As the young man walked out, the chopsticks in my hand fell to the table.

I couldn't see my own expression, but I knew that at this moment I must be extremely surprised, dumbfounded, and dumbfounded.

Mo...Mo Yu?!

That young man just now was called Mo Yu?!

In the world... could there be such a coincidence in the world?

I'm not saying that people with the same name and surname cannot exist in the world, but yesterday I was angry with Zhao Hu because of Mo Yu. I felt that Mo Yu was a shadow hanging over my heart. All day long, my mind was full of Mo Yu, Mo Yu, Mo Yu.

Fish, it turns out that I randomly entered a farmer's house, and the young man I met happened to be named Mo Yu?!

Even if they have the same name and surname, it's just too much of a coincidence.

I thought I was dreaming - I had been thinking about Mo Yu for a whole day, and it was normal to dream about Mo Yu. Although I didn’t know what Mo Yu looked like, I had always heard Zhao Hu and others say that Mo Yu was handsome and sunny.

, cheerful, confident, always with a friendly smile on his face, so I can sketch a little image in my mind. The young man who just appeared is quite consistent with my imagination of Mo Yu.

Must be dreaming.

I pinched myself hard.

It hurts and hurts.

Not a dream!

Damn it, that young man is really called Mo Yu, and he looks exactly like the Mo Yu I imagined. The key is that he also speaks fluent Northern dialect!

Although I repeatedly thought this was impossible and just a coincidence, I couldn't help but put down my bowl and chopsticks and hurried out to see what was going on.

This is a medium-sized courtyard, which is very common in southern rural areas. There is a middle-aged woman standing at the door of the courtyard. Her eyebrows are somewhat similar to that of a young man named Mo Yu. She must be Mo Yu's mother, who is still chattering.

He said: "Go and come back quickly. Your uncle Li's cotton should also be sent over. He has been waiting for several days."

"I know, Mom." Mo Yu took out a pole and two buckets from behind the door.

At this moment, Mo Yu turned around and saw me, and immediately said: "Hey, why did you come out and finish your meal so quickly? If you are not in any serious condition, go to the entrance of our village and take the bus. There is a bus back to Jinling there.

The city’s carriage.”

Mo Yu's mother also said: "Young man, you woke up, are you okay?"

It can be seen that Mo Yu and his mother are both kind-hearted people. They can be so considerate to a stranger like me, let alone the friends and neighbors around them?

More importantly, when they speak, they all have our accent.

My heart was pounding, but I still pretended to be calm. I thanked Mo Yu's mother first and said I was fine, then said to Mo Yu: "I'm not in a hurry. I just woke up."

, I just want to stretch my muscles and bones, let’s go fetch water with you.”

Mo Yu laughed again and said, "You have just recovered, okay?"

I patted my chest and said don't worry, it's still strong.

"Okay, then you can go with me."

Mo Yu took out a pair of poles and two buckets from behind the door.

I have never done this kind of work since I was a child. It’s not that my family is rich, but tap water has long been common. Every household has a faucet. It feels a bit ancient to carry water. But it’s not difficult to master the balance on both sides.

That's fine. It just takes a little getting used to. Mo Yu and I each carried two empty buckets and walked out of the courtyard gate one after another and walked towards the well not far away.

I was also very surprised on the way, so I asked Mo Yu: "Don't you even have running water here?"

The South should not be so wealthy.

Mo Yu told me: "Tap water has been connected for a long time, but it has been polluted in recent years. The water that comes out is soy sauce color and is impossible to drink. If you want to complain, there is no way. If you complain, no one will care about it, so everyone

Started drinking water from the well again."

In this way, it is better if there are young and middle-aged people at home, but it will be pitiful if the elderly are alone. There is no one in the family to carry water, and if there is no one to help, they will not even be able to drink water.

For example, his neighbor Aunt Wang's wife died early, and her children both went out to work. Mo Yu would help carry two buckets of water every morning when she got up.

I jokingly said: "You are helping out on a purely voluntary basis!"

Mo Yu also smiled and said: "It's easy to do. Anyway, I am young and strong. It doesn't cost me any extra effort."

Walking on the path in the village, Mo Yu kept saying hello to people, and he had a very sweet mouth. It was either this uncle or that aunt. Everyone talked to him cheerfully. It was obvious that he was very popular in the village.

.

Mo Yu laughed when he saw people, and the other people were infected by him and started laughing too. The whole journey was filled with laughter and laughter, which made this quiet and elegant village more harmonious.

Some people also asked Mo Yu to help, saying that the wall at home was broken, or that there was no one to pick up the children after school in the afternoon. Mo Yu would happily agree and agree happily, saying that it didn't matter, it would be taken care of by him.

During the process of carrying water, I encountered two villagers arguing on the road. It seemed to be some trivial matter, but the two of them had a heated argument, blushing and thick-necked. Mo Yu walked over to help them make peace. The two villagers were both very old.

He's quite old, at least in his fifties. At first glance, he can tell

They all have very stubborn tempers, but Mo Yu, who is in his twenties, speaks in a gentle and clear manner. He talks about what is wrong with this and what is wrong with that. In just a few words, the two villagers are convinced.

Orally, they even apologized to each other, and then shook hands to make peace.

Mo Yu is indeed very powerful. He is like a light or a fire. Wherever he goes, it becomes brighter and warmer.

I really don't want to connect him with the Mo Yu mentioned by Zhao Hu and others. Although the name "Mo Yu" is relatively rare, it does not mean that there are no people with the same name. But he is so similar to Zhao Hu.

Mo Yu is exactly the same as others say, warm, sunny, kind, cheerful, and able to bring strength to people around him all the time.

Wherever he is, there is always laughter and harmony.

Is there really such a coincidence in the world that people with the same name and surname have exactly the same personality?

After we picked up the water, we went to Aunt Wang’s house together and poured the water into the kitchen water tank. Aunt Wang was over seventy and her legs and feet were inconvenient, but she still came over shakily and held Mo Yu’s hand.

, said Mo Yu, thank you very much. Without you, I don’t know how I could survive.

Mo Yu wiped the sweat from his head and said with a smile: "Aunt Wang, you are serious. If you need anything, just say hello. I'm next door and can come over at any time."

"well……"

Aunt Wang tremblingly walked us to the door.

After helping Aunt Wang carry water, she went to help Uncle Li deliver cotton. Uncle Li had to sell the cotton he had beaten, but it was too busy for one person, so Mo Yu and I helped him deliver it to the supply and marketing station at the head of the village. Uncle Li also

I was so grateful that I held Mo Yu's hand and thanked him profusely. Mo Yu also said you're welcome, it was just a small effort.

Then, Mo Yu and I helped mend the fence at Uncle Zhao's house, helped Aunt Li send her grandson to kindergarten, helped Uncle Sun put the chain on his tricycle, and also mediated the conflict between Aunt Zhou and her daughter-in-law...

There were really too many things going on in the morning, and I started to feel a little irritable. I was almost losing myself by helping others so much. Should I do my own thing? Mo Yu, however, remained calm and unhurried.

Enjoy it. Every time the group of people accomplishes something, he will breathe a sigh of relief, as if the mission has been completed.

After all this busy work, it was noon.

Then I went home for dinner.

I also breathed a sigh of relief and said to Mo Yu with a smile: "Are you busy with these things every day?"

Mo Yu said: "Yeah, I'm free anyway, so it would be nice to help everyone."

I said: "You don't need to make money, go to work, do a part-time job or something."

Mo Yu said: "I have planted a few acres of land myself, which is enough for my own food and family expenses. I don't need too much money, so I have a lot of free time."

I sighed in my heart, maybe there are such people in the world. They like to burn themselves and illuminate others. They are the happiest when they can help others. They say that Lei Feng is a man-made god. He writes all the good deeds he does in a diary. Little do they know that there really are such people in the world.

This kind of person likes to do good things and can get great happiness and satisfaction from it.

It's really great.

After returning home, Mo Yu started cooking again, chopping vegetables and cooking. Everything was done in an orderly manner. It seemed that there was nothing he didn't know how to do.

I also helped him with things like getting firewood, washing vegetables and so on.

Until then, the two of us had time to chat.

Mo Yu said: "Thank you for your hard work this morning. After dinner, you can take the car and leave. It will only take more than an hour to return to the city."

I said there was no rush, since I had nothing to do anyway, and there was nothing to do when I returned to the city.

Mo Yucai said: "Your accent doesn't sound like a local. What did you do in Jinling? How did you end up here?"

Our topic finally connected with the morning.

I said, "What about you? Your accent doesn't sound like a local. Where are you from?"

Mo Yu said casually: "Me, I'm from Ronghai. It's a small city. I guess you haven't heard of it."

My heart suddenly started pounding.

Oh my God, is there really such a coincidence in the world?!

Is this Mo Yu... really the dead Mo Yu?

I said calmly: "Oh, of course I know Ronghai, I came from Ronghai."

With a "clang" sound, Mo Yu dropped the spatula in his hand.

"Oh..." Mo Yu looked a little panicked, "So you are also from Ronghai. What a coincidence."

Mo Yu picked up the spatula again and continued to stir-fry the vegetables, but I could clearly see that his hands were shaking slightly, and cold sweat began to drip from his forehead.

Is this fear or guilt?

When most people meet a fellow countryman, shouldn't they be very excited and hold the other person's hand and talk non-stop?

Why is this Mo Yu in front of me so panicked?
Chapter completed!