The evil woman travels through the book and saves the sinners in the famine year

"Brother Gongxi, I took them with me because I felt so sorry for them. You won't blame me, right?" Mo Yunfei's anxious voice sounded.

"Why would Brother Gongxi blame Xiao Yunfei? It's cold outside, you should all hurry up!"

Gongxi Leqing was originally angry. As the only survivor of the Mo family, Mo Yunfei was well protected by them.

But he just let strangers get close to him casually. Gongxi Leqing really wanted to question him, did he turn a deaf ear to what they taught him?

When he saw the expectation in Mo Yunfei's eyes, the words of scolding turned around on his tongue a few times, and finally turned into no blame.

His words were like a gentle spring breeze, gently blowing across Mo Yunfei's heart, but also made him feel a little pain.

He knew from a young age that he was different from others, even his eldest brother, because he had the blood of the Mohist school flowing in his veins.

His father once told him that besides the people in Mojia Village, many people outside wanted to capture him and claim the reward, so he should not trust people easily.

But when he saw the refugees, he wanted to help them. His sister-in-law encouraged him to do whatever he wanted, as long as he remembered to protect himself.

His elder brother let him walk outside for the first time, and he saw refugees covered in dirt along the way.

Those teenagers who were about his age huddled in the corner, with despair and helplessness flashing in their eyes. They were so sinful.

He could not empathize with the hardships that his parents had experienced. After he was born, he received care and warmth from everyone in Mojia Village.

He had never known the indifference of human hearts, but now that he was able to do so, he wanted to do his best to help them.

He had an exceptionally happy time along the way. These young refugees were so careful to please him just for a sip of water that they treated him with respect.

But when he saw Brother Gongxi's dark face, which he had never seen before, he realized that he had made a mistake.

"Brother Gongxi, with Brother Tianyou and Brother Yuxuan by my side, no one can hurt me."

There was an innocent firmness in Mo Yunfei's tone, as if he was defending himself.

"I... I'm not blaming you." Gongxi Leqing's voice was low and gentle, as if he was soothing the guilt in Mo Yunfei's heart.

But... bringing them back does put us in more danger, as we don't know their background.

"Well, Xiao Yunfei has grown up. Big brother will support you in whatever you want to do." Gongxi's heart tightened, and his inner entanglement and pity were intertwined.

He lowered his head, his eyes wandering, complex emotions surging in his heart, and the scenes in his memory came flooding back like a tide.

Back then, when I was five years old, didn’t I choose to give up my mother and sister?

Everyone has their own choices. For the first time, Gongxi Leqing discovered that Mo Yunfei had really grown up.

Their emotions can resonate, and they will not ignore Mo Yunfei just because he is young, because he can already think independently.

The sunset glow in the sky dyed half red, as if celebrating their decision.

Gongxi took a deep breath, trying to release this heavy emotion, but he felt a hint of bitterness in his breath.

He saw the expectation in Mo Yunfei's eyes, like bright stars twinkling in the dark night sky.

It made him feel a little better, but the burden of responsibility was still on his shoulders and could not be easily removed.

"Yun Fei, your brother and I only hope that you can grow up in poverty. Even if it means living in poverty, it is better than you having to bear the family responsibilities."

Gongxi Leqing's voice has always been gentle, like the ripples on the water, soft yet firm.

It was as if she was defending her choice and telling him her deepest desire.

Mo Yunfei's heart was instantly struck by Gongxi Leqing's obsession. In fact, he had already learned the Mohist mechanical techniques.

Perhaps it was because the ancient and mysterious blood of Mohism flowed in his body, which gave him extraordinary understanding and learning ability.

His father sat at the mottled desk, his brows slightly furrowed, a yellowed ancient book in his hand, his voice low and gentle.

His fingertips gently slid across the lines, as if he was having a conversation with the ancient wisdom.

The young boy stood by, staring intently, his heart full of admiration and desire.

As long as his father patiently teaches him once, the talent hidden deep in the Mohist blood will emerge in his heart like a spring.

His memory absorbed this knowledge like a sponge, and there seemed to be no hindrance.

Every time of study is a baptism of the soul. His father's voice echoes in his ears, carrying the vicissitudes of time and reluctance.

However, gradually, he noticed that his father's face was getting paler and there was an elusive worry flashing in his cloudy eyes.

At that time, the young boy did not understand the undercurrents in his father's body. He just wanted to follow in his footsteps.

I kept exploring the unknown deep world until one day, the atmosphere at home became so heavy that it was suffocating, as if even the walls were sighing silently.

"Son, Daddy doesn't have much time left. You must seize the time to study."

His father's words were like a sharp blade, cutting through his beautiful vision of the future.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and his heart fell into an endless abyss in an instant.

It seemed as if everything around me was slowly disappearing, and only my father's voice was still echoing in my ears.

In order not to worry him, his father endured the pain of illness and continued to teach him calligraphy and Mohist mechanical techniques at the familiar table.

Teach him how to understand this complex and beautiful world. Every word and every symbol is a silent promise of fatherly love.

These are his earnest expectations for the future, but he doesn't want to show that he has learned them.

He thought that as long as he could not learn, his father would be reluctant to leave this world.

He tried hard to hide the fact that he had learned it and tried not to let his father see that he knew everything.

Seeing the worry in his father's eyes, the fear in his heart surged like a tide, swallowing up all his reason.

He also understood that people and things are not eternal, and that his father would eventually wither away.

But he was unwilling to admit all this, and would rather bury the fear in his heart in endless teaching and learning.

Until his father's regretful voice faded away in his ears, he had regretted it countless times.

Unfortunately, he was too scared at that time. Facing the impending loss, his mood was like a lonely boat swaying in a storm, drifting unsteadily.

If he had known that he would not be able to keep his father, he should have shown his true ability and let his father leave without any worries.

His elder brother learned everything very quickly at that time, and he mastered the Mohist mechanical techniques to a level that surpassed his father.

Until his father passed away, he could only pretend that he didn't like Mohist mechanical engineering, even though his mechanical engineering skills were not as good as his elder brother's.

His mechanical skills surpassed many people, but he did not show them easily.