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"Uncle, don't cry, shall we go back?" the boy said weakly.

"No, let's go to the border. My master taught me the art of suturing. I have to find someone to teach me, so that I can save more people." Wen Ting wiped away his tears.

"Uncle, can I learn?" Mo Yan asked. He didn't want to go back either.

"Of course, my master asked me to find someone to teach me." Wen Ting said and drove away.

Mo Yan looked at the carriage door, but his thoughts went back to a few years ago. How many years had it been? Well, it seemed like ten years ago, but it also seemed like more than twenty years ago. It seemed like he was two years old, but also three years old. How long had he slept? It must have been four or five years.

I only remember that my father took me and my mother to attend my grandfather's birthday party. It seemed to be his 70th birthday, or maybe his 80th birthday. It was too long ago and I was too young to remember clearly.

I only remember that when I was eating happily, a group of people ran out, including my mother. When I saw that everyone had run away, I took a big chicken drumstick and ran out with them. I followed the crowd to a utility room, where someone was humming and ahing, as well as a man's voice and a woman's voice.

Someone with good intentions kicked the door open. Someone covered his eyes at the time. All I could hear was a woman screaming, a man yelling, crying, and cursing.

After a while, he took his hands off his eyes and saw his father standing at the door and his aunt crying behind him.

My mother's fainting made me confused. Later, my grandfather's death turned the originally red celebration into a white funeral. At that time, I only knew how to eat.

A month later, my father took my aunt back and asked my mother to stay. I wanted to stay but was forcibly taken back. It was also at that time that I learned that my father had betrayed my mother and divorced her. From then on, I wanted to find my mother and worked hard to study.

My efforts really paid off. The elders of the clan valued me very much. My father, my aunt, and their twin children became even more unreasonable because of the importance I attached to the family.

I remember that I celebrated my birthday in the clan at that time. It was also the first birthday I celebrated after my mother left.

I remember the elder asked, “Do you have any wishes?”

I thought I had grown up and was invincible, and proudly said, "I miss my mother. I want to go find her."

"Okay, I'll go with you to find it," said the elder.

I couldn't remember whether I was thirteen or fourteen years old at that time, but I didn't expect that the elder who usually treated me so well and was like a father to me would attack me.

I only remember that I was walking on the road with him and met a group of people. I recognized that the leader was my uncle. I happily shouted, "Uncle, I am Mo Yan, uncle." Just after I finished shouting, a kind of gravity came from behind and I fell down. I only saw a figure running towards me, and I didn't know anything after that.

I should be in my twenties now? I haven't seen my mother for nearly twenty years.

Wen Ting glanced at the carriage, then at the top of the mountain, and finally whipped his whip. "Go." The carriage started moving, but his thoughts drifted away with the wind. Back to the past.

I am the youngest child in the Wen family. My father is General Wenchang, who lives by the sea all year round. My mother is also the daughter of a general. She gave birth to my eldest brother and my second brother. My mother was injured. In order to let her niece marry into the family, my grandmother claimed to be sick and tricked my father back. She also used medicine to make my father have sex with my grandmother's niece. My father was very angry. The next day, he left with my mother and two brothers.

I heard all this from my mother. Because the woman was pregnant, my grandmother wanted to make her a co-wife, and she needed my parents' consent. My father wrote back, "I have an eldest son, and my wife is pregnant, so I don't want a co-wife."

Later, my grandmother came to me and said, "If it is a boy, he will be promoted to be my second wife."