Chapter 189 (2/2)

And Mo Yan, who has been completely burned, has no ability to control these two different fires again to stop them from fighting.

Because of pain, Mo Yan's facial muscles have been twitching.

Xue Zhuyong was anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

Because at this time, although the two different fires are competing, they fall into a very strange balance for the time being because they come from the same source and come from Mo Yan's body.

At this time, if external forces participate in it, it will break this balance and let Mo Yan's different fire break out directly. Mo Yan will turn into ashes at the moment when the different fire force breaks out.

Suddenly, Mo Yan's fingers trembled slightly.

Xue Zhuyong, who has been paying attention to Mo Yan, is in a state of mind.

After a few breaths, Mo Yan's tightly closed eyes moved back and forth and slowly opened them.

Xue Zhuyong's face full of tension came into Mo Yan's eyes.

Mo Yan had some doubts in his eyes. He looked complex and asked, ”elder... Who is it?”

Xue Zhuyong was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

He knew very well that the meaning of Mo Yan's question was not to ask his name.

What Mo Yan cares about is his identity.

”Regardless of the danger of life and death, senior rushed into the Lingyuan to save me, so that I could achieve this... My mother should be the only one in the world, but senior behaved like this... Cough...” Mo Yan gasped for breath and said: ”now I am in this state, senior, just take this as my last wish and give me a definite reply, OK?”

”I... want to know the truth.”

Mo Yan's voice is very weak. His current state is the remnant lamp end temple, which may fall at any time.

Facing Mo Yan's burning eyes, Xue Zhuyong's face turned green and white. After a moment, he finally sighed and said softly, ”let me tell you a story about me.”

”All ears.” Mo Yan said calmly.

”I've never seen my father since I was very young. I've always depended on my mother.” Mo Yan's face showed the color of memory. ”My mother worked very hard to support me. During the day, she had to help cook in the restaurant near her home in exchange for pay to support the family, but she didn't trust to leave me at home, so she took me to the back kitchen of the restaurant.

Because there is no father, my mother is very good-looking. The men in the kitchen often make fun of my mother intentionally or unintentionally, while the women keep gossiping. In my face, they say that I was born by a wild man. I am a wild species, so I don't have a mother.

My mother knew all these things. She was very angry, but for that meager reward, she could only endure all this silently.

At that time, I often found that in the middle of the night, my mother would curl up in the corner of the bed and cry silently.

I am not sensible, because of those gossip and the ridicule of others, but I also secretly blame her in my heart. Therefore, when I found her crying, I just pretended to be asleep and didn't hear it.

Finally, one winter day, my mother, who had become thinner and thinner because of fatigue, did not go to the restaurant to help cook that day.

She just sat by the bed and sat quietly. She didn't know what she was thinking. After sitting for a long time, she held out her hand and held my hand. ”Xue Zhuyong's face showed an extremely painful look, and her voice began to choke.” her hand is small, rough, but very warm.

She stared at me with complex eyes, attachment, pain and many things I couldn't understand.

After a long time, my mother suddenly said to me, ”no matter what, we should live well and live well.”

”Then she gave me some broken silver and asked me to go out and buy something delicious.”

”I didn't think much. I took the broken silver and ran out of the house and into the street.

But I never thought that it would be the last side between me and my mother. ”Xue Zhuyong had already burst into tears.” what I hated most at that time was the night when there was no one. She curled up in bed and cried silently, but now I think I should hug her at that time. ”

Xue Zhuyong looked at Mo Yan's dead face and said softly, ”later, I learned a truth. For your favorite relatives, don't be stingy when you still have the opportunity to hug her.

What's the use of regretting when there's no chance? ”

”So, when I knew that I still had a son,” Xue Zhuyong gradually calmed down and told as if it was none of his business. ”Even if I had never contacted him, I didn't hesitate to save him even if I didn't want my life.

Because I... Don't want to regret it again. ”