But he seemed unsatisfied with just being a top student, so he also insisted on being called a school bully. He was truly a contradictory person.
Perhaps God felt that Ye Moxun had had too smooth sailing for the past eighteen years, so a few days after he finished his college entrance examination and became the top scorer in the province, the young man died in an accident while racing with his friends in the middle of the night.
The young life of an eighteen-year-old was abruptly cut short that night.
When Ye Moxun woke up again, he found that he had been reborn in ancient times, born into the Ye family, one of the three great families in the capital. His father was the newly appointed head of the family, his mother was a concubine, and he was the so-called illegitimate son.
Ye Moxun's uncle and mother were both servants in the Ye family. His uncle, Zhong Qingyi, used to be a guard in the Ye family, and his mother, Zhong Qingniang, was an embroiderer. Zhong Qingniang was beautiful. Even when she was sixteen, her stunning beauty could not be hidden by coarse cloth and plain makeup. In the end, she was taken in by Ye's father.
At first, Zhong Qingniang was favored by Ye's father, but her family was poor when she was young. Later, she and her brother were sold to the Ye family as servants, which severely damaged her health. She died a few years after giving birth to Ye Moxun.
Ye Moxun lost his mother when he was four years old. Because he was weak and an illegitimate son, his grandparents did not like him. When his mother was alive, his father would treat him differently, but after his mother died, his father forgot about him.
It can be said that he was raised by his uncle from the age of four until last year when the capital was in complete chaos and the court was in utter disarray. His father went out to do business and did not return for more than half a year, and no one knew whether he was dead or alive.
The capital was no longer safe to stay in, and wealthy families began to flee one after another, including the Ye family. The Ye family fled all the way to Jiangnan, where the drought was not so severe, but there were barbarians burning, killing and looting.
The people who had just fled to Jiangnan were shocked. Logically, the Hu people should have invaded the north first, since their homeland was also in the north and closer to the capital. Who would have thought that these Hu people would bypass many cities in the north and go straight to Jiangnan?
So the Ye family returned north. They dared not go back to the capital, so they could only find other places that were relatively less chaotic to settle down. However, after living there for only half a year, the Hu people attacked again, and the Ye family had no choice but to flee in all directions. During their escape, they abandoned Ye Moxun, who was like a burden.
If it weren't for his uncle always being by his side, he probably would have died countless times.
Thinking back on it brings tears to my eyes.
"Hey, little... big brother, is this person your relative?" Song Tantang called out to him in a soft, sweet voice. Actually, she originally wanted to call him "little boy," but considering that she was younger than him, she changed "little boy" to "big brother."
Ye Moxun snapped out of his daze and quickly ran over. He squatted down in front of Zhong Qingyi and called out to him, "Uncle, Uncle, wake up, don't scare me."
For nine years, Zhong Qingyi had treated him like his own son. In this world, apart from his mother, this uncle was the one who treated him the best. Even Ye Moxun's coldest heart had long been warmed. He had long regarded this man as his closest relative. How could he just watch him die?
"Do you have any medicine? Please, please save my uncle. I will repay your life-saving grace in the future." After saying this, he solemnly knelt down and kowtowed to Song Tantan and the other person.
"Oh ho!" Song Tantan nimbly dodged away; she couldn't accept such a heavy greeting.
Song Zhuiyan also turned to the side, refusing Ye Moxun's bow. She squatted down and reached out to check Zhong Qingyi's nose, finding that she was still breathing, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Tantan is still alive, maybe we can save him." She wasn't sure either; when they arrived, he was still fighting with someone, but as soon as they got there, he collapsed.
Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that he had suffered multiple knife wounds, some so deep that the bone was visible, and his condition was far from optimistic.
Song Tantan knew she couldn't afford to delay, but she couldn't take the medicine from the pharmacy counter in front of Ye Moxun. She was just thinking of finding an excuse to go back and get the package.
Then Ye Moxun said, "I know you have medicine in your space. Please be sure to save my uncle. As for other matters, I will tell you after my uncle's injuries are treated."
Song Tantan's pupils contracted, her heart pounding with shock. What was this child all about? He looked only eight or nine years old. How did he know she had a spatial ability? What else did he know?
But there's no time to delve into it now; saving lives is the priority. Since the only conscious outsider here already knows her secret, there's no need to keep it a secret. Song Tantan quickly pulled out a bunch of wound medicine, iodine, gauze, and other supplies.
Neither Song Tantan nor Song Zhuiyan were professionals, and they were clumsy in treating the wound. In the end, Ye Moxun couldn't stand it anymore, so he pulled Song Tantan aside and said in a cold voice, "You help out from the side, I'll do it."
Then, Song Zhuiyan was busy disinfecting and bandaging the man's wounds on the other side, while Song Tantan was responsible for handing things to Ye Moxun. Despite his young age, Ye Moxun was quite skilled at these tasks.
After treating Zhong Qingyi's wounds, Song Tantan took out anti-inflammatory and antipyretic medicine from her spatial storage and handed it to Ye Moxun, asking him to feed it to Zhong Qingyi.
After struggling for most of the hour, they finally got it done, and all three of them were so exhausted that they sat down on the ground.
"The sun is getting stronger and stronger. There isn't even a tree to provide shade here. We need to find a place to stay quickly, otherwise, not only will we be unable to stand it, but your uncle might not even make it to tomorrow." Song Zhuiyan looked at the blazing sun in the sky, her expression somewhat solemn.
Ye Mo saw that the two women didn't immediately question his identity or try to force him to reveal why he knew about Song Tantan's spatial ability. Instead, they were thinking about finding a place for his uncle to recuperate. He was grateful, and his tense expression eased.
"Let's find a place to stay first, and while we're at it, find some food." The word "while we're at it" is quite clever. Song Tantan is planning to use the excuse of finding a place to stay to take out some food from her spatial storage, and then pretend that she found it elsewhere.
Ye Moxun understood her subtext, nodded, and picked up the sword that Zhong Qingyi had dropped on the ground. "You go ahead. I can take care of my uncle. I believe you will come back."
There was nothing he could do if he didn't believe them; he couldn't just tie them up and prevent them from leaving. He could only gamble, hoping that they would soften their hearts and not abandon their seriously injured uncle and him.
"Don't worry, host. Song Tantan and her aunt will come back. I didn't sense any danger from them. They are both kind-hearted people. They will find a place for your uncle to recover and they will also find plenty of food."
The system rattled off a bunch of things, genuinely afraid that its weak host wouldn't be able to hold on and would end up slitting its throat with a sword. From the moment it was bound to Ye Moxun, its life and death were intertwined.
If Ye Moxun dies, the system will also be destroyed with his disappearance. This is the fate of being bound to the wrong host. The system must wait until Ye Moxun becomes powerful before it can retire successfully.
"Shut up, who asked you to say anything?" Ye Moxun mentally berated the system, but his face remained expressionless, still sporting a dirty little face.
"Okay, then you sit here obediently and wait for us to come back. We'll be back soon." After their interaction, Song Tantan had already forgotten about being knocked down and having her head crushed by him. Seeing him treat her uncle's wounds, Song Tantan had a good impression of him.
Ye Moxun's lips twitched. This little brat was treating him like a child. Tch, he didn't even know how old he was.
He was inwardly disdainful, but outwardly he nodded cooperatively, "Yes, I know."
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