Cannon Fodder is No Longer with Me

    "Xinglan, this child can't survive."

    "But, if he doesn't care, he won't live right away."

    "It won't last long, haven't you listened to what the old host said? Even if he takes care of his body, he won't live long. The main reason is that we really can't afford a mouth. Ugh."

    “…”

    It was followed by a low sob.

    Mu Xing couldn't open his eyes, his body was heavy, and it took a while to slowly react.

    But if there is reincarnation, don't you want to drink Meng Po soup?

    He was still thinking in a daze when he felt his body being held up.

    He was kissed on the face, and hot tears fell on his forehead.

    "Son, don't blame the mother for being cruel, this may be your life."

    Mu Xing was shocked, remembering the conversation between the two before, they were probably his parents in this life, and now, it seems that he wants to lose himself for physical reasons.

    Newborn babies with congenital diseases, if they are thrown away, most of them will be gone.

    He can only live for so long?

    No, you can't sit still like this.

    He used all his strength to barely raise a hand, and by feeling he felt the hand holding him, and squeezed a finger.

    He wants to give it a try, the tone of these two is obviously reluctant to bear their own.

    The person holding him trembled.

     "Brother Zhuzi, look at how much this child kisses me and how well-behaved. We can't be so cruel."

    "But..."

    "It's nothing but." Zhang Xinglan wiped her tears and said firmly, "No, it's just another mouthful of rice, let's save it. I go to the mountains to dig wild vegetables, and I can always save it."

    It is his own flesh and blood, Mu Dazhu is also reluctant, thinking that this child will not live long, and sighs.

    "Okay, hold him for me, let's go home."

    Mu Xing finally felt relieved when he heard this, the strength that he held up suddenly dissipated, and he suddenly fell into a drowsy sleep.

    I had a long dream.

    In the dream, the poor farmer Mu Dazhu went to the mountains to hunt a game for his wife who was about to give birth to make up for her body. She didn't return for three days. His wife Zhang dragged her nine-month-old belly to find her husband . On the road, he was frightened by the speeding motorcade and gave birth prematurely.

    Just as a powerful lady in the convoy was about to give birth, she took her to a nearby temple to give birth.

    Diao slaves did evil, and gave birth to the child.

      .

    This is a poor family who can't open the pot. If he is a healthy child, he can help the family work for a few years. Sad in the future.

    Mu Dazhu and his wife threw the child outside and wiped away tears.

    This frail and sick child was picked up by an old beggar.

    Fifteen years later, the little beggar was begging in the capital and offended the rich boy.

    The secret that has been buried for many years has been revealed. It turns out that the little beggar is the young master of the Chengenhou Mansion.

    He should have grown up in fine clothes, jade, gold and jade, but he suffered a lot.

    The little beggar thought he had finally found a family and could live a good life. Who would have thought that the young master was very much loved at home, and was chosen as the prince's companion to read. He was nothing like the little beggar.

    Everyone in the Marquis of Chengen looked down on this newly brought back young master, including his close relatives.

    His father didn't even want to give him a name, and he didn't want him to replace the identity of the fake young master. He just said he was the son of the outer chamber.

    The little beggar was born with insufficiency, suffered for many years, suffered great physical losses, and went away soon after.

    No one in the family was sad for him, but cursed bad luck, wishing he never appeared.

    Mu Xing slowly opened his eyes.

    It was a thick blue cloth curtain that caught his eye. He was half-held, leaning on his warm and soft body.

    He moved slightly, this movement was detected, and a happy female voice: "Xiaobao woke up."

    Dengdeng stared at someone running over, it was the clear voice of a child, shouting to see his brother.

    Mu Xing felt that he was being picked up and faced the faces of the three children.

    "Okay, don't startle Xiaobao and your mother." Another older female voice came in and talked to her for a while.

    Mu Xing's spirit was not very good, she yawned delicately, and fell asleep again.

     When Mr. Zhang heard the words, he looked at the face of his younger son, and his heart was sure.

    Although this child is as thin and thin as a cat, he was born white and clean, and his facial features are better than the fat doll in the New Year's picture.

    "It's a pity..." When Mr. Zhang thought of the abbot's words, his eyes suddenly turned red.

    "Don't cry, beware of the root cause of the disease." Aunt Mu raised her face, "Don't cry, I think our little treasure is very good. Let's take good care of it, this is just born child, who can tell?"

    "Well, it's all my mother's."

    Little Mu Xing, who was mentioned, is not actually asleep now.

    His consciousness sank into a strange place.

    It was so dark that nothing could be seen.

    Then a little light appeared in the darkness, and the light became bigger and bigger, turning into a ball of invisible shape.

    Mu Xing looked at this scene strangely: "Who are you?"

    The group of light said: "I'm here to help you."

    Mu Xing: ?

    The light group said: "Did you see that dream?"

    "That's not a dream, that's your life experience."

    Mu Xing was stunned for a moment, but he was actually a little puzzled, because the dream was too real and too detailed.

    Guang Tuan said: "You were supposed to be a noble young master of the Hou Mansion, but you became a beggar and died of a miserable illness. Wouldn't you be unwilling?"

    Mu Xing thought about it and said, "But now I'm not a little beggar, my mother and they brought me home."

      You can't even afford to eat full meals. Even if you're not a little beggar, you still have to live a hard life."

    Guang Tuan lowered his voice, with a hint of bewitchment: "And that Mrs. Hou has returned to Hou's mansion, that young master is the same age as you, not only eating bird's nest supplements, but also taking care of There are seven or eight of the maids and nurses."

    "This should have been yours."

    Mu Xing looked at the light group and asked in confusion: "So?"

    Guang Tuan said: "So you won't be reconciled? I can help you."

    "Help me with what?"

    "Help you go back to the Hou Mansion, and help you get back what should belong to you! A son of a lowly peasant family, how can he enjoy the glory and wealth that should belong to you!"

    Mu Xing blinked and looked at it: "You are so angry, could it be... the little beggar in my dream?"

    The light group immediately retorted: "How is it possible? Hmph, I won't be such a despicable fellow."

    Mu Xing let out an "oh" and said indifferently, "Then why are you so excited?"

    Guang Tuan saw him indifferent: "I'm angry for you!"

    Mu Xing's expression is that you don't want to touch porcelain: "It's not necessary, it's not necessary. I'm not angry myself, you can just be angry, don't rely on me!"

    Light: "…"

    Seeing that Mu Xing did not enter the oil and salt, he was furious: "Why are you such a bun, you don't care if your identity is robbed?"

    Mu Xing calmly asked: "Why are you so nosy, I was robbed of my identity, what does it have to do with you?"

    Light: "…"

    The next moment, Mu Xing's eyes are dark.

    He came out of that strange place.

    That strange light cluster is very wrong.

    It seems to be trying very hard to incite him to fight and rob. But just as Mu Xing said, it is his own business, the origin of the light group is unknown, why is it so warm-hearted?

    It helps itself, what is it? It also doesn't look very righteous.

    And the other party's methods are unpredictable, Mu Xing is not willing to be involved with it.

    The other thing is: if the things in the dream are true, with the cold-blooded attitude of the Houfu that regards parent-child as a tumor, he does not want to go back at all.

    Three years later.

    Dazhuang Village.

    It was midsummer, the sun was scorching hot, and a group of half-old children were playing in the stream.

    This stream is so shallow that it is as deep as the knees of half a child.

    Under a big tree by the creek, a white and tender boy sat obediently under the tree, it was Mu Xing who was already three years old.

    His second sister and third brother are playing in the water. After all, Mu Xing is not a real three-year-old child, so it is difficult to integrate into it.

    What's more, his physical condition does not allow him to do such drastic things.

    Mu Xing held a painting of a mess on the ground with a branch, while thinking about the strange light group.

    In the past three years, at the beginning, the light group dragged him into dreams every day, telling him to see what the young master of the Hou Mansion ate and used, and how rich and luxurious the Hou Mansion was.

    Comparing the misery of the Mu family, it can be said to be very miserable.

    Mu Xing was completely unmoved.

    I don't know if it's a little discouraged, and now the light group will only enter his dream once in a few days.

    Suddenly there was a slight movement in his ear, Mu Xing looked over suspiciously, and saw a big fat rabbit jumping out of the grass in front of him, rushing straight towards him—

    With a puff, it hit the tree trunk.

    Not moving.

    Mu Xing looked at the rabbit that knocked him out of breath in surprise.

    Stand by and wait, the ancients will not deceive me.