Morning Star

After thinking for a long time, he finally let out a breath, looking at the strand of hair in his hand and muttering, "In the future...can you not threaten me all the time and want to kill me? If you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me...you know I'm a coward."

Her voice sounded extremely aggrieved.

Mo Xinglan remained silent. Was that why he was angry?

After a moment, he laughed at himself and said calmly, "So... you regret the agreement you made with me to come to Piaomiao Domain with you?"

So in the end, she was no different from them, just trying to use him. Was she finally going to kick him out now?

Chujiu was very confused after hearing what he said. She frowned and looked up: "Who said I regretted it? What are you thinking?"

What was going on in this person's mind all day? Why did he say something that made her unable to react?

"..." Mo Xinglan paused, raised his eyes and looked at her in disbelief.

No regrets? Really?

Chujiu put down the hair in her hands, stood up, and cleaned up the dishes: "What is there to regret? It was me who insisted on letting you come, so you should be the one to regret it."

After a pause, he exhaled: "Forget it, let's not talk about this."

Chujiu had packed up the dishes and was about to take them downstairs when Mo Xinglan stood up and took the dishes next to her: "I'll do it."

“…” She let go of his hand generously.

He should have been the one to serve it.

Mo Xinglan walked downstairs holding the bowl with mixed feelings, the corners of his mouth slightly curved without him even realizing it.

……

At night, Chujiu lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

The system said that I got a memory dream. Will I be able to use this memory dream when I sleep tonight?

What will you see? Whose memories?

As I was thinking, I started to feel sleepy, the things in front of me became blurry, and I fell asleep.

……

"Be good, Lan'er, don't go out."

"The world outside is dangerous, just stay in the yard."

"If you are discovered outside the barrier, you will die."

"Lan'er, be obedient. Mother will be back tomorrow."

The woman's gentle voice sounded as softly as the breeze, ethereal and pleasant to the ear.

As the voice fell, snowflakes began to float in the pale sky.

Snow was falling outside the door, and the accumulated snow gradually covered the ground in the yard and the dying tree.

A little boy of three or four years old, wearing a light blue cotton-padded jacket, stood by the door, looking expectantly at the outside world.

The little boy was prettier than the girl. His big red eyes were as bright as two dazzling rubies. His small nose was red from the cold, and his small mouth was like a juicy cherry. His smooth hair had just grown to his shoulders.

When I looked closely, I thought it was some elf that had come out.

A woman walked slowly in from the gate.

Although she was wearing plain clothes, it couldn't hide her extremely beautiful appearance.

If the snow in winter is the most beautiful, then she is more beautiful than it. A little more would be too bright, and a little less would seem light.

She came slowly from the flying snowflakes, the breeze lifted her plain dress, like a white snow lotus on a snowy mountain, elegant, cold, aloof, but also gentle.

When the little boy saw the woman coming, he ran towards her with his tiny feet and a big smile on his face, threw himself into her arms, and called out in a baby voice, "Mom."

The woman smiled gently, picked up the little boy, and gently stroked his head: "Lan'er, did you listen to your mother and eat well?"

"Yes." The little boy nodded obediently with a smile on his face.

The woman kissed the little boy gently on the forehead: "My Lan'er is so good."

She took out a red translucent candy and put it next to the little boy's mouth: "Mother will give Lan'er a candy as a reward."

The little boy happily put the candy in his mouth.

"Is it sweet?" She carried him into the house.

The little boy chuckled, "Sweet."

The snow outside the door was falling heavier and heavier, making the picture of the deep love between mother and son more and more blurred and more and more unreal.

When the snow stopped, things around me also changed. There was no trace of snow anywhere, and it seemed like summer had arrived in the blink of an eye.

And in the courtyard, the woman who had previously exuded maternal love was now pinching the little boy's thin white neck, as if this was not her child but her enemy.

She pressed the little boy to the ground, her face was hideous, her originally black eyes were now red as if soaked in blood, and her pale mouth murmured the words "Go to hell".

The little boy looked a little bigger than last time, about five or six years old, and his previously red eyes had turned back to normal black.

At this moment, he was holding the woman's hands with both of his own, his face full of pain and a hint of fear, and he opened his mouth and cried out with difficulty: "Mother... Mother..."

The lack of blood supply to his brain caused his face to gradually turn purple.

But his cries and painful expression did not make the irrational woman show any sign of sobriety.

It was not until the little boy began to roll his eyes, gradually loosened his grip on the woman's hands, and stopped shouting that the woman's body shook violently and her trembling hands loosened their grip on the little boy's neck.

The little boy, who finally got air, instinctively gasped for breath.

The woman who regained consciousness realized that she had almost killed her own child. She frantically hugged the little boy into her arms and confessed with lingering fear: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Lan'er, mother didn't mean it. Mother loves you, Lan'er, Lan'er..."

Things around suddenly changed, and the snow covered the yard again.

However, the woman who was hugging the little boy and saying she loved him the moment before, now stabbed the little boy lying on the ground with a sword. Her face was still ferocious, her eyes were still red and terrifying, and she was still muttering "go to hell".

The little boy lying on the ground no longer had the look of fear on his face, but was calm instead.

He lay there quietly, not even trying to stop the sword from piercing his body. He just instinctively opened his mouth slightly and gasped, letting the blood flow out of his mouth, slide into his hair and finally stain the white snow on the ground red.

Apparently he was used to women changing without warning.

He seemed to feel no pain as he looked at the hideous and painful woman in front of him.

Suddenly, his bloodstained lips trembled slightly, and he spoke in a hoarse voice: "If I die, will mother...be able to get better? Will she not be so...uncomfortable?"

His words seemed to touch a chord in the woman's heart. The hand holding the sword trembled and slowly loosened the hilt.

The blood red of hatred in his eyes gradually faded away, and turned into a black color of fear.

"Lan, Lan'er..." Her trembling voice was filled with panic and disbelief.

His whole body was shaking, his hands hanging helplessly in the air, looking at the little boy lying on the ground in front of him who was stabbed by him, not knowing what to do.

When the little boy saw that she had regained consciousness, he raised his hand, grasped the sword blade, and slowly pulled the sword out of his chest with difficulty.

This action caused him to spit out a lot of blood.

With a puff, the sword fell on the snow, and the little boy's vision gradually became blurred.

The woman carefully held the little boy in her arms as before, healing his wounds while confessing guiltily: "Lan'er, it's mother's fault. I'm sorry. Please bear with it a little longer. Be good, Lan'er. Lan'er will be fine soon..."

"..."