Morning Star

Flowers bloom and fall, seasons change, and all things change like a revolving lantern in this not-too-small courtyard.

The woman walked out of the courtyard gate and walked back in. Every time the little boy would wait for her to come back in the courtyard after the woman left, and he never stepped out of the courtyard gate.

The woman's loss of control like before happened frequently and more and more frequently, and she gradually rarely left the yard.

The little boy was always very obedient. Even though he was hurt countless times by women and even though he was almost killed countless times, he never complained.

Because in his world, there has only been his mother since he can remember.

Until his eighth birthday.

The woman looked normal that day, as if she had returned to the way she was when the little boy first stood at the door waiting for her to return.

She gently pulled the little boy to the dressing table and let him sit on the stool. Like any loving mother in the world, she carefully combed his hair with a comb.

The pale hand holding the silver comb fell on the little boy's black hair, combing it patiently again and again.

Looking at the little boy in the mirror who looked 70% like her, her eyes were full of tenderness.

"Lan'er's hair is as soft as mother's. And it's the same ink-colored as father's." She picked up a lock of the little boy's hair.

"..." The little boy didn't say anything, with confusion in his eyes, as if he didn't understand why she said that.

"Lan'er, promise mother that you won't cut your hair, okay?"

"Yeah." The little boy replied.

The woman smiled slightly, a long white hairband appeared in her hand, and she looked at the little boy in the mirror: "Can I help you tie your hair today?"

The little boy nodded.

So the woman began to tie the boy's hair, while she was tying it, she patiently taught him how to do it.

After a while, a high ponytail stood on the little boy's head, and a bow made of a white hairband was placed on the top of his head.

The little boy looked at the person in the mirror with a strange expression on his face, and it seemed that he didn't recognize that it was himself for a moment.

This was the first time the little boy had his hair tied up.

The woman looked at the little boy in the mirror, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, and her pale hands gently stroked the boy's fair face. Finally, she couldn't help but hug the little boy from behind, burying her head in the little boy's neck, her body trembling slightly.

The little boy stared blankly at his mother in the mirror, stretched out his tender little white hands, and comforted her as she used to do when she gently stroked his head to comfort him.

The next moment the little boy was stunned. He seemed to sense something and was at a loss, but he did not stop comforting the woman.

After a while, the woman buried her head in the little boy's neck and murmured in a crying voice: "Lan'er, Lan'er, my Lan'er."

"!" The little boy's hands trembled. His eyes gradually turned red, and tears welled up in his eyes, but he resisted the urge to let them fall.

"Lan'er, you have to be strong. Even if your mother is not around, you have to take good care of yourself. You have to be well... You have to live, you have to live, as long as you are still alive..." She stopped talking here. No one else knows what happened next except her.

The little boy's hand that was trying to comfort the girl suddenly stopped, trembling, with panic in his eyes: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

The woman did not answer, but said: "Your father is Mo Lingfan, the twin brother of Mo Hengsong. He should be the head of the Mo family. It was Mo Hengsong who killed your father."

After hearing her words, the boy's eyes changed from shock to guilt, and then from guilt to resentment. But when his eyes fell on the woman who buried her head in his neck in the mirror, the resentment in his eyes turned into worry.

When the woman slowly raised her head, her eyes were red and misty. She looked at herself in the mirror for a while, and suddenly her eyes turned cold.

He lowered his head and turned his son around, who had not yet come to his senses. He squatted down and looked at the little boy, and smoothed the hair on his face: "Lan'er, you may not be able to do the other things you promised me, but you must remember, your father, his name is Mo Lingfan. If you dare to forget..."

She paused, her eyes, which were stained with mist, suddenly turned blood red, and her face was as vicious as a demon: "I will definitely crawl out of the eighteen levels of purgatory in the underworld and drag you down."

The little boy was frightened by her words and trembled, his eyes were filled with fear. After a while, he came to his senses and nodded seriously.

As night fell, heavy snow began to fall again. Inside the house, the mother and son knelt quietly in front of the tablet, as if they were paying tribute or waiting for something.

Suddenly, a white light fell into the yard. Then, several old men flashed into the room where the mother and son were kneeling, and without saying a word, they grabbed the little boy and dragged him out.

"Let him go!"

The woman stood up and ran forward to stop them, but was stopped by several other people.

The old man glanced at the woman and threw the little boy into the yard.

The other old men in the room gathered their spiritual energy and attacked the woman.

In an emergency, the woman did not forget to step forward and grab the tablet on the table, and at the same time forcibly took the blow, but she was still injured.

She sat on the ground weakly, holding the tablet, and looked at the old men vigilantly.

"What are you doing? Don't bully my mother!" The little boy outside the house got up and ran into the house shouting angrily.

But when he had only run halfway, he was pulled back by a stream of spiritual energy and pinned to the ground by the old man.

"Let me go! You are not allowed to bully my mother!" the little boy struggled and shouted.

"Oh!"

The woman was knocked flying, landed in front of the little boy, and spat out blood.

"Mom!" the little boy exclaimed.

The woman looked at the little boy with soft eyes and a gentle smile on her lips.

It seemed that she didn't feel the pain at all.

"Mom." The little boy looked at her and called softly with a trembling voice.

The old man grabbed the boy's hair and pulled him up. A wrinkled hand went from behind the boy to the front, pinched his chin, and grinned: "Bai Yue'er, today I will let you see with your own eyes how this little monster you gave birth to dies."

As she was about to move her hand to the boy's neck, the woman suddenly sneered, "You will regret it if you kill him. Your master will kill you."

After she finished speaking, she looked outside the courtyard gate and saw that there was no one there.

She still looked towards the gate and sneered as she spoke: "Do you know why I hid him and didn't let you know of his existence?"

As she spoke, she took a deep breath, coughed a few times, and continued, "Because he has a constitution that combines all the yin elements of all saints. You know very well what this means. Haha, are you still willing to kill him now?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a figure suddenly appeared.

He looked at the woman on the ground in disbelief, then at the little boy being dragged by the old man.