiao extremely sweet.
"Hey! When the time comes, just come directly."
Madam Xiao smiled.
At this moment, Mrs. Xiao looked at the beautiful little girl in front of her and sighed in her heart. It was like an ant scratching an itch.
She cast a complicated glance at Mo.
If Mo had a noble title or was a famous person, she would have shamelessly gone to the Yin Manor to propose marriage.
However, Madam Xiao also understood that this was just her fantasy.
Regardless of Yin Ning's looks or social status, she was the best choice. Naturally, as the in-laws of the Yin Manor, without fame and fortune, the matter of proposing marriage was simply a fantasy.
“......”
Mo blinked and instinctively took a step back.
Looking at his mother's resentful gaze, he didn't understand how he had provoked his mother again, or if Yin Ning had caused him trouble again.
"Hurry up and send Ning 'er back."
For some reason, Madam Xiao, who had always been extremely satisfied with her son, was getting angrier and angrier as she looked at Mo, especially when she saw Mo's retreating appearance. At that moment, Madam Xiao's heart was filled with anger.
If he was so cowardly, how could he find a wife in the future?!!
He pinched Mo's ear in annoyance, causing Mo to suck in a breath of cold air in pain.
"It hurts!"
Ignoring Mo's cries, Mrs. Xiao looked at Yin Ning.
"If this kid dares to bully you again in the future, tell me and I'll beat him to death.”
Madam Xiao's words made Yin Ning extremely happy. Her already sweet smile became even more radiant at that moment.
However, what Mo could not accept was that when Madam Xiao looked at Yin Ning again, Yin Ning had already stopped smiling and lowered his head. He said submissively.
"Brother Mo didn't bully Ning 'er."
The gentle voice was filled with fear.
Almost in an instant, ten thousand thoughts flew through Mo Xin's mind.
He stared at Yin Ning with his mouth agape.
This girl was a devil!
Just as Yin Ning finished speaking, a miserable scream came from the fork.
"Ah! It hurts, mother!"
........
When the fork in the road returned to silence, Madam Xiao and Father Mo watched as Yin Ning and the others left.
"Wife, don't think too much."
No one knew his wife better than Ruofu, just like how Mo was extremely familiar with Yin Ning. Father Mo also knew what Madam Xiao was thinking. Everyone wanted Mo Ting to have a wife like Yin Ning, but reality was cruel.
At least compared to Yin Ning now.
One was heaven, and the other was earth.
Since ancient times, there had never been a good family like Yin Ning who was willing to marry a youth like Mo.
"Sigh ~!"
Mrs. Xiao sighed and glanced at Father Mo. She then looked in the direction that Yin Ning had left with a melancholic expression.
If only Yin Ning could be his daughter-in-law.
Although she had not met Yin Ning many times, Yin Ning was like a piece of sweet honey every time, making Madam Xiao's heart feel very happy.
Yin Ning, who was well-behaved and sensible, and had a stunning appearance, was undoubtedly Madam Xiao's ideal daughter-in-law.
"If Mo 'er gets the title of nobility in the future, and that girl Yin Ning is not married, I will go and propose marriage no matter what.”
Madam Xiao, who was unwilling to give up, felt as if she was holding back her anger. With that, he turned around and walked back.
"Let's go home."
Father Mo could only smile bitterly when he saw this.
He was the only person in his family who had been on the battlefield, and he was also one of the few people who had survived the battlefield.
He couldn't bear to break the beautiful dream in Madam Xiao's heart, nor did he dare to tell Madam Xiao about the danger of enlisting, nor would he tell her how difficult it was to obtain the title of nobility.
“......”
He glanced at his wife who had turned around to leave, then looked at Mo's back.
There were some things he didn't say.
For example.
Although the battlefield was cruel, he believed in Mo.
The current world would only belong to the present, but in the future, he had faith in Mo.
Otherwise, why would he agree to go to the battlefield with Mo Wuji?
That night, when he heard Mo say that he was going to the battlefield, he opened his mouth and wanted to stop him. However, when he saw Mo hugging the crying Mrs. Xiao, he looked at him and smiled.
Father Mo saw maturity in that smile.
For a moment, he was stunned. It was from that moment onwards.
He understood that Mo 'er, who had always been a child in his heart, had unknowingly grown up.
When he said,'I want to go to the battlefield.'
Father Mo didn't see the arrogance in the youth's eyes.
In Mo's eyes, he saw calmness, restraint, and calmness.
It was also because of this gaze that he did not insist on Mo becoming a student for the first time.
Because…
He had seen this kind of gaze before.
Although it was only once, he would never forget it.
Perhaps he had been wrong all along.
That night, Father Mo laid in bed and examined himself for the first time.
Thinking back to the past, he suddenly realized that whether it was himself, his wife, or the villagers.
Everyone could only see Mo's ordinariness and his flaws.
It was all because of this that everyone ignored the fact that in their eyes, the young man who did not have the potential to be a strong person would wield a bundle of firewood every day like a sharp sword.
Whether it was the early spring when everything was growing, the scorching summer, the busy autumnal equinox, or the cold winter with heavy snow.
Four years had passed, and the wind, rain, and thunder had not changed.
The unremarkable wood had deceived everyone. He still remembered that when he carefully observed the wooden bundle in the young man's hand the next morning, he was stunned on the spot.
The wooden sticks that everyone had laughed at previously had unknowingly become more than ten.
The power of the swing, the sound of the wind, and the figure in the white fog.
It turned out that the young man who was looked down upon by everyone had been working hard during those four years, under everyone's slander.
Scholar Road, Warrior Road.
All of this was no longer the answer.
When that youth picked up the first wooden stick amidst all the doubts, perhaps he already had his own sun, moon, and galaxy in his heart.
He recalled his thoughts.
"My grandson will definitely be a great general in the future!”
When he thought of Mo 'er's grandmother's words again and the old lady's smile reappeared in his mind, Father Mo felt as if an electric current had passed through his mind.
He suddenly felt something.
The old man's smile.
It turned out that it was not just a smile for Mo 'er.
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