I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 78

Chapter 78 Long Years(28)

Finally, I found flint in the collapsed stove and some less wet firewood in the corner.

She shielded herself from the rain and returned to the main hall to start lighting the fire.

Old firewood soaked by rain is not so easy to ignite.

Fortunately, Mu Wanwan had experience and was able to light the fire.

After the water in the incense burner boiled, Mu Wanwan tried her best to take it aside from the fire.

It cooled for almost half an hour before I could barely drink it, but it tasted a little like the cheap powdery flavor of temple ash.

But compared to rain, it is much stronger.

It was already evening when the boy woke up. Mu Wanwan handed him the water in the incense burner and put the steamed buns in his hand.

The boy touched the warm steamed bun in his hand, looked at her and said, "Who are you?"

Mu Wanwan smiled: "My name is Mu Wanwan, you can call me Wanwan, of course you can also call me Awan."

The boy said "Oh" and said nothing.

Mu Wanwan was shocked at this moment. From the beginning of her arrival here, everything she did was out of control.

But now this girl says she is her.

Mu Wanwan saw that he didn't eat steamed buns but only drank water, and said, "You won't be full just by drinking water."

Mu Wanwan's thinking was forced to interrupt.

The boy's eyebrows were downcast, and the injuries on his face and body looked terrible and pitiful under the last ray of skylight.

"You saved me."

Mu Wanwan smiled: "Yes, I am amazing."

But the boy's expression changed: "Didn't you get beaten by them?"

Mu Wanwan smiled even brighter.

"How could it be? They were made to laugh by me. I snatched the baggage and hid it in the statue. They didn't dare to come and check the statue, so naturally they couldn't find me."

The boy's face suddenly turned pale: "You hide in the statue, aren't you afraid of being blamed by the gods?"

Mu Wanwan smiled: "What is this called? I have no choice but to do it, and the gods will forgive me."

The boy asked again: "Are you really not afraid of them finding out?"

Mu Wanwan thought for a while: "Poor people always believe in gods and ghosts. No matter how bad they are, they must have heard a lot of words from their parents not to offend the gods. I made a bet, but fortunately I won the bet."

There was some worry in the boy's voice: "It's too risky."

Mu Wanwan smiled even happier: "She doesn't take risks. That's what my mother is like. Fortunately, my father doesn't believe it, otherwise I would die in front of the statue today. Let me tell you another secret. A real god will not blame others for his actions."

He who lives offends his sufferings.”

The boy nodded in understanding.

Mu Wanwan saw that he still hadn't eaten a mouthful of steamed buns, and asked, "Why don't you eat it?"

The man's voice is a little soft.

"I want to give it to Dahui to eat."

Mu Wanwan asked: "Who is Da Hui?"

The boy's voice became even lower: "Big Gray is a dog, a dog who will share its food with me."

After saying that, the boy looked at the sky and took a sip of water.

Then he grabbed the steamed buns and put them into his baggage, picked up the baggage and rushed out.

"What are you going to do?"

Mu Wanwan didn't get a response, so she could only follow the boy to an even more shabby alley.

Behind another rotten basket, Mu Wanwan saw the scrawny Big Hui.

But Da Hui's body was covered with scars from being beaten with sticks, and before they came back, Da Hui had already died.

The smell of blood mixed with the boy's cries rushed into Mu Wanwan's mind.

"I said he will come back to find his bitch, and this woman who helped him. Give me a fight!"

Seeing a group of gangsters running towards them, Mu Wanwan could only hold the boy's hand and lead him running wildly in the silent night.

One bright day, the boy sneaked back.

His original intention was to collect the corpse for Da Hui, but he heard the gangsters' words halfway.

"Although the dog is a little thinner, the soup tastes really good."

The boy cried for a long time after hearing this.

Later, he made extensive inquiries and found several bones.

He wrapped these bones in his relatively clean clothes and buried them under the willow tree by the river.

Time turned again, it seemed like several months had passed, and then it seemed like only a moment had passed.

The boy was recruited to restore the statue of the god. It is said that someone saw the smoke rising from the ruined temple on a rainy day turning into the appearance of a god.

The boy just smiled, dug out Da Hui's bones, mixed them with the clay used to build the statue, and sealed it into the statue.

Then for thousands of years, thousands of people would kneel down and worship.

At the last moment when she left the dreamland, Mu Wanwan heard the boy say: "Awan, my name is Feng Yuan, don't forget me."

"Mu Wanwan? Mu Wanwan."

She opened her eyes and heard the sound of Feng Yuan coughing softly.

"What's wrong?"

Feng Yuan coughed twice: "What are you dreaming about? Why do you keep talking in your sleep?"

Mu Wanwan was stunned: "What did I say?"

Feng Yuan paused, seeming to be thinking.

After a long time, he said: "What a big ash, some kind of god statue."

Mu Wanwan looked at Feng Yuan with doubts in her eyes.

"you do not know?"

Feng Yuan smiled: "What is that? I really don't know."

Mu Wanwan said softly "Oh".

Then he said again: "It is indeed not a very good dream."

After hearing what she said, Feng Yuan said gently: "Then don't think about it anymore."

As soon as he said this, the person started coughing violently.

Mu Wanwan could only stretch out her hand and help him carry it.

"Master said that there is a backlash in your body that even he can't get rid of. How did you do it?"

Feng Yuan's coughing sound paused, but then the coughing got worse.

"I said before that as long as you ask, I will tell you everything. That's true, but I really can't tell you the truth. It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's that I can't tell you."

Mu Wanwan looked at Feng Yuan's face and sighed: "That's all, then I won't ask."

But in his mind, he couldn't help but associate Chengyan's ban with Feng Yuan.

"By the way, how is Second Master Uncle doing?"

Mu Wanwan thought for a while and said: "I was punished by my master. I was stripped of my real name. I received the same punishment as you, but the time in prison was longer than yours, fifty years."

Feng Yuan coughed twice more.

"Master is still merciful."

Mu Wanwan said smoothly: "Master said so too."

Feng Yuan smiled and said: "Okay, it's still early, I can still sleep for a while. I can't bear it anymore. If I hadn't heard you talking in your sleep, I might still be sleeping now."

Mu Wanwan also yawned: "Let's talk about the rest tomorrow, I can't bear it anymore."

Feng Yuan saw Mu Wanwan lying down in front of the bed to sleep again, and said, "If you sleep like this, your back will be sore when you wake up tomorrow morning."

Mu Wanwan looked at the only bed in this room and said, "Then I can't compete with you, a wounded person."

Feng Yuan smiled and moved towards the bed.

"Come on, I don't take up much space when sleeping."

Mu Wanwan was still a little nervous, Feng saw the sight, covered her lips and started coughing again.

"I can't do anything now. If you're worried that I'm plotting something against you, I'll just put up a barrier."

As expected, Feng Yuan tremblingly set up a barrier for himself.

Mu Wanwan was attracted by this as soon as she saw him, and was no longer polite.

Lie down on the bed.

“The bed is still comfortable.”

The moonlight shines through the window, illuminating the lightly gathered gauze at the end of the bed.

After a while, Mu Wanwan's breathing became steady and long.

The charge of six thousand words is completed.