General, cut off your sleeves!

Sitting like this until it was almost dawn, the figures of Wang Dazhu and Hui Niang appeared outside the door. Wang Dazhu was carried in by someone, and Hui Niang wiped tears beside him.Only Wang Dazhu was the pillar of the family. With his missing right arm, the family collapsed in half.

When seeing Mo Wanqing's figure, Hui Niang didn't greet him for the first time, but quietly avoided his eyes.

After being busy for a while, Wang Dazhu was settled down.Mo Wanqing looked at them busy and busy, only she was the one who was redundant, and felt sad.

He wanted to help several times but they separated him, and finally Mo Wanqing stood silently watching.The little child standing there with her head down is pitiful. Hui Niang couldn't help thinking about it several times, but was stopped by others. Those women who liked Mo Wanqing very much at the beginning now wish to stay as far away from him as possible. Far.

At this moment, he is not a child, but a disaster star.

He took a deep breath, just because you ignore me doesn't mean I have to be afraid of you!Mo Wanqing stepped into the room, wanting to see Wang Dazhu's situation, but no one stopped him.

When I saw it, my heart suddenly ached.

The place where Wang Dazhu's arm used to be was empty, and a large piece of thick gauze was wrapped on it, and the man was still sleeping.Hui Niang sobbed softly beside him, and several women were still busy comforting her.

A sad and oppressive atmosphere lingered around them.

Mo Wanqing blamed himself very much. It can be said that Wang Dazhu lost his right arm because of him.He said: "I'm sorry." These three words quickly floated into the air, and the crying woman stopped for a moment. After a long, long time, Mo Wanqing heard her choked up and said, "It's not your fault."

What Hui Niang said does not mean that other women are so tolerant, a fat aunt said mercilessly: "Huiniang, Huiniang, don't be so soft-hearted, according to me, this kind of evil spirit should be driven out. Family!" Several other women nodded yes, and one by one added that people like him are a scourge, and they will kill Hui Niang and Wang Dazhu sooner or later.

Mo Wanqing didn't speak, he just silently looked at Wang Dazhu and the pregnant woman beside him.Hui Niang's child is about to give birth, and the child's misfortune is basically a foregone conclusion.

Hui Niang didn't refute their words or agree with them, she just lowered her head silently and twisted the corner of her clothes.

Suddenly, a young Qingyue's voice sounded, "Did I harm you?" The very cold question made people's hairs stand on end.

The women were stunned by his ferocious eyes, and immediately confirmed their words: "It really is a monster." Their chatter became louder and louder, Wang Dazhu gradually woke up, and when he opened his eyes, they exploded even more.

In the commotion, it is unknown who touched Hui Niang, or if she was frightened, only heard a cry of pain, and someone said in a sharp voice, "Hurry up! Hui Niang is about to give birth!" Those who carry people, those who boil water boil water, and those who are called Wen Po are called Wen Po.

Mo Wanqing still stood there watching them busy, so she didn't calm down until it was dark.

Hearing the loud cry of the child and the congratulations from the people around, Mo Wanqing looked at the figures reflected on the window paper, and left with a sigh.

No one knows when Mo Wanqing left, and no one wants to know. Everyone always chooses to forget the bad things and leave good memories.Of course, the matter of Mo Wanqing can still stop the child from crying at night.

Probably Wang Dazhu and Huiniang had some memories of Mo Wanqing, but of course they had to be willing to think of him.

In the early morning of the second day after he left, Hui Niang picked up two or three pheasants and hares at the door of her house. After asking several houses, no one lost them, and then she thought of the disappearing boy.Hui Niang thought for a while and took the things home. Their family is in a difficult time, and it would be nice if someone helped them...

At the corner not far away, a corner of clothes flashed by.

In the ensuing month, things were placed in front of Wang Dazhu's house one after another. Sometimes it was small things like pheasants and hares, sometimes it was deer or pigs. Sometimes there were too many things for them to eat, and the rest would be taken by others. Going to the city to sell them made their lives easier.

Until one morning, Mo Wanqing quietly came to deliver things and saw a buckskin scarf at the door.He was stunned, and subconsciously looked up, the wooden door was still tightly closed as before.He seemed to understand something, picked up the scarf and wrapped it around his neck, put down his things and left quietly as when he came.

The locked head behind him secretly opened a gap, and someone was sighing softly...

Since then, there has been nothing more outside Wang Dazhu's house. Everyone seems to have returned to the previous life. The matter about Mo Wanqing has gradually been locked in the depths of everyone's memory. Only Hui Niang sometimes caresses the tiger skin at home and sighs. .

No strange characters appeared on the trails in the village. Mo Wanqing was just an unexpected episode, which was quickly submerged in the long river of memory.Women will still gather and chat, and men will continue to support their families and be afraid of their wives.

After Wang Dazhu recovered from his injury, he gradually learned to use his left hand, and he did not waste a lot of work with one hand. He could still take on the burden of the family and support a beautiful and kind woman and a pair of children.