Morning Star

Chapter 315: Be good, Lan'er, have some candy

The ninth day of the lunar month: "..."

She let go of his neck, held his face again, and stared at him sternly: "I cherish people more."

After saying this, he nodded affirmatively.

What it means is: Don’t worry, I won’t lie to you.

Mo Xinglan then smiled with satisfaction, grabbed the two little hands, leaned forward slightly and rested his forehead on hers.

"Remember what you said today."

Chujiu was a little flustered by his sudden action.

My heart beat faster and faster when I smelled his sweet scent, and my face gradually became hot. I rolled my eyes in panic, trying to find a topic to ease the heat.

I remembered the candy I bought at Candy Street that afternoon when he wasn't paying attention.

She moved the hand he was holding: "Well, that, Xingxing, you you...I, I'm going to give you something, you, you let go of my hand first."

Mo Xinglan let her go with a puzzled look on his face.

Chujiu took out a candy wrapped in translucent glossy paper from the storage ring.

The candy is bright red and transparent, and you can feel its beauty even through the glossy paper under the light. There is a small bamboo stick inserted below, which is convenient for holding, much like a lollipop.

She handed the candy to him and said with a smile, "I saw a lot of people buying this that afternoon, and it looked pretty good because it was translucent, so I bought it while you weren't paying attention."

I once saw his mother give him this kind of candy in a dream. At that time, he seemed to like eating this candy very much when he was a child.

She hadn't thought of buying candy at first, but then she saw it in a candy store and remembered it. The candy was exactly the same as the candy that Bai Yue'er gave to little Mo Xinglan, so she bought a lot of it. And there were quite a lot of people buying it, although most of them were children.

Chujiu was still thinking when his shoulders suddenly felt heavy.

He looked at Mo Xinglan, who was resting his forehead on his shoulder, with a puzzled look: "What's wrong? Headache or dizziness?"

Mo Xinglan's behavior left her confused. She lowered her eyes and stared at the candy still in her hand in confusion.

he does not like?

Mo Xinglan lowered his eyes, which looked somewhat empty, with a hint of fear in them.

The long-forgotten memories rolled back like waves, the scenes before my eyes flickered constantly, and my memories suddenly became a little confused.

The cold wind and snow scraped his face like a knife blade, and he lay on the ground unable to move. There was no part of his body that didn't hurt, but he didn't dare to cry or even shout.

The woman stood opposite him, staring at him with her lips curled.

She was fine before, caressing his face with a gentle smile, but suddenly she grabbed his neck tightly, as if she wanted to strangle him to death.

Just when he thought he was going to die, she let him go again. Her expression changed, as if she was struggling.

Sometimes he frowned in pain, sometimes he laughed crazily, but in the end, only a bloodthirsty smile was left.

Before he could react, she kicked him to the ground.

He struggled to get up and wanted to get away from her.

But it was useless. The kick caused severe pain in his internal organs, and he had no strength left. He just got up and fell down again.

Suddenly, the ground in front of him darkened, and he looked up at her: "Mom..."

She smiled, took out a candy from her arms and handed it to him, her tone so gentle, as if she had returned to normal.

"Lan'er, do you want some candy?"

The ethereal voice was mixed with dangerous temptation.

He stared at the candy in front of him and opened his mouth but said nothing.

The red sugar is as bright as if it were soaked in blood.

He used to like this candy the most, and his mother would bring it to him every time she came back.

But now he no longer wanted to eat it, and even felt a little nauseous looking at it.

"Mom, can I... not eat?" he begged her.

Don't give it to him, he doesn't want to eat it.

But what he got was her inexplicable roar: "Don't eat?! Why not eat? Don't you like it? Why don't you eat it? Eat it for me!"

She pinched his face like crazy, pried open his mouth and stuffed the candy into his mouth.

"Eat it for me! Eat it for me! Don't spit it out!"

"No! No..." He held her hands tightly with both hands and resisted with all his strength.

My mother was sick, and had been sick since that day. She always went crazy and wanted to kill him. She tempted him with candy and beat him until he was covered in wounds.

He wanted to die like this, but he was afraid of leaving her alone in the world, so he tried his best to live.

He was forced to swallow the broken candy cubes down his throat, and the sharp pieces stung his throat, causing it to burn with pain.

I can't tell whether the sweetness in my mouth is the sweetness of sugar or the sweetness of my own blood.

He couldn't speak, he could only open his mouth and breathe desperately. It was like drowning, making it hard for him to breathe, and his head hurt more and more.

"Lan'er, have some candy."

"Give it to me!"

"Lan'er, don't you like eating the candies that your mother buys you the most? Eat them, eat them."

"Why don't you eat? Why don't you eat?"

"Be good, Lan'er, have some candy."

"Lan'er..."

"……star!"

"Star!"

"Star!"

Chujiu hugged him gently, his little face pale with fear, full of anxiety and worry.

He was shaking violently, his body felt cold, and his breathing became rapid.

She didn't know what was going on and didn't know what to do. She could only shout anxiously, hoping he would give her some response.

This was the second time I saw him like this, and this time he was even harder to wake up than the last time.

Mo Xinglan was awakened by her shouting, and his body shook violently. Instantly, he felt nauseous and his stomach churned.

He pushed her away, covered his lips, hurriedly got out of bed, ran to the sink in the cubicle, propped himself up and vomited.

He hadn't eaten for a day and couldn't vomit anything but bitter water.

Chujiu woke up from his shock, quickly got out of bed, threw down the candy and ran into the cubicle.

I saw him using his hands to catch the water flowing from the bamboo tube and washing his mouth mouthful by mouthful.

She stood beside him in a daze, not knowing what to do.

She seemed to have done something wrong. But what had she done wrong to make him so upset?

"I'm sorry, I..." She tried hard to hold back her tears, her voice trembling.

Mo Xinglan rested his hands on the edge of the sink, lowered his eyes and said slowly: "It's not your fault."

He didn't expect it, he didn't tell her, and she didn't know it in the first place.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that he had no strength in his whole body, his legs went limp and he fell to the ground.

Chujiu's eyebrows jumped and he quickly helped him sit down on the ground.

She held him in her arms, her face full of regret and worry.

How can I make him feel less uncomfortable?

After thinking for a while, Chujiu remembered that one day she asked Shiyuan to get her a book about healing techniques.

Thinking of the last time she randomly injected her own spiritual energy into his body and made his injuries worse, she tried it herself according to the instructions above. Later, she asked Shi Yuan to help take a look and confirmed that there was no problem.

When the memories ended, she looked down at the pale man in her arms. She hesitated for a moment and slowly injected her own spiritual energy into him.

I hope it helps.