Fushengfang Night Travel Notes

"Mom." Xia Ziwu yelled as soon as he entered the door, only he knew that he just wanted to make sure.

"Ziwu is back, we can eat right away." Xia's mother's voice came from the kitchen, mixed with the sound of dishes colliding.

Walking into the room, he realized that there seemed to be someone missing. He turned around in doubt, but saw Mo Shi looking at the floor with a troubled expression.

"Not coming in?" Xia Ziwu was also puzzled, this person is not always careless.

Mo Shi shrank his feet reflexively, and then walked over again, "It's okay, of course we have to go in."

Seeing him laughing and laughing, Xia Ziwu didn't think so. When he just entered the door, he felt the breath of the demon clan. As a member of the demon clan, Mo Shiyou couldn't feel it, but he didn't say anything.

"Ziwu, today..." Xia's mother came out with a plate, and asked Xia Ziwu what happened today with a smile, but halfway through the conversation, she was startled by the person in front of her, and a trace of worry flashed in her heart.

"This is..."

"Classmate." Xia Ziwu took off his schoolbag and walked over to pick up the plate in Xia Ma's hand, and replied.

"It's the first time Ziwu brings someone home." Xia's mother smiled, and touched Xia Ziwu's face with her hand, she was still gentle, but there seemed to be something unusual in her smile.

"Hello, Auntie." Although Mo Shi was not serious at ordinary times, he was not sloppy when doing things, especially the mother of the little blind man in front of him.

"what's your name?"

"Mo Shi, it's time." Mo Shi said his name without thinking too much.

Xia Ziwu at the side clearly felt Xia's mother's trembling, and quietly reached out to hold her hand.

"Let's eat."

At the dining table, Mo Shi was very open-minded, he didn't treat himself as an outsider at all, and would add a chopstick dish to Xia Ziwu from time to time.

In contrast, Xia's mother was a little unnatural. Looking at the two people in front of her, she felt sour in her heart. I don't know how many years have passed. Her eyes glanced at the white cloth inadvertently, and she felt that she couldn't eat.

"Mom, eat vegetables." Xia Ziwu probably guessed what Xia's mother was thinking, but he couldn't say it clearly.

"Auntie, eat the vegetables." Mo Shi was not careless, and found something wrong after the meal, but he didn't understand the reason, so he had to follow Xia Ziwu to pick up vegetables for Xia Ma.

Xia Ma looked here and there, suppressed the thoughts in her heart, and picked some dishes for the two of them, let it take its course.

That night, Xia's mother kept Mo Shi behind because it was dark and the road was far away, but since the house was already small, Xia Ziwu could only squeeze with Mo Shi.

Xia Ziwu didn't understand Xia's mother's intentions. Judging from everything just now, Xia's mother was always worried about getting in touch with Mo Shi, but now she made excuses to keep him. Know what it looks like.

Xia Ziwu, who was lying on the bed, heard the sound of the door opening, and looked up at Mo Shi. Even at night, Xia Ziwu still didn't remove the white cloth. This must be due to the instinct of prevention. He moved to the side, giving way to half of the bed.

"Little blind man, your house is really small." Mo Shi, who lay down on the ground, said with emotion, "But it feels like home."

"Your family is big?" Xia Ziwu's words were just a casual question, he didn't know how big the city was.

"What's the use of it? I don't care about snatching it all day long." Mo Shi said something, facing Xia Ziwu sideways, and for a moment, he thought the little blind man was very attractive.

"Then what do you care about?"

"I'm sorry for you." The blurted words made both of them stunned, and there was a moment of silence in the room.

"It's late, go to bed." Xia Ziwu said, and retracted into the quilt. What kind of psychology did he say this sentence, but what he didn't expect was that this person still gave the answer.

"Good night, little blind man." This little blind man's voice was less frivolous.With more seriousness, Mo Shi said good night, and felt more embarrassed, this mouth...