At first, Zhuge Yue was able to frown and ignore him, but soon, his expression relaxed and he almost roughly pulled the child up from the ground, then looked at him angrily.
The child was frightened by him and cried out with a pursed mouth: "Daddy..."
“Don’t call me daddy anymore!” Zhuge Yue shouted angrily.
Who knew that just as he finished speaking, he saw that the child looked like he was about to cry again. Zhuge Yue immediately sighed and said helplessly: “If you don’t call me that, then… I’ll let you stay.”
Xingxing was smart and overjoyed. She quickly stepped forward and said, "Mo'er, call me uncle. If you call me uncle, you can stay here!"
“Uncle…Uncle…” The child seemed to have no idea what uncle meant, so he did as he was told. When he saw Zhuge Yue’s expression ease up a little, he suddenly shouted and rushed forward, hugged Zhuge Yue’s neck, and cried, “Uncle, sir…killed…my father and mother…set fire…killed Mo’er…blood…oooo…dead people…”
With just this one name, he treated Zhuge Yue as a relative and cried loudly to complain to him. There was no deep hatred in that voice. Perhaps he did not yet understand what hatred was. He was simply afraid, sad, disliked and hated it. However, these emotions, which seemed very indifferent at the moment, would surely change, take root, and sprout in the years to come, and grow into a tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, covered with the seeds of revenge.
Just like Yan Xun today.
The enemies he remembered now were just some adults. He didn't know their identities, backgrounds, status, or even their surnames and names. He only knew that the people who killed his parents and relatives were not children, but a group of adults. And now, these adults are hunting him down, not allowing him to eat, sleep, or go home.
This time, Zhuge Yue did not push the child away. The child’s tiny body was shaking with tears, and he hugged his neck tightly, as if he were a relative.
Xingxing's eyes were red, and then she said, "Sister, I'm leaving now. I'll come back tomorrow."
Just as the child was about to leave, Chu Qiao suddenly grabbed her, turned around and took out a small dagger, handed it to her, and said seriously: "Xingxing, be careful, if anything happens, come to me."
The child immediately broke into a huge smile. She waved to Mo'er, then glanced at Zhuge Yue carefully before walking out.
The wind outside was very cold. Chu Qiao stood up and blocked the door. She saw the child walking a long way away, but he still turned back and waved at her. In the darkness, she couldn't see her face, she could only feel that she seemed to be talking to her, but the wind was so strong that she couldn't hear what she was saying.
Everything seemed like a reincarnation. As she looked at the child going away, she seemed to see herself. Something collapsed in her heart. The wind was blowing in the wilderness and she suddenly felt very cold.
"Do you feel familiar?" A faint voice sounded behind her. Chu Qiao turned around and saw that the child was still nestled in Zhuge Yue's arms, his little shoulders trembling constantly, and he seemed to be still crying. Zhuge Yue looked at her. In their eyes, time went by quickly and everything seemed to have returned to the starting point. They were also so young at that time, but it seemed that they had endured more.
Chu Qiao smiled softly, "What a strong and good child."
With a whoosh, the wind rose up from the ground, rolling up the dim yellow soil. The wilderness was so quiet, there were no night birds in the sky, only a dark cloud floating from afar. "Uncle, I'm hungry." The child was tired of crying, and his dark little face was brushed with white streaks by his tears, which looked very funny. He spoke rudely to break the peace here, biting his fingers and protesting to the relative he had just recognized as a matter of course, "Mo'er starved to death."
Well, putting aside those sad feelings and the past for the moment, Zhuge Yue looked at this little guy who was not even as tall as his legs with a heavy head, frowned and said: "I'm hungry, what do you want to eat?"
"Hmm..." The child frowned, thinking hard, and then asked, "Do you have abalone soup?"
Zhuge Yue frowned and said, “No!”
None of this? The child continued to ask: "Do you have golden roasted squab?"
Zhuge Yue's expression turned a little grim, and he said in a deep voice, "No."
“Do you have steamed shark fin?”
"No……"
"You don't have any of this," the child frowned in dissatisfaction, looking suspiciously at the relative he had just acknowledged, and doubting the other party's financial ability with some depression, "Then...then there should be golden roast suckling pig, uncle, Mo'er doesn't eat vegetarian food..."
Zhuge Yue’s face was about to turn black. Even a child could read someone’s expression, so he immediately sighed and said reluctantly, “Then…then…then some braised meat is fine, but…only venison. I don’t like braised pork, and beef is also a bit of a stretch.”
Zhuge Yue was immediately furious, and he grabbed the child and angrily said, “Little brat! Are you kidding me?”
"Woo..." The child started to cry, and said aggrievedly, "Okay, pork is fine, uncle, you are so poor!"
This might be the first person in the world to say that he was poor in front of Zhuge Yue.
Chu Qiao looked at them and her mood suddenly improved. She lowered the curtain, smiled and walked in, picked up the white porridge beside her and said, "You haven't eaten for a day, drink some porridge first."
The child picked up the bowl aggrievedly, then licked it gently with his little tongue, as if the porridge was poisonous.
But after he took a sip, he was suddenly stunned, then picked up the bowl and started eating in big mouthfuls.
"Sister, this porridge is so delicious!" The child smiled and was very happy.
Chu Qiao sighed. What delicious food? This porridge was cooked by Zhuge Yue, how could it be delicious? He was just hungry.
“Hey! Boy, don’t call her sister.” Zhuge Yue said in a deep voice with a dark face.
"Huh?" The child glanced at him, then ignored him and continued drinking his porridge.
"Sister, it's delicious."
"I told you not to call her sister."
The child frowned, somewhat disgusted with the man who disturbed him while eating, and said with a frown: "What do you call me? Mother?"
“What mother?” Zhuge Yue was a little angry, being awkward with a little kid who was just over four years old, “I told you not to scream, so don’t scream!”
"What's that called?"
"Call... call Xing'er..."
"Star?"
"It's Xing'er..."
"No," the child shook his head decisively, and said with personality, "Mo'er can't remember it and will get it mixed up."
"You little bastard!"
This kid is really smart. They all wondered if they were being fooled...
When you are away from home and the situation is not good, you have to improvise on many things.
For example, at night, they spread a blanket on the ground, Chu Qiao lay on one side, Zhuge Yue lay on the other, and the little one lay right in the middle. After the child lay down, he smiled with satisfaction and said, "Daddy said that he and Mommy have something to do tonight, and it has been a long time since he let Moer sleep with them. It's great that uncle and sister are not doing anything."
“Cough, cough, cough!” Zhuge Yue was drinking water when he choked and started coughing loudly.
Chu Qiao also blushed, and she hit the child on the head, not too hard or too light, and said, "Stop talking so much, go to sleep quickly."
The child knew that she was not angry, so he tilted his head back and chuckled, then crawled into the quilt and closed his eyes happily.
The wind was very strong at night, making the tent whistle.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew in from outside. Chu Qiao was not asleep. A little kid who was being hunted suddenly appeared beside her. There were many things that needed to be planned.
Feeling that the blanket on the child was kicked off by him, Chu Qiao reached out and wanted to pull the quilt for the child.
But as soon as I stretched out my hand, I touched a slender hand. Instantly, Chu Qiao retracted her hand as if she had been electrocuted. Her fingertips were cold, but her face turned red.
Zhuge Yue seemed to be stunned as well. He walked around the box and covered the child with a blanket. The air in the tent was a little strange. No one was talking. One could only hear the slightly muffled breathing, echoing softly in the tent, and occasionally, the smacking sound of a child's lips.
“Are you still awake?” Zhuge Yue’s voice was a little low, but he was very sober, and it was obvious that he had not slept yet.
"Yeah," Chu Qiao nodded and said softly, "I'm a little worried."
The wind got stronger again, and the whistling sound was like the cry of a wild animal. Chu Qiao was worried that it might rain tomorrow.
“Go to sleep.” Zhuge Yue said slowly, then turned over and said nothing more. Chu Qiao thought he was already asleep. After a while, his deep voice sounded again, mellow and gentle, yet very firm and reassuring, "I'm here."
The wind was so strong outside, but suddenly it was so warm in the narrow tent.
As long as there is a tent, no matter how strong the wind is, it won’t be able to blow in.
In the second half of that night, a rider on a fast horse came galloping quickly and rushed directly into the camp, bringing the news that Master Feng Si was in Xianyang.
Yan Xun was sleeping at that time, but he was not sleeping well. Before the scouts entered the camp, he was suddenly awakened from his sleep. With cold sweat on his forehead, he actually dreamed of the child from the Ouyang family. Along the way, he had seen the chubby kid many times, smiling at him, and a few times he even wanted to approach him out of curiosity.
But in his dream, he saw the child holding a knife, covered in blood, looking at him. Then, the child suddenly raised the knife, but did not stab him, but stabbed it into the heart of Chu Qiao who was sitting next to him. The child's face was covered in blood. He looked at him with gloomy eyes and a smile like a devil crawling out of hell. He shouted fiercely: "I will destroy you and everything you have!"
"Ah Chu!" Yan Xun was sweating profusely, and his white gown was soaked with sweat. His breathing was so rapid, and his mind kept replaying the nightmare from before.
"Cut the grass at its roots, cut the grass at its roots..." Yan Xun kept muttering as if he was in a nightmare, and then suddenly, he raised his head and shouted loudly, "Someone come!"
"Young Master!"
"Find the Ouyang kid immediately, at any cost. I want to see his body before dawn!"
The servant was slightly stunned, but in an instant, his voice was as cold as ice and snow, "I obey your command!"
"Young Master!" At this time, another follower ran in, knelt on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "The messenger from Master Feng Si has arrived."
"Feng Mian?" Yan Xun frowned slowly and said in a deep voice, "It's time to go."
He strode out of bed, threw on his robe, his expression changed, and he became the calm and wise King of Yanbei again. He said in a deep voice: "Let's go and see what good news he brought us from Xianyang." Before dawn, it suddenly started raining outside, with dark clouds overhead, strong winds howling, heavy rain and rumbling thunder.
The trees on both sides of the valley were shaking violently in the heavy rain, making rustling sounds. The ground was covered with yellow earth and mud, and the sky and the earth were bright white.
Chu Qiao frowned and immediately opened her eyes. A hand covered her mouth. She immediately raised her head and saw Zhuge Yue half-kneeling on the ground with a gloomy face, holding a long sword in his hand and tilting his ear to the outside, as if he was listening carefully to something.