Mu Mu felt that someone was trying to catch him, so he subconsciously pulled out Po Jun and looked at the person with vigilance: "What are you doing?"
Duanmuling felt he had lost his composure, covered his mouth and coughed twice: "I'm sorry, I got the wrong person. The back of this little brother is somewhat similar to that of a friend of mine."
Mumu looked him up and down suspiciously, and seemed to think that the man's dog-like clothes did not look malicious, so he took Pojun away and ignored him, and continued to pull his own grass.
Duanmuling stood by and watched him finish pulling out the weeds and then went to the nearby grave to pull out the weeds. Is this kid here to do volunteer work?
Mu Xi was originally resting today, but Mu Xi asked him to come here to pay homage to a relative because he was too busy. After asking about the approximate location and characteristics, Mu Xi came here in a daze.
It was only when we got here that we discovered that the characteristics described by Mu Xi were applicable to every grave. Then I realized that I didn't seem to ask the name of his relative clearly. Maybe he didn't hear clearly what he said.
After finding the approximate location of the wood, I started to clean it up one by one. This place was so desolate, so I thought it was a way of caring for their children.
Duanmuling saw how playful the kid was and couldn't help but call him: "Kid, what's your name?"
Mu Mu stopped what he was doing and thought for a moment: "Lin Fei, my name is Lin Fei." This is the name given to him by the young master, and Mu Mu still likes this name very much."
Lin Fei, it’s a very nice name, are you here to pay homage to your relatives?”
Just as Mu Mu was about to answer truthfully that he was here for a friend, he remembered that the young master and Mu Xi had always warned him that he should always be vigilant when outside and not always answer strangers' questions truthfully and tell others everything.
I had to change my mind: "Yeah, what else can I do here? My friend who I used to play with died of illness. Fortunately, my life was bought by the owner. I come here to see him every year."
I'm sorry, Mu Xi. When I go back, I will definitely pray for you by eating fast and chanting Buddha's name for a month, no, two months!
Duanmu Ling said oh, he had a very honest face, probably no one thought he could lie.
"Your friend is very lucky that you still remember him and are willing to come and see him every year."
Mu Mu was embarrassed: "He always thinks I'm stupid and says he's really unlucky to meet me."
These words were depressing. Mu Mu lowered his head and burned a handful of paper money in his hand, and smoke escaped. Lao Gao accidentally caught his eyes from the smoke, Mu Mu covered his eyes and jumped far away, tears streaming down his face.
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Duanmuling took out a handkerchief and handed it to him. Mumu took it with his eyes closed and whispered thank you, blaming himself for lying just now. This person is quite good.
"Did you know? I have a younger brother who would be about the same age as you if he were still alive. How old are you?"
Mu Mu was still rubbing his eyes: "This year is thirteen."
Duanmu Ling groaned and calculated slowly: "It should be about the same age. He doesn't like to talk and has no energy all day long."
Mu Mu stopped rubbing his eyes, and the tears stopped flowing so much: "You don't like him?"
Duanmu Ling touched his chin: "It can't be said that I don't like him. I have a lot of things to do every day, and he's not like other children who just smile with a few candies. I don't know how to get along with him, so I try not to get along with him.
say."
"Then why did you talk again?" Mu Mu blinked his big eyes and looked very curious.
"Well, one day he ran into my study and read secretly, and I caught him, so I gave him the book. He seemed quite happy, and I found that he was also quite easy to coax.
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"So you always give him books?"
Duanmuling shook his head: "Then I left home and went out to work, and I haven't seen him for a long time."
Mu Mu felt that his words were a bit contradictory: "You just said that if he is still alive..."
Duanmuling stood up: "I don't know if he is still alive, because no one at home cares about him."
Mumu thought that this was probably an unfortunate child born into a rich family, and couldn't help but speak for him: "Then you can go back and see him often."
Duanmuling tilted his head and thought for a moment: "I will. Goodbye, little brother."
Seeing him looking like he was about to leave, Mumu stopped him very strangely: "Aren't you here to worship someone?"
Duanmuling looked serious: "No, I just went the wrong way. Now I have to go back. You should also go back early. Be careful that the master will deduct your wages."
Mu Xin said that I didn't even get paid anywhere, but he still nodded seriously on the surface, watching the white figure gradually disappear into the distant forest.
It wasn't until the shadow was no longer visible that Mu Mu realized that he still had the handkerchief in his hand. He unfolded the brocade handkerchief, which seemed to be of good quality.
The white silk has a section of emerald bamboo embroidered in the corner, as well as an upright character "Ling". "It looks like it's his name?"
Mu Mu frowned and thought, had he really gone the wrong way? Who would come to the cemetery for no reason? It was during the Qingming Festival, but he didn't bring anything and looked relaxed, and it certainly didn't look like he was here to worship.
of relatives.
With a lot of doubts, he burned the remaining paper money, patted the ashes in his hands and bowed politely to several graves: "I'm really sorry, I didn't ask Mu Xi clearly, he will come here in person next time
Yes, I will come with him to make amends when the time comes." After bowing to the wood a few times, he went down the mountain.
After Duanmuling came down the mountain, he found a restaurant and sat down, holding a wine bowl in his hand and dazing.
He was not the deputy sect leader of the Tiandi Sect since he was born. For a long time, he also kept a distance from these martial arts forces. At that time, he was the eldest son of the Duanmu family and had many things to be busy with.
I am busy with my family business.
It's a pity that as businessmen, no matter how wealthy their family background is, it can't change the fact that their status is low. Although their family was the first to stand up to distribute food and provide disaster relief after the war, in the end they still did not escape the tragedy of family destruction and death.
His parents had believed in Buddhism and had good intentions all their lives, and the accumulated merits could not keep them alive. As for the younger brother who was always silent, he was probably kidnapped and sold.
Although I didn't know why I suddenly thought of the kid named Lin Fei today when I saw him, but in fact, Duanmuling couldn't remember how old he was at all. Even his appearance was a bit blurry. He could only vaguely remember holding a book.
His bright smiling eyes.
He is thin and small, and looks several years younger than his peers. However, the boys in the Duanmu family are pretty good-looking. If that child is alive, I hope he lives somewhere peacefully and does not participate in these things.