Mo Zihao did not resist his sister, and they took a taxi and rushed to Fuxing Street.
There was still light rain in the sky, the sky was gray, and the sky and the earth were filled with mist.
Mo Zihao got out of the car and opened a small umbrella to let his sister get down. Mo Xinnian put her schoolbag on her back and raised her eyes and smiled at her brother.
"Creak! Creak..."
"Bang..." Suddenly, there was an emergency braking sound ahead, and the impact made Mo Xinnian retract one of her feet. She looked ahead through the glass in horror.
Under the drizzle, the fronts of two cars collided with each other. On the zebra crossing not far away, a tall woman with long hair screamed and frantically threw herself at a small child who fell on the ground.
boy……
"Oh my god!" the male driver said in a deep voice, "I hit someone."
"Bah!" Mo Zihao dropped the umbrella in his hand, and a gust of wind blew the umbrella into the middle of the driveway.
"Crunch, crunch..." Many cars stopped one after another, some shouted, some ran, the sky became gloomier, and the wind and rain suddenly became much heavier.
Mo Xinnian grabbed the car door, her little hands kept shaking, and her eyes were full of fear. She seemed not to believe that she knew the woman in the yellow skirt.
She opened her big eyes, stared blankly for a few seconds, and then shook her head vigorously.
Impossible! Impossible!
"Brother, brother!" But her heart was beating so fast, and fear was like a monster rushing towards her, so she screamed in fear, her voice floating like a gust of wind.
"Brother, look at Xiaobo quickly. Xiaobo is in front of Da Ma."
Mo Zihao grabbed her trembling hand, and Mo Xinnian raised her face. She saw that her brother's face was wet, and she didn't know if it was rain or tears. His face was also full of panic.
"Brother, is Xiaobo here?" Mo Xinnian almost cried. She had never seen her brother afraid of anything. Such an expression made her very scared.
At this time, the driver of the taxi had already got out of the car and ran over, ignoring them.
"He...he is here." Mo Zihao's voice was shaking, and his body was shaking.
He seemed to have been hit by a gust of cold wind, and his whole body couldn't help but shiver.
"Then take me to take a look." Mo Xinnian raised her feet, but as soon as she landed on the ground, her legs softened and she almost fell to the ground.
Mo Zihao hugged her and blocked her view with his body.
"Brother, before we go to Malaysia, don't let Xiaobo wait for us." Mo Xinnian buried her face in Mo Zihao's arms. She didn't need her brother to block her, and she didn't want to look at the group of people surrounding her. She wanted to look at it.
It's Xiaobo.
Xiaobo must still be in front of the Malaysia sculpture.
"Okay." Mo Zihao took her hand, and they walked slowly towards the horse sculpture on the street in the rain.
There was no one in front of the sculpture. Those with umbrellas and those without umbrellas gathered around the zebra crossing. They stepped on the water on the ground and bright red blood.
The blood was flowing, slowly spreading, and the area became larger, like blood flowers falling from the sky.
A woman was crying, her cry was very shrill, as if her heart was being torn...
This sound should be familiar to them, but after passing through the rain curtain, it seemed unfamiliar. They had never thought that this sound would sound so deafening now, and it almost shattered their little hearts.
Mo Xinnian stood blankly in front of the sculpture, the Mickey Mouse schoolbag on her back slowly getting wet, and water slowly dripping down.
The raindrops were not heavy, but they still soaked Mo Zihao's and Mo Xinnian's hair and clothes. They looked at the horse, neither of them said anything, and they held their hands tightly together.
It's just that their hands are very cold.
"Dirty..." The ambulance came, and so did the police car. The sirens, which were long and short, drowned out the cries.
Soon, the crowd on the zebra crossing slowly dispersed, and police officers were evacuating the traffic and handling the accident...
The sky suddenly became much brighter again, and a patch of blood seemed to appear in front of Mo Xinnian's eyes. In that bright red color, Mo Yabo was smiling, with an extremely bright smile, waving to her, "Sister, sister, I'm here, I'm here."
Here..."
Mo Xinnian's lips seemed to be purple from the rain. The raindrops were obviously starting to get smaller, but the water drops on her face kept flowing like a waterfall.
"Xiao Bo..." She stretched out her hand to pull Mo Yabo, but her hand passed through his shoulder and what she touched was a cold sculpture.
"Xiao Bo, sister is here, sister is already here."
"Sister, you are so kind! I like you."
"I know."
"Sister, I also like Aunt Ling, I will call her mommy."
"I know."
"Sister, I wasn't a good boy before. To be a good boy in the future, you have to always like me, okay?"
"good."
"Sister, my brother will also like me, right?"
"right."
"I love you!" "We love...love you too."
"Sister, you are so beautiful, let me touch your face."
"Well, you can touch it."
Mo Xinnian was murmuring to herself while touching the sculpture. Mo Zihao looked sideways at her and saw that her little shoulders were shaking violently, but he could not hear clearly what she was saying.
"Sister." Mo Zihao held her in his arms, his voice choked with sobs, "Go home, Xiaobo, he has already taken a plane back to Paris."
"No, he won't fly until tomorrow. I have to wait for him here. He must have gone far away." Mo Xinnian pushed Mo Zihao away and slowly sat down against the sculpture...
Mo Ye and Ling Kexin rushed to the Malaysia sculpture. The two children were soaked in the rain. They lowered their heads. The brother held his sister's shoulders, and the sister held her schoolbag in her arms...
They were like a pair of abandoned children, with deep sadness floating around them.
That night, Mo Xinnian was sent to the hospital because she had a high fever and kept shouting indistinctly: "Xiaobo, Xiaobo, don't leave..."
Ling Kexin sat sleepless in front of the hospital bed, holding her daughter's little hand, tears streaming down her face.
Mo Xinnian had been in a coma for a day, murmuring intermittently, and her brows were slightly furrowed, looking very sad and uneasy.
The next day, Wu Qiong arrived at the ward with the support of Mo Yiting. In two days, she lost a lot of weight and was so haggard that she could hardly walk.
With red and slightly swollen eyes, she sat silently in front of the hospital bed and took Mo Xinnian's little hand from Ling Kexin.
"Baby, I am grandma. Grandma tells you that Xiaobo has taken a plane to Paris. He asked me to tell you that you must study hard and live happily... You can't cry, you can only laugh, and be happy and beautiful.
little angel!"
Wu Qiong touched her little hand and looked at her flushed face and white lips. Her heart ached as if a hand was tightly grasping every nerve.
After losing Xiaobo, now looking at this granddaughter, she cherishes and loves her even more.
"My kind granddaughter..." She sighed and burst into tears.
Moer Ye took Mo Zihao to help deal with Mo Yabo's funeral. He didn't want to take Mo Zihao with him, because no matter how sensible the child was, he was still too young.
However, Mo Zihao insisted on going.
In the funeral parlor, there were many flowers placed next to the small crystal coffin. Mo Zihao stood quietly next to it, holding a box of chess pieces in his hand, looking at the beautiful doll face inside, his lips trembling, his lips moving.
Eyes wet.
There was a voice in his heart that only he and Mo Yabo could hear, "Xiao Bo, brother forgives you, brother also likes you...brother will miss you!"
He placed the chess box on the crystal pavilion, and tears fell from his eyes as he could no longer accumulate them.
I have never thought that Mo Yabo is very important in my life. I just listen to my parents and be kind and loving to others.
Little did he know that after he left, his heart would feel empty. It turned out that he, Mo Zihao, had unknowingly regarded Mo Yabo as his biological brother.
Sitting in front of the crystal coffin, Chu Tianyu had disheveled hair. Her face was swollen, and the scars on her face looked more eye-catching and frightening. Her eyes were hollow and lifeless, like two dried-up blue holes.
If she hadn't gone to find Mo Yabo yesterday, or if she hadn't caught him back to the hotel after finding him, Mo Yabo wouldn't have escaped or rushed to the driveway in the rain...
It's her fault, it's all her fault! The child wants to stay in Jiangbin to study, but she doesn't agree!
The child ran out while she and her grandmother were out shopping. The grandfather who was looking after him was in the bathroom at the time. He didn't know that he just ran out of the hotel penniless.
Later, the owner of the fruit stall said: "This kid made a phone call and hasn't paid yet. He said he would wait for his sister to come over to pay. Who knew his mother would come to catch him and take him back? He would run to the zebra crossing, which happened to be a red light.
well……"
A sigh that made countless people sigh and shake their heads.
Chu Tianyu seemed to have lost his soul. He did not eat, drink, cry or laugh. He only repeated one sentence in his mouth: "God is punishing me, he took Xiaobo away. God is punishing me, he took Xiaobo away."
Bo..."
Chu's mother is bedridden, and Chu's father takes care of her. The only people who can take care of the funeral are the Morye brothers and Eric.
Mor Ye didn't sleep for two nights, his eyes were red, his face looked tired, and there was a trace of sadness lingering between his eyebrows. He dealt with one thing in an orderly manner. When he was free, he stood upright in front of the crystal coffin and looked at
Looking at the boy inside who was quiet and seemed to be asleep.
"Daddy! You hug me, you hug me!"
"Daddy, will you always love me?"
"Daddy, I am your biological child, right?"
"Daddy, I want to be with you and my brothers and sisters forever."
Mo Yabo, he never said until his death that he was not the father of Mo Ye, because this was the oath he and Mo Xinnian made. If he didn't tell it, he would get his father and the love of all the adults!
I was born by daddy, I must be born by daddy...
If he talks too much, he will naturally acquiesce in his heart. Only by forgetting his own life experience can he live happily.
He is very small but very sensitive.
Because he is afraid of losing love and being abandoned...
Mo Zihao's innocent words kept echoing in Mo Zihao's ears. His eyes became redder and the moisture in the corners of his eyes became thicker. When Mo Zihao looked at him with tears in his eyes, he happened to see two lines
Hot tears slipped from my father's handsome eyes...
Three days later, Mo Yabo was buried in Jiangbin City Cemetery. Because he liked Jiangbin and the people here, Father Chu decided to let him stay.
In the afternoon of that day, Chu's father, accompanied by Eric, took his sick mother Chu, and Chu Tianyu, who was in a trance and had not spoken any more, by plane and flew to Paris, France...
A week later, Mo Xinnian regained her energy and energy. There were many dolls in front of her hospital bed, including boys and girls.
Ren Yifei's belly was slightly swollen. She was wearing a loose skirt and stood in front of the hospital bed making faces at Mo Xinnian. "Pretty little girl, I'll do you a favor. Mother Rabbit and her baby rabbits are looking for you to be popular."
It’s a carrot…”
She drew a circle on her belly and stretched out her hand towards Mo Xinnian.
Mo Xinnian was amused by her and grabbed an apple and gave it to her.
Ren Yifei happily held her face and kissed her, "Hey, you are such a good boy, come here and touch your little sister." She put Mo Xinnian's hand on her belly.
"Is it from my family?" Mo Xinnian blinked, and his eyes shone with aura.
"Of course, if you call me godmother, she will be your sister."
"I will like her."
Ren Yifei touched her head and smiled slightly, "I knew my family was the most caring."
Mo Xinnian suddenly suppressed a smile and turned to look at the row of dolls on the bed table. Ren Yifei knew that she was thinking of Mo Yabo again, and quickly put a doll with yellow hair and blue eyes in a hat into her arms.
"Here, he is your brother, you have to love him too."
"He can't speak." Mo Xinnian touched that beautiful face.
"Yes." Ren Yifei turned on the switch.
"Sister, sister... Hello! Hello! Do you like me?" The doll suddenly opened its mouth and made a childish and crisp voice.
Mo Xinnian was stunned for a moment, then she grinned like she was crying, her eyes were red, and she choked out: "I like it."