As the incident drew to a close, Grandpa Yu still had to deal with the aftermath. Seeing that everything was settled, Li Xiuxiu took Wei Mo's hand and headed home.
Li Xiuxiu was unaware of the dangers of gambling, so she asked Wei Mo:
"Wei Mo, why do you hate it so much when other people gamble?"
Wei Mo then explained to Li Xiuxiu:
"Aunt Xiuxiu, it's not a big deal to play around, but if you play with outsiders, there will be money involved. The winner will naturally be happy and want to continue."
"And the losers want to win back the money they lost, so they get deeper and deeper into debt. In the end, they may have to borrow money when they have no money left, or even sell their children, leading to the destruction of their families and the separation of their wives and children."
Li Xiuxiu nodded after hearing this, feeling that Wei Mo's words made sense.
Seeing that Li Xiuxiu remained silent, Wei Mo spoke to her again:
"Aunt Xiuxiu, I am mortal with gambling and drugs."
Li Xiuxiu naturally didn't understand Wei Mo's meaning, but if others heard this, they would understand it instantly.
Wei Mo shook his head, regretting that Huang Ye, whom he hadn't mentioned, had nothing to do with him.
As Wei Mo sighed, Li Xiuxiu became even more puzzled. Seeing the confusion in Li Xiuxiu's eyes, Wei Mo spoke to her again:
“Aunt Xiuxiu, gambling is harmful, but drugs are even more harmful. You know opium, right? It’s a drug. People who smoke opium become addicted and it’s very difficult to quit. In the end, they don’t have money to buy opium, which can lead to broken families and even death.”
After hearing Wei Mo's words, Li Xiuxiu nodded in agreement once again. After all, Li Xiuxiu had been to school and knew about Lin Zexu's burning of opium at Humen.
After Wei Mo and Li Xiuxiu returned home, Wei Mo noticed something different about today.
Everyone was at home today, and they all looked dejected. Wei Mo was puzzled when he entered the east room.
He then noticed that Wang Zhenhua's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and quickly went over to ask him:
"Mom, what's wrong? Who upset you?"
Wei Mo was very puzzled. The old man was at home, so how could anyone dare to offend Wang Zhenhua? The old man's expression was also very unpleasant.
Grandma Yu kept comforting Wang Zhenhua from the side.
Seeing that Wang Zhenhua was crying and not responding, Wei Mo turned his gaze to Old Master Yu standing to the side.
Wei Mo walked to the old man's side, tugged at his sleeve, and asked:
"Grandpa, what happened? Who upset Mom?"
Old Master Yu's expression was very grim. He glanced at Wang Zhenhua, who was crying beside him, sighed inwardly, and then spoke to Wei Mo:
"Someone from the county just came to inform us that your father was seriously wounded while serving the country and has been officially discharged from the army. He is on his way back now. It should have been a good thing, but the person who came said that your father's injuries were quite severe."
Wei Mo was stunned upon hearing this. He had traveled from another time and had no feelings for his father, but he was proud that Wei Guo was a soldier.
Although his father, Wei Guo, abandoned his wife and daughters for six years, he fought valiantly for his country.
Wei Mo was a little overwhelmed. The original owner's father was about to return. He felt a mix of panic and anticipation, a longing for the fatherly love he had never experienced before.
Seeing Wei Mo standing there in a daze, the old man assumed Wei Mo was worried about Wei Guo's injuries, so he quickly explained from the side:
“Wei Mo, don’t worry about your dad. He was shot in the shoulder, but it doesn’t affect his normal movement. However, he can no longer hold a gun.”
"Moreover, your father has made many military achievements in the army, so this can be considered a triumphant return home. His injuries have been brought under control and there is no danger."
After the old man finished speaking, he squatted down and patted Wei Mo's head, trying to comfort him.
Upon hearing the old man's words, Li Xiuxiu suddenly thought of something. She walked to Wang Zhenhua's side, whose eyes were already red and swollen from crying, and whispered a few words in her ear. Wang Zhenhua's eyes lit up slightly, filled with hope.
Seeing that Qian Manman and the others were still in the room, she didn't care about anything else. She went up and took Wei Mo's hand, and the three of them, including Li Xiuxiu, walked towards Wei Mo's room.
He didn't forget to turn around and say to everyone:
"I'm fine. I'm going to talk to Wei Mo. Please wait for me a moment."
Wang Zhenhua's actions were clearly secretive, which surprised both Qian Manman and Zhou Fen.
The old man nodded in agreement, fully cooperating with Wang Zhenhua's actions. He thought to himself that Wang Zhenhua must want to ask the Dragon King for help; otherwise, there would be no need for him to involve Wei Mo and Li Xiuxiu.
He, however, was to help her cover up the matter. Seeing Qian Manman and Grandma Yu trying to step forward, the old man spoke directly:
"Everyone, please don't disturb Zhenhua for now. Let her calm down and things might get better."
After he finished speaking, he tugged at Grandma Yu's sleeve. Grandma Yu realized what he meant, nodded to Grandpa Yu, and echoed him from the side:
"Manman, go prepare the meal. Don't worry about them for now, let them rest."
Qian Manman was completely confused, but since Grandma Yu had spoken, she decided to go and cook.
Wang Zhenhua and Li Xiuxiu pulled Wei Mo to his room and quickly closed the door.
Then Wang Zhenhua asked Wei Mo somewhat nervously:
"Son, could you ask the Dragon King if he has any medicine to treat gunshot wounds? Your father was shot, and we don't know how he is!"
Upon entering the room, Wang Zhenhua went straight to the point. Wei Mo nodded in agreement and then began searching the in-game store.
There are so many medicines to treat injuries that they are almost negligible. After scanning the list, Wei Mo realized that he had enough funds to solve the problem, but he was still in a dilemma.
Because he was completely unfamiliar with Wei Guo, and had never even met him before, Wei Guo left after Wang Zhenhua became pregnant, and the father and son had never met.
He didn't know Wei Guo's character, nor how to get the medicine out. Thinking of this, he asked Wang Zhenhua:
"Mom, what kind of person is Dad?"
Wang Zhenhua was stunned when she heard this, and then glared at Wei Mo resentfully. In her mind, she recalled the whole process of getting to know Wei Guo, meeting him, and falling in love with him.
A smile appeared on her previously worried face. Seeing her mother's expression, Wei Mo had a rough idea of what was going on.
However, he was unwilling to believe it. A father suddenly appeared. After thinking for a moment, he said to Wang Zhenhua:
"Mom, I do have this pill, but how do I give it to him? Should I tell him my secret? I don't want to trust someone I've never even met."
Wang Zhenhua was saddened by Wei Mo's words. Wei Mo was Wei Mo's biological father, but Wei Mo treated him like a stranger.
However, none of this is Wei Mo's fault. After Wei Guo went out to join the army, he never came back except to write letters and send things to himself.
Looking at her own children, Wang Zhenhua could understand Wei Mo's feelings. She was in a dilemma, after all, on one side was her son, and on the other side was her husband, and the two of them had no feelings for each other.
Seeing his mother in a dilemma, Wei Mo simply sighed and bought some healing pills from the store.
Although the extent of the injury was still unknown, how could such a elixir possibly be based on scientific principles? He directly took it out, placed it in his palm, and handed it to Wang Zhenhua, then said:
"Mom, you can decide what to do, but I still don't want him to know. Let's talk about it later."
Looking at the pills in her son's hand, Wang Zhenhua was moved to tears. She knew that Wei Mo would not be able to accept his father's sudden appearance.
However, Wang Zhenhua had feelings for Wei Guo, so the father and son could only try to cultivate their relationship later.
She carefully put the pill away, then said to Wei Mo:
“Wei Mo, I know you're feeling down right now, but he won't be back for a while. If... if you really don't like him..."
Wang Zhenhua paused here, unsure how to continue. Wei Mo, seeing his mother's predicament, sighed and then said:
"Mom, don't worry, I'll try my best to accept him."
Looking at her son's strained expression, Wang Zhenhua gave a wry smile. She reached out and patted Wei Mo's head before saying:
"Don't worry, I will make him make up for what he has owed you over the years. Your grandfather brought back news that he won't be back for another two or three months. He is still recovering from his injuries. When he comes back, I will definitely have a good talk with him."
Wang Zhenhua was naturally very dissatisfied with her husband, who had been gone for six years without ever coming back to see her.
Wei Mo nodded, looking somewhat downcast. The three of them chatted in the room until Qian Manman called them to eat from the kitchen. Only then did the three of them slowly leave the room.
After finishing his meal, Wei Mo was still somewhat worried, unlike Wei Xiaomin and Wei Xiaohui who were full of anticipation.
Wei Xiaomin and Wei Xiaohui seemed to sense the sorrow in their younger brother's heart. Wei Xiaomin ran forward, took Wei Mo's small hand, and said to him:
"Little brother, are you unhappy? Don't you want to see what Dad looks like?"
Wei Mo had a wry smile on his lips. He didn't know how to answer the question, but Wei Xiaohui stepped forward and said to him:
"Little brother, let's go out and play. You haven't taken us out to play in so long."
Wei Mo knew that his eldest sister was just trying to comfort him, so he simply nodded to Wei Xiaomin and Wei Xiaohui, and the three sisters walked out of the room together.
Seeing this, Li Xiuxiu followed closely behind, and the three of them arrived at the riverbank, where the Dragon King Temple remained dilapidated.
Looking back, it has been almost a year since I came here, and now Wei Mo and his family have developed a real bond.
The riverbank was where Wei Mo often fished. Looking at the familiar scene, Wei Mo recalled the past, and the images in his mind played back like a movie.
This is the place he first traveled to.
Li Xiuxiu, who was standing nearby, could sense Wei Mo's feelings. She walked to Wei Mo's side, hugged him, and whispered to him:
"Wei Mo, don't think so much. Your father is back, so why are you sad? Why are you having such a hard time making a decision? Actually, he should be the one who's feeling bad."
"After all, he would feel guilty and remorseful. He hasn't been by your side since you were born. I think he must miss you very much and love you and spoil you very much."
Li Xiuxiu's words startled Wei Mo. Yes, why was he feeling melancholy? What was a little kid thinking so much about? Even if he did something outrageous, he would be forgiven.
But the situation is different for Wei Guo. He fought for his country for six years, and if he were to be treated coldly upon his return, how heartbroken he would be.
Wei Mo felt a sudden sense of clarity. So what if he had an unfamiliar father? As long as he was good to his family, what was there to be unable to accept?
Besides, I'm already too worried right now. How can I know what he's like if I haven't even met him yet?
Wei Mo's mood suddenly improved. Why think so much? Just have fun! With that thought, Wei Mo began to think about what to do, putting all his worries behind him. He was living his life again, so why should he be so upset?
Wei Mo looked towards the water's edge, pondering what to play, trying to forget about those upsetting things. He then happily began playing with Wei Xiaomin and Wei Xiaohui.
There they skipped stones on the water, kneaded mud, and shaped it into human figures. Li Xiuxiu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the restoration.
Time flies, and more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye. Wei Guo, dressed in military uniform, walked alone into the village.
He was amazed by the changes in the village. He was unaware of what had happened in the village in recent years. He started walking towards his home.
It's the busy farming season now, and most of the villagers are in the fields, with only a few children playing along the village streets.
They were astonished to see the unfamiliar soldier, and none of the village children recognized Wei Guo.
After all, Wei Guo had been gone for six years. When Wei Guo arrived at his own door, he saw that the dilapidated thatched house had collapsed halfway.
His heart suddenly tightened, and he quickly ran to the yard. Seeing that there was no sign of life, he was filled with fear. He hurriedly ran to the street and asked the children:
"Children, do you know where Wei Xiaomin and Wei Xiaohui's home is?"
Upon hearing this, the children all raised their hands and shouted loudly:
"Uncle, I know you're a soldier. Are you looking for Brother Wei Mo? I'll take you there."
Wei Guo was taken aback when he heard this, because he hadn't named Wei Mo before he left. At the time, Wang Zhenhua was pregnant.
During his time in the military, it was inconvenient to write letters, so he was the one who sent letters to Wang Zhenhua.
The child who just mentioned Wei Moge might be the child he left with. Thinking of this, his hands began to tremble. He had a son. He had always dreamed of having a son!
It was only when the little ones next to him tugged at his clothes that Wei Guo was awakened. Wei Guo smiled and nodded to the children.
He then followed the children to Wei Mo's house. Seeing the two little girls playing in the yard, Wei Guo, a grown man, burst into tears.
The children shouted into the yard:
"Brother Wei Mo, Brother Wei Mo, a soldier uncle is looking for you."
Wei Mo was in the house with Grandpa Yu, playing chess with him. When he heard the sound, Wei Mo was startled at first, but then quickly realized what was happening.
He froze on the spot, but Old Master Yu knew there would be soldiers. He quickly put away the chessboard, looked at Wei Mo who was standing there in a daze, took his hand, and called out to the others in the room:
"It must be Wei Guo returning. Everyone, hurry up and get out."
Upon hearing the sound, Grandma Yu quickly got up. She and Wang Zhenhua were making clothes for the children.
Wang Zhenhua was a little unsteady on her feet. She was helped by Grandma Yu and walked towards the door. Everyone else in the house who heard the news went out to check.
The two sisters, Wei Xiaomin and Wei Xiaohui, looked at the unfamiliar soldiers brought in by the children. Wei Xiaomin tilted her head, thinking about the news her family had received earlier.
Their father was coming back. He was a soldier and Wei Xiaomin's pride. Wei Xiaomin looked at the man in front of her with some confusion.
He and Wei Xiaohui ran towards the soldier together. Wei Guo stood there blankly, tears streaming down his face. His lips trembled slightly, and he couldn't speak for a moment.
Even when he was charging into enemy territory, he had never been so nervous. But when he looked at the two identical dolls in front of him, he froze, unable to move.
Until he heard a little child in front of him tilt his head and ask:
"Are you our father, soldier uncle?"
After asking her question, Wei Xiaomin, seeing the man still standing there, walked over with some confusion and tugged at the soldier's sleeve. She then asked again:
"Are you our father? My name is Wei Xiaomin, uncle, do you know me?"
Wei Xiaomin's form of address was particularly conflicting; she wished the man in front of her was her father, but for now she could only call him uncle.
Feeling the tug at his clothes, Wei Guo's hands trembled, but he finally recovered and was able to control his body.
He excitedly picked Wei Xiaomin up and said:
"I am your father, my name is Weiguo, Xiaomin, I have missed you so much."
Wei Xiaomin gasped in surprise, then her eyes lit up instantly when she heard Wei Guo's words.
"Great, great! Our dad is back! Sister, can you hear him? He said he's our dad."
Wei Xiaomin, nestled in Wei Guo's arms, spoke to Wei Xiaohui, who was standing beside her. Wei Guo then picked up another, quieter little girl who looked exactly like Wei Xiaomin, and, holding one in each arm, asked Wei Xiaohui simultaneously:
"Are you Xiaohui? I'm your father."
Wei Xiaohui was a little shy, but more excited than anything else. She tugged at Wei Guo's collar, nodded to him, and gently closed her mouth, letting out a "Dad" from her lips.
Unable to contain his excitement, Wei Guo's tears, which he had just stopped, flowed again. He kissed Wei Xiaomin and Wei Xiaohui on the cheeks, his mouth agape in a wide grin, beaming with joy.
But Wei Xiaomin, who was in his arms, looked disgusted. She reached out and pushed Wei Guo's face away; her beard had pricked her a little earlier. Then she said:
"Don't kiss me anymore, your beard is prickling me so badly, it hurts!"
Hearing his daughter's arrogant words, Wei Guo nodded. Looking at the two dolls in his arms, he couldn't help but feel excited.
As the door opened, his gaze fell upon it, and he saw figures emerging from the room.
The first person to come out was Old Master Yu. Upon seeing Wei Guo, Old Master Yu's face lit up with joy, and he said at the doorway:
"It's Wei Guo! Wei Guo has returned!"
Then Wang Zhenhua rushed out quickly. Just now she needed Grandma Yu's help, but now she was running.
She ran up to Wei Guo and looked at his somewhat dark face, which had several particularly masculine scars.
Wei Guo was currently holding Wei Xiaomin and Wei Xiaohui, so he couldn't free his hands, while Wang Zhenhua rushed into Wei Guo's arms and hugged him tightly with both hands.
Then she burst into tears, resting her face on Wei Guo's shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.
Wei Guo wanted to comfort her, but he was holding his two daughters in each arm, which surprised Wei Xiaomin and Wei Xiaohui.
They quickly spoke up, holding Wang Zhenhua's head, which was buried in Wei Guo's arms, and asked:
"Mommy, Mommy, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Did that mean Daddy bully you? Let's beat him up for you!"
After Wei Xiaomin finished speaking, she started waving her little hands around Wei Guo's body. Wei Guo was happy to see this, and Wei Xiaohui did the same.
This wicked father bullied their mother until she cried. Hearing his two daughters hitting each other, Wang Zhenhua quickly looked up, stopped them, and then said:
"Xiaomin, Xiaohui, don't hit him. This is your father. Your mother's tears are tears of gratitude, not tears of being bullied by him."
Upon hearing this, Wei Xiaomin and Wei Xiaohui stopped and looked at Wei Guo in front of them. Then the two sisters began to struggle, trying to stop him from holding them.
Wei Guo was a little embarrassed. He put the two sisters down on the ground and then hugged Wang Zhenhua in his arms. The two sisters looked at their parents in confusion.
Others stepped forward as well, but Wei Guo's gaze remained fixed on Wang Zhenhua, and he did not notice Xiao Wei Mo standing next to Old Master Yu.
The family did not disturb the couple who had just reunited. The two hugged for a long time before Wang Zhenhua realized that his family members were watching.
Then she broke free from Wei Guo's embrace, took his hand, and said:
"Weiguo, let me introduce you to our new family."
Wei Guo was taken aback at first, then nodded. He had been worried that his wife would not forgive him.
However, his wife, Wang Zhenhua, was not angry about his choice. He was gone for six years, and he worried about his family for six whole years, while he abandoned his wife and children for six years.
As Wang Zhenhua introduced them one by one, he introduced Li Xiuxiu, Qian Manman, Zhou Fen and others to Wei Guo.
Wei Guo was naturally very familiar with Grandpa Yu and Grandma Yu, and then looked at Xiao Wei Mo standing to the side.
Wang Zhenhua hesitated. Wei Mo had always been unwilling to accept Wei Guo, and now they didn't seem particularly close.
She walked to Wei Mo's side, took his small hand, held it tightly in hers, and then said to Wei Guo:
“Wei Guo, this is our son, his name is Wei Mo.”
Wei Guo's eyes were fixed on Wei Mo, unable to look away. That tender face was exactly the same as his own when he was a child.
Looking at Wei Mo, who remained silent and showed no particular enthusiasm, Wei Guo knew that it was all his fault.
He stepped forward and slowly embraced Wei Mo, only to feel Wei Mo's body tremble as if trying to break free.
He gazed at Wei Mo in his arms, then spoke:
"Wei Mo, I'm sorry. It's all my fault for not seeing you all these years. I've missed so much time with you. Don't worry, I will definitely make it up to you in the future."
Wei Mo stood there stunned. The bond of blood made him feel as if his blood was boiling.
Everyone else turned their attention here as well. They all knew that Wei Mo was sensible and understood many principles, and naturally they were worried that Wei Mo would not accept Wei Guo.
Wei Mo was still struggling internally, torn between forgiving the man in front of her and loathing him for abandoning his wife and children.
However, the voice of forgiveness for Wei Guo quickly defeated the other voice, because he did not abandon his wife and children, but served his country.
Looking at Wei Guo, who was covered in wounds, with tears streaming down his face and constant apologies, Wei Mo's lips tightened, and then his mouth twitched slightly.
"dad."
Wei Guo, who was crying and apologizing, froze on the spot. Then he hugged Wei Mo tightly in his arms, wiped away his tears with his sleeve, and smiled happily.
As Wei Mo uttered "Dad," everyone else breathed a sigh of relief, but another image flashed through Wei Mo's mind.
A little boy flew slowly into the distance, waving at him and murmuring:
"Thank you for coming from the future. Please take good care of my family."
The End
The remaining plot will be covered in a few side stories to fill in the gaps and unresolved issues.
There are still too few childhood stories. I looked up many games and ways to play, but none of them were suitable. In the North, there are things like jumping off buildings, crayfish, and crab fishing, but these things don't exist in the Northeast at all. I can't just write something randomly and then people will criticize me.
I may write some more books about my childhood in the future. This book has deviated from my plan and I haven't written about the development at all. I apologize.
The new book has already reached over 300,000 words; I look forward to everyone reading it.
Siheyuan, are you trying to morally blackmail me right from the start?
There's also an old book,
In the 1960s, I was involved in construction work in the countryside.
Remember to throw your brain away while watching.
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