The light in the small compartment was very dim, and Song Ci couldn't see the old man's appearance clearly. She stared at the blurry figure and thought of the letter she saw in her grandfather's hometown a few months ago.
Nangong Yingying, a girl with such a touching name, must be beautiful as well.
"We are not members of the Mo family. We are foreign students who came to study at the Mo family."
Hearing this, the old woman chuckled and sternly rebuked Song Ci, "Go back to where you came from! If the Mo people find out about you, you'll never be able to leave the Mo family!"
The old man's words sounded sarcastic, but Song Ci could hear his concern for them. She had experienced the most unimaginable evil in the world, yet she still cared about the safety of others...
Song Ci felt sad.
She pursed her lips for a moment, and after a moment of hesitation, she asked, "Excuse me, Senior, is your name Nangong Yingying?"
It had been so many years since she had heard this name, and a hint of hesitation flashed across the old woman's aged eyes. Then, she looked at the delicate little girl in surprise.
"Why do you know my name?" Nangong Yingying was full of confusion.
Song Ci and Song Fei looked at each other, both with joy on their faces.
It’s really Nangong Yingying!
Song Fei, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly spoke up: "Our grandfather used to be called Mo Qingkuang. Last year, when we were paying our respects to him at his hometown, we found a letter in his old house. We discovered that the owner of the letter was named Nangong Yingying. Senior, do you know our grandfather?"
Hearing this, the old woman was silent for nearly a minute before she asked hesitantly, "In which year did your grandfather pass away?"
"He passed away in the early spring of 1980. Our father was only fifteen years old when he died."
Nangong Yingying stopped talking again.
In 1980, the father of these two children was already fifteen years old, which means that their father was born in 1965.
That year, Nangong Yingying became a mother.
Nangong Yingying looked at the faces of the two little girls below. She stared at them for a long time before asking, "Do you look like your father?" She was almost dying and had never seen her children grow up.
Song Ci burst into tears on the spot. She shook her head and said, "We sisters look like our mother."
Nangong Yingying's eyes were filled with tears. She couldn't find the appearance of her own child in the faces of these two children...
Nangong Yingying thought of Mo Qingkuang again. He died so early!
That man, born in the Mo family, was a rare genius in the Mo family's six hundred years, but he was also the only "traitor" in the Mo family who opposed using pharmacists to make medicine!
That man, who loved her without hesitation, was the only ray of hope in her sad life.
Nangong Yingying asked the Song Ci sisters, "Did your grandfather die miserably?" It must have been very miserable. As the pride of the Mo family, he secretly let go of the last two medicine men of the Nangong family.
Having betrayed the entire Mo clan, what good end could Mo Qingkuang have?
Song Ci couldn't bear to tell her grandmother the truth about her grandfather's death. If her grandmother knew that her grandfather was hanged on a tree and his nose was dug out, she would definitely be very sad.
But Song Fei's thoughts were different from Song Ci's. She felt that Nangong Yingying was not a fragile vase. She could still survive tenaciously until now under the torture of the Mo family, which showed that she had a firm heart.
Song Fei believes that the truth should be told to Nangong Yingying.
Song Ci was still hesitating, so Song Fei said, "Grandpa was murdered. He was hanged on a tree in front of his house. When he died, his nose was dug out."
Hearing this, Nangong Yingying collapsed on the ground powerlessly, and finally shed tears of hatred.
She cried and cursed, "Don't be arrogant! You will die a miserable death!"
Mo Zhangkuang and Mo Qingkuang are brothers. They are both geniuses of the Mo family, but Mo Qingkuang is born with a keen sense of smell and an extraordinary memory. He can copy any medicine with just a light sniff.
Mo Zhangkuang has been jealous of his brother Mo Qingkuang's abilities since he was a child. After his brother betrayed the entire Mo clan, he hated his brother and naturally would chase him to the ends of the earth!
When she heard that Mo Qingkuang lost his nose when he died, Nangong Yingying knew that the real murderer behind it was definitely Mo Zhangkuang.
Nangong Yingying sat on the ground and sobbed, hating herself for being unarmed and unable to kill Mo Zhangkuang to avenge Mo Qingkuang.
Imprisoned in this cage for a lifetime, the only thing that kept Nangong Yingying going was the chance to see her husband and child. She always hoped that Mo Qingkuang and the child would return to the Mo clan and see her.
Although she knew the hope was slim, Nangong Yingying still looked forward to it.
Nangong Yingying's heart was broken when she learned that her husband had passed away more than 40 years ago. She wiped her tears and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is your father okay?"
Song Ci and Song Fei didn't say anything, they couldn't bear to tell Nangong Yingying about their father.
Nangong Yingying was intelligent and insightful, and she immediately understood the reason for the two children's silence. Despite the double blow of the death of her lover and child, Nangong Yingying remained relatively clear-headed.
She clenched her fists and asked with a sob, "Why did your father die?"
Song Ci: "Ten years ago, an earthquake struck Bijiang City, and both my parents died in the earthquake."
Nangong Yingying was disappointed. "A natural disaster?"
"Natural disaster."
Nangong Yingying fell silent. Since it was a natural disaster, there was no one to hate. In the end, among their family of three, this old monster was the longest-lived!
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