The time of the city

Before getting in the car, Mo Yu sent a message to Gu Bai saying that she had something to do and had to leave first. If Gu Bai went to the small square, he should call her and she would come over later.

"Brother, where are we going?" Mo Yu couldn't help but ask as she watched Ni Jiamu drive the car from the city center to the suburbs but showed no intention of stopping.

"Where else can we go? Since you are so naughty, of course I will sell you off." Ni Jiamu was turning the steering wheel with his hands, a rogue smile on his face.

"You...you can't sell me, my parents will beat you!" Mo Yu held the seat belt tightly, her face flushed red. She obviously believed what Ni Jiamu said.

"Why not? I can sell you secretly, and my parents won't know." The smile on Ni Jiamu's face deepened. Seeing Mo Yu foolishly being deceived by him, he felt happy in his heart. Who told her to disobey him?

"Brother, I..." Mo Yu's nose twitched, and she seemed to be about to cry.

"I'm just teasing you, don't cry. I'm just taking you somewhere. I'm a good citizen and I don't do anything illegal."

"Brother, you really won't sell me out?" Mo Yu was still a little unconvinced.

"No, I won't sell you. No one would want you if you're so ugly. Besides, you're already so old, I can't raise you well." Ni Jiamu found it a little funny to see Mo Yu's frightened and nervous look.

Finally the car stopped in front of a muddy field. "Get off. Cars can't pass here. We have to walk."

Mo Yu got off the car and saw that the ground was sparse, with only a few man-made stones. It was really difficult to step on. She thought of the loaches that usually grow in such places, and she couldn't help but get goose bumps.

Seeing that Mo Yu was reluctant to leave, Ni Jiamu said, "I'll hold your hand. It won't get dirty. Don't be afraid."

Mo Yu thought about it and put her hand on him. Ni Jiamu held Mo Yu's hand and walked slowly forward, stepping on the stones in front of them. Ni Jiamu's hand was warm and strong, making Mo Yu want to trust him unconditionally. This sense of security was brought to her by him.

They walked across the muddy field, then around a field, before finally stopping in front of a house. It was small and shabby, as if a strong wind could blow it down. The lock on the gate had been worn by time, its surface rusting.

Ni Jiamu knocked on the door gently, and a child's tender voice came from inside. Mo Yu had more and more questions in her mind.

The door was opened. A little boy of four or five years old opened it. He seemed a little mentally unstable, with dirty clothes and snot hanging on his face. When he saw that it was Ni Jiamu, the child happily ran into Ni Jiamu's arms.

Hugging Ni Jiamu's thighs tightly with his chubby and dirty little hands, "Daddy, hug me." When Mo Yu heard the child call Ni Jiamu dad, she was completely stunned, her eyes wide open, unable to utter a word.

"Don't act like you've discovered a shocking secret. He is not my child." Ni Jiamu hurriedly explained.

“But he called you daddy.”

"If he calls me dad, he's my child? If I call you dad, am I still your child? You should be able to tell he's not normal." Ni Jiamu picked up the child and walked inside. "He has an older brother who should be working."

Ni Jiamu's explanation was just as good as nothing. Mo Yu was still confused and had no choice but to follow him inside. She pushed open the door and found that the room was very narrow. It could only accommodate a table and a few stools, but it was very clean.

"Xiaobao, have you eaten?" Ni Jiamu touched the head of the child in his arms. "Look what I brought you." He took out a lollipop from his bag, and the child immediately clapped his hands happily.

"Love daddy, daddy loves Xiaobao." Although the little boy has some intellectual problems, he knows how good Ni Jiamu is to him, and he also expresses his love generously.

This was the first time Mo Yu saw Ni Jiamu being so gentle. It turned out that he had a soft heart under his cold appearance. She felt that this scene was so heartwarming.

"There are only him and his brother in this family." Ni Jiamu lifted two stools, gave one to Mo Yu and sat on one himself. He continued, "A few days after I returned to China, I saw him being chased and beaten by several adults on the street. I rescued him, only to find out that he was stealing food to feed his younger brother." Ni Jiamu sighed.

"So you've been helping them since then?"

"Yes, from then on, I would come to see them whenever I had time. I also helped his brother find a job as a waiter in a restaurant so that they could make a living."

As he was talking, the door outside opened and a boy of about eighteen or nineteen came in. He must be Xiaobao's brother. He was not tall, a whole head shorter than Ni Jiamu, his skin was tanned, and his white short-sleeved shirt had turned yellow. When he saw Ni Jiamu in the house, the fatigue on his face disappeared completely, and he walked into the house with a smile on his face.

"Brother Jiamu, you're here? Who is this? Is she your girlfriend? She's so pretty, hehe." The boy glanced at Mo Yu and then at Ni Jiamu with a silly smile, the innocence that belonged to his age was revealed at this moment.

"Dahui, she is my sister. I brought her to see you today."

"My name is Mo Yu, we should be about the same age." Mo Yu smiled and stood up from the stool.

"Brother, Dad is here, hehe." Xiaobao sat on Ni Jiamu's legs and kept rocking, and it was obvious that he was in a very good mood.

"Xiaobao, that's your brother, not your father." Dahui took Xiaobao off Ni Jiamu and put him on a stool beside him.

"Brother Jiamu, don't hug Xiaobao next time. He made you dirty again."

Ni Jiamu glanced at the white shirt that Xiaobao had stained black, with snot still hanging on it. He smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm happy to hold him."

Afterwards, Dahui wanted to invite Mo Yu and Ni Jiamu to dinner, but was rejected by Ni Jiamu. It was almost evening when they left Dahui's house. Mo Yu took out her cell phone, but Gu Bai still hadn't replied to her message.

When crossing the muddy ground, Mo Yu naturally held Ni Jiamu's hand, not as reserved as the first time.

The car slowly drove back to the city center from the sparsely populated suburbs. Mo Yu couldn't help but fall asleep on the passenger seat because of her drooping eyelids.

The cool breeze blew on Mo Yu's face and she slept soundly.