Chapter 300 She was buried under the plum tree

What does a two-year-old know?

He could only cry loudly looking for his mother, but his voice became hoarse from crying, and there was no gentle mother by his side.

Xiaohuo is not the child of a high-ranking official in the power structure, and his life is miserable after losing his mother.

He had nothing to eat and was often hungry. He had nothing to wear and was always wearing rags.

In order to get a bite to eat, he would rummage through trash cans and even compete with stray dogs for food. The little child was as thin as a stick.

He sympathized with Kong Wan and felt sorry for Xiaohuo, so he would always hide his name and help him secretly.

In order to survive and have enough food to eat, Xiaohuo joined a faction.

In order to become stronger and useful to the forces, he endures countless tortures every day.

He has to fight with people and fight with wild beasts in order to become the sharpest knife and survive.

The little child no longer had a smile on his face.

When Xiaohuo was twelve years old, he disappeared.

He felt lost. Even though they didn't know about his help, Kong Wan and Xiaohuo were both very special people to him.

Shortly after the small fire died down, foreign officials began clearing up the gray area.

The dark forces inside were completely dismantled, and the top leaders of those forces were either arrested or killed.

He was hit in the head by a stray bullet while escaping and became a vegetable.

I didn't expect that when I opened my eyes again, he was still alive for so long.

"Ahem, Kong Wan was brought here by someone. I buried her under the plum tree in the back mountain. That's the biggest plum tree you loved to go to when you were a child."

As time passed, Zhang Qian's voice became lower and lower.

He opened his mouth weakly, "Xiao Huo, live well, live well..."

"drop……"

The heart monitor's curves turned to a straight line and a piercing sound was emitted.

Mo Chenyan stood there blankly, all his senses leaving him.

He watched coldly as the nurse covered Zhang Qian with a white cloth and the doctor solemnly announced that he was dead.

Dead, he just died like that?

Mo Xi's eyes were red. She sniffed and wanted to comfort her third brother, but she didn't know what to say.

It turns out that my third brother suffered so much outside when he was a child?

No wonder everyone distrusted him when he just returned home, and he used his fierce temper to protect himself.

For so many years, he had been able to avoid talking about his aunt, until today, when he heard about it again.

Mo Chenyan lowered his head, his tone obscure: "Don't come to me, I'm going to the rooftop to smoke a cigarette."

He walked past the two of them with a cold look on his face. Mo Xi held her breath and only let out a sigh of relief after he left.

"Brother Lin Ze, shouldn't I come here today?"

These are San Ge's private secrets. San Ge lets her do what she wants, but she has to pay attention to the boundaries.

So she was feeling very uncomfortable at the moment.

Lin Ze sighed, "Come out, President Mo didn't say anything."

He raised his hand and scratched his hair, his face full of annoyance.

I didn't expect that the news I had been waiting for for so long would be so heartbreaking.

On the rooftop, the wind from high up blows on people's faces like a knife.

Mo Chenyan, wearing a shirt, stood in the cold wind with an indifferent expression.

The smoke passes through the throat into the lungs and then dissipates through the nasal cavity.

He shook off the ashes from his cigarette, his thoughts drifting away.

His childhood memories were too dark, so he forced himself to recall only the parts about his mother.

But most of his memories before the age of two have become vague. He only remembers how he trained himself and how he killed people without blinking an eye during missions.

Before the age of twelve, his life was full of darkness and blood.

His hands were covered in blood.

He was always thinking about his mother and secretly investigated her news alone.

In order to avoid being exposed, he only dared to investigate secretly, but too few people knew about his mother.

No one knew where my mother's body was. To those people, she was just an unimportant toy. Dead or alive, she was dead.

After returning to the Mo family by chance, he always wanted to go back and find out about his mother.

My grandparents thought that my mother’s disappearance was related to the Mo family, and they had long ago severed ties with the Mo family.

Even if he returned to the Mohist school, the two families would no longer have any contact.

He begged Mo Hongyi for help, but he always made excuses and refused to send anyone to look for him.

He asked his grandfather for help, but when he went, it was too late and most of the powerful people were gone.

He accidentally learned Zhang Qian's name and sent people to look for him, only to find out that he had been injured and became a vegetable, and might never wake up again.

He refused to give up and brought Zhang Qian back to the country to be raised in a nursing home, just so that he could wake up and ask about his mother.

It turned out that before giving birth to him, his mother also lived a dark life there.

After finishing a cigarette, he crushed the cigarette butt on the railing and lit a new one.

He really liked to go to the plum tree that Zhang Qian mentioned. He would feel particularly relaxed there.

It turns out that my mother was there.

But how was my mother sent to the gray area?

He asked his grandfather, and he said that his mother had gone abroad to attend an event and had not returned for a long time.

We sent people out to look for him but couldn't find him, and only then did we realize that he was missing.

He thought it was very funny when he heard it. His mother was the wife of the Mo family. She went abroad to participate in an event, but she didn’t bring any bodyguards with her?

Why would you only realize it belatedly after someone goes missing?

What did Grandpa say? He just remained silent.

The cold wind blowing across my cheeks was not even a ten-thousandth as cold as the feeling in my heart.

After Tang Qin came in, all the things related to her mother were dealt with.

There was not a single relic related to his mother around him.

The only photo he had was the one he cut out from Mo Hongyi's wedding photo.

Looking at that photo, I can still remember the warmth of my mother's body.