Chapter Sixty-Four: Reunion with an Old Friend
This ignorant stubbornness once left the young Mo Huaiyu feeling very helpless.
After experiencing the extreme cold recently, Aunt Mei seems to have learned her lesson, which is why Mo Huaiyu hasn't been keeping a close eye on her lately.
As it turned out, within just half a month of the apocalypse, Aunt May reverted to her old ways!
"What do you mean—the supplies belong to Nannan?" Mo Huaiyu continued to ask, suppressing his anger.
“That’s right. The things in that car were brought by Nannan and her group. Those adults… the adults are gone, so the things must belong to the children, right? Several such young children, they’re almost out of food. Heaven have mercy… what a tragedy…” Aunt Mei said with pity.
"Theirs?" Mo Huaiyu laughed in anger: "Do you know that they were originally supposed to die? Do they even have the right to ask for anything?" That night, Mu Qingyu took care of the adults, so taking care of three children wouldn't be difficult, would it?
Keeping these three children would actually benefit no one. But Mu Qingyu still kept them.
Aunt Mei was shocked upon hearing this: "Does Xiaoyu not even want to spare the three children? They are already pitiful enough without any adults to take care of them, why are you so cruel..."
Mo Huaiyu realized that he and Aunt Mei couldn't communicate. It turned out that all the scam stories he told were useless; Aunt Mei only remembered that they were children, but not what they had done.
Perhaps they were coerced, and they are indeed pitiful. But aren't they definitely accomplices? What about the former victims? Just because they are children, do they deserve to be harmed?
Since there was no way to communicate, Mo Huaiyu could only say firmly, "Fine, if you insist on going next door and helping the people there, no problem, I won't interfere. But the only thing you can access is the supplies in the room that Sister Xiaoyu prepared for you."
"I can't control what you do with it. From now on, Xiao Ai and I will only use the supplies we got that night, so please don't touch them. I will also return some of them to you as compensation for what Xiao Ai and I have spent during this period."
"Also, I can't stop you from going out, but I hope you can close the doors and windows before you leave, and don't bring outsiders into the house." Mo Huaiyu said sternly, his tone full of annoyance.
Aunt Mei looked at Mo Huaiyu in disbelief. She didn't understand where Mo Huaiyu's sudden anger came from, but she could at least understand that Mo Huaiyu wanted to cut ties with her.
"Xiao Mo, do you know what you're saying?" Aunt Mei clutched her chest, feeling a dull ache. What had she done wrong? Was it wrong for her to sympathize with and help the neighbor's child?
Mu Qingyu, Mo Huaiyu, Ai Xiaoai—which of these children didn't receive her love and help?
So what did Mo Huaiyu say?
Mo Huaiyu was helpless. He didn't really want to sever ties with Aunt Mei. Like Mu Qingyu, he was grateful for Aunt Mei's kindness and wanted to repay her.
But Aunt Mei is acting so confused right now... He originally wanted to use harsh words to force Aunt Mei to make a choice.
“Aunt Mei, we really don’t have the ability to help others like we used to…” Mo Huaiyu tried to persuade her again with heartfelt words.
But Aunt Mei interrupted him: "Xiao Mo, what Aunt Mei has done all her life is help abandoned children. You and Xiao Ai are the same, Xiao Yu is the same. You are all the same to me, so the children next door are the same to me too."
“You’ve all grown up, and so have your hearts. You…you’ve all dared to kill…” Aunt Mei’s voice trembled slightly as she said this: “You’re heartless, you’d rather watch someone die than help. I can’t do that. I can’t abandon those three poor children!”
"If you don't want to, then do as you just said!" Aunt Mei said, and then went downstairs without looking back.
Without even thinking, I knew that Aunt Mei had gone next door again.
Mo Huaiyu closed his eyes helplessly, his feelings complicated. Xiao Ai silently watched the whole thing, her innocent eyes glancing at Aunt Mei, then at Mo Huaiyu, who clearly showed signs of pain.
She didn't chase after Aunt Mei, but silently stood behind Mo Huaiyu and gently stroked his soft hair.
On the other side.
Mu Qingyu was at home, her anger simmering with nowhere to vent. Just then, there was another knock on the door outside the courtyard.
Mu Qingyu didn't care who the visitors were. In recent days, apart from two people who came to Building 1 yesterday, there were only so many people in this village.
She grabbed her weapon and went straight to open the door. If anyone came to provoke her, she would fight them directly; she was already fuming and had nowhere to vent her anger.
As soon as the courtyard gate was opened, Mu Qingyu saw a familiar face!
Mu Qingyu's entire body immediately went on high alert!
No wonder the person's figure seemed familiar yesterday; it really was someone she knew!
"Hi! It's been a few days, what a coincidence!" The newcomer lazily raised his hand in greeting, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes as well.
"Why are you here?" Mu Qingyu was indeed quite surprised, and the hidden crossbow in her sleeve was quietly cocked.
"Hey, don't be so unfriendly! I didn't know this was your house. What's with that look? I really didn't follow you. It was an accident, a real accident... Speak properly, don't shoot arrows randomly..." The person took a few steps back, extending empty hands to indicate that he had no weapon and no malicious intent.
This was indeed an old acquaintance; the man who came was the hunting rifle man I had dealt with in Hanjiacun a few days ago!
But today he wasn't carrying that hunting rifle.
"Stop talking nonsense, what are you doing here?" Mu Qingyu didn't shoot him immediately. This person was very strange. Whether it was when they went to the grove to find Mu Qingrong or when they met him at the village entrance after the fire, the man with the hunting rifle didn't intend to kill them, and even deliberately let them go.
Mu Qingyu really couldn't figure out what this person meant.
"Isn't this a refugee's place?" Han Yu shrugged and pointed to his face—there was a cut on his face from a sharp weapon, but the wound had scabbed over and didn't seem to be infected.
"My boss injured his leg and has a fever. I was eavesdropping this morning and saw a girl changing your dressing, so I was thinking of getting some dressings changed too," Han Yu said with a grin. Although he was a little wary of Mu Qingyu's hidden arrows, he was obviously confident that she wouldn't shoot randomly.
A mocking smile appeared on Mu Qingyu's face: "How could the great Chief Gu be in such a sorry state? Is this your new act?"
"It's all thanks to your fire. You set that fire at just the right time..." Although he said that, there was no hint of blame in Han Yu's tone; it was more of a teasing remark.
Mu Qingyu retorted in kind, "You didn't stop me when I was burning it, did you? Now you're pretending to be a good person, does your boss know?"
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