The Rebirth of the National Goddess

In fact, even if Mrs. Mo didn't say anything, Mo Qingyi could guess something.

What Mrs. Mo wanted to tell her was probably related to her life experience, or it was related to the entire Mo family.

Ever since she could remember, there had never been any memory of her father in her mind, and Mrs. Mo had never taken the initiative to mention her father.

Strangely, even as a child, she never felt that she lacked a father's love.

The role of her father is dispensable to her.

Her mother and brother are her everything.

Although her brother was as cold as an insoluble iceberg, in her eyes, he was the best brother in the world.

I remember that she failed in the college entrance examination last year. In the examination room, she cried and called Mo Zhixuan. Within thirty minutes after hanging up the phone, Mo Zhixuan appeared. He left behind an important cooperation project and traveled across half of the capital to see her , just to say, "It's okay, brother is here."

She never thought that such an aloof brother would say such a thing.

It was also from then on that she began to make up her mind to study hard and chose to repeat the study for a year, so as not to disappoint her brother.

Thinking about it carefully, from childhood to adulthood, Mo Zhixuan has cleaned up many messes for her.

The mother and daughter walked all the way to the study.

The atmosphere was a little quiet and a little silent.

Even though she had already prepared herself, Mo Qingyi was still a little flustered.

"Qingqing, you sit down first, Mom is going to get something." Mrs. Mo took her to the sofa in front of the French window and sat down, then turned around and entered the inner room.

"Okay." Mo Qingyi nodded obediently, but was a little at a loss.

When Mrs. Mo came out again, she had an extra cloth bag in her hand.

The old-fashioned handbag with purple and blue patterns and old patterns is full of the atmosphere of the times. It can be seen that it has been well preserved by the owner, and there is no trace of damage on the body of the bag.

Looking at the package, Mo Qingyi's heart beat faster suddenly, and she felt a feeling of suffocation.

"Qingqing, when you grow up, Mom won't hide some things from you." Mrs. Mo opened the handbag while speaking, her voice was calm, but her eyes were slightly red.

"Mom..." Mo Qingyi opened her mouth, but stopped talking.

Mrs. Mo took out a piece of red paper, a yellowed plastic feeding bottle, and a set of baby clothes from her bag.

Although knowing the truth of the matter might be very cruel to Mo Qingyi, Mrs. Mo insisted on saying today that when the child grows up, she has the right to make her own choice.

Instead of letting the child know her life experience from other people's mouths, it's better for her, a mother, to tell her in person.

"Qingqing, I have always regarded you as my own daughter, but I have to tell you the truth. In fact, I am not your biological mother." Mrs. Mo sighed and continued, "Eighteen years ago, Our family just moved to the capital, I remember that day, the snow was very heavy, I went out to do errands, and as soon as I came to the street, I saw a group of people pointing around there, and heard the cry of a baby, I also left In the past, I found you. At that time, your little face was flushed from the cold, your lips were blue, and the umbilical cord on your belly hadn’t fallen off. The onlookers said that this child would not survive tonight, but I didn’t believe this evil, so I sent you You take it home and keep it until today..."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Mo's voice has gradually become hoarse, as if the scene on the street eighteen years ago appeared in front of her eyes.

There were many onlookers, but no one gave warmth to the baby.

There was even a couple who quietly took away the only keepsake from their child.

I don't know what kind of family it is that has the heart to abandon such a little baby on the street in Daxue.

It can be said that if it weren't for Mrs. Mo, there would be no Mo Qingyi today.

Mo Qingyi's face turned pale.

The blood flowed backwards all over the body.

It is one thing to know something in your heart, but quite another to hear it with your own ears.

"Mom, are you kidding me, right?" Mo Qingyi felt a lump in her throat, and tried hard to squeeze out a complete sentence from her throat. She was afraid that if she said one more word, her emotions would burst.

Fairies~ There are two days left in the countdown.