Midnight Offering

She's awake! Moyuan, their mother wakes up!

"Come in! My aunt is awake

I called to the door, the people outside seemed to have been waiting too long, just heard my first words, they could not wait to push the door and enter. When they saw the woman on the bed, struggling to sit up, Mo Jin's cry broke out first.

The two men also had mixed feelings, especially the Mohist master. His face muscles were constantly shaking, and his body was shaking with excitement. His slightly turbid eyes were full of tears.

Even the serious old man Mo, who had been taunting his face, turned around and wiped his tears in silence.

"Mom Mom, you're awake

Mo Yin opens her mouth in disbelief. For the first time, there are cracks in her resolute and heroic face. Mo Qin and Mo yuan should be the most calm of the four children, which is somewhat unexpected.

I have always thought that with the soft and watery character of the Mo Qin, she is more likely to touch the scene and create feelings, instead of always showing her strong ink voice.

Think about all the memory clips I saw. When Ding Ruoshui went to the battlefield, the four brothers and sisters of the Mohist school were actually young. The largest Mo yuan should have a little impression of his mother, but Mo Jin, who was still in infant state, certainly did not.

"Wife..."

Mohist master trotted to his wife's bedside. I helped her to sit up and put some pillows behind her so that she could rely on her.

Ding Ruoshui, who had been sleeping for twenty years, had not adapted to it after waking up. He was dazzled. His eyes, which were as bright as agate, seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.

For a long time, she turned her head and looked at a circle of people around the bed. After a while, she recognized the face of the Mohist master. Her eyes opened slowly and murmured in disbelief.

"Husband?"

"It's me, Ruoshui, it's me, you finally wake up..." The master of Mohism couldn't help himself. I gave up my position and stood up. He immediately sat down beside Ding Ruoshui, put his arm around her shoulder and held her tightly in his arms.

"Welcome home."

An eight foot man, at the moment because of joy and happiness and shed tears.

As soon as I got up, my eyes suddenly turned black and my feet were soft. I almost fell to the ground. My heart beat like a runaway thump in my chest.

"Xiao Hua!"

On one side of the ink fast will I hold, did not let me fall on the ground, behind the old man rushed to squeeze over to check the situation.

"What's wrong with you? Come on, I'll help you to the couch for a rest

There is a long reclining chair behind a screen in the room. It is said that in order to wait for Ding Ruoshui to wake up, the master of the Mohist school used to stay here for several months. However, with the passage of time, this hope gradually faded away.

Occasionally he would have little hope, sleep here, looking forward to the next day, to see his wife's smile, call himself to get up.

Mo Jin helped me sit down with one hand over my head. I didn't know how to describe this feeling.

The limbs were soft as if they had been drained of strength. When I raised my hands, I could still see them shaking and tingling in the temples, and my brain was about to explode.

I can't help but worry about whether the ability has been used before the full recovery, so there are sequelae?

I held my forehead, leaned a little, and closed my eyes.

Mo yuan and Mo Qin also came to ask me if I was OK. I nodded and realized that they had not left. I opened my eyes and asked in surprise, "don't you want to reunite with your mother?"

"Don't worry about that much. Mom wakes up. We'll have a long way to go in the future. It's hard for you today." Mozin pulled a chair and sat next to me.

"When you look back, do you see anything?"

Mo Qin's words made me stunned and narrowed my eyes. As soon as I thought that Mrs. an was killed because of saving Ding Ruoshui, the owner of the house had sacrificed a lot of ghost exorcists with their soul, which made my brain tingle again and again.

It's like someone's pricking me with a needle.

I don't know whether the Mohist master told them all about the war. I hesitated and said, "it's something you did when you were a child."

Mo Qin was obviously very curious about what I saw. As soon as I wanted to ask something more, I heard the soft voice of a woman coming from the other end of the screen.

"Where's the piano?"

I patted the Mo Qin's arm and reminded me, "Auntie is calling you. Go."

Mo Qin reluctantly looked at me, I gave her a reassuring look, she left.

I didn't expect that I could wake Ding Ruoshui indirectly with my own ability. Everyone was happy and the family was happy.

While they have no time to take care of me, I quickly ease their mood, as well as that full of brain from Ding Ruoshui that all kinds of information.

Just when I was drowsy because I was exhausted, I heard the familiar female voice."And the benefactor?"

A few seconds later, I heard the sound of feet. After the visitor approached, he seemed to look at me for a while. Then he lowered his voice and said, "Xiaohua is asleep."

It's mohin.

As I was in a half dream and half awake, I could only rely on my ears to judge. After Mo Jin finished, she took a thin blanket from somewhere and covered me.

"Let her sleep for a while. Come here and let mom have a look. Time flies. You are so old..."

After that, I fell into a deep sleep, and there was no strange dream to disturb me.

……

"If water, do you know how long you sleep?"

"It's been twenty years." Mo master wiped his face and tears with exclamation. Mo Yin was a little absent-minded. She sat by the bed and was glad that her mother was awake, but her eyes still glanced at the screen from time to time.

"Why don't you go and see Xiao Hua?"

Mo Jin takes Ding Ruoshui's hand and asks. At this time, asking this question obviously makes Mo Yin very embarrassed.

As the youngest sister, she did not have the mature and meticulous mind of Mo Qin and Mo yuan. Seeing that the harmonious atmosphere changed suddenly, Ding Ruoshui said with a gentle smile: "Yinyin is as willful as when I was a child. Go and see her. She has saved my benefactor."

"Mom..."

Mo Yin blushed and retorted, "I'm in my twenties, and I don't have willfulness."

She saw Mo Yin or stubborn temper, no action, slightly dissatisfied, but did not express.

Ding Ruoshui kept looking at the four growing up children beside him, and his eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of fog, moved and did not know what to say.

The Mohist master told her everything that had happened just now, and Ding Ruoshui opened his mouth in surprise.

"It turns out that Rong Hua is a retrospective. I was just wondering how she woke me up."

Mo Jin is not very happy, one thing to one thing, she is still aware of my physical condition: "Xiaohua only used his ability a few days ago, but has not recovered to help us, and now he has gone to sleep, I am worried about her."

The Mohist master was obviously aware of this problem. He twisted his eyebrows and felt as if he had made a decision in his heart. He said to her seriously: "Xiaoji, as long as ronghua is in our house for one day, we will take good care of her."

But his eyes twinkled as he said all this, and it was obvious that there was something else to hide.

Suddenly, Ding Ruoshui asked, as if he had just remembered.

"What about the war? Did you win in the end? What about the people who settled down, my dad and them? "

In a flash, the room fell into a silence, several young people looked at the side of the father and grandfather, as if waiting for them to speak.

The master of Mo thought that the matter could not be concealed. When he was ready to tell the whole story, master Mo immediately took his arm and shook his head toward him.

"Dad

He saw his old father is still unwilling to tell the matter, dissatisfied way.

Who knows, out of his expectation is what the old man Mo said.

"I say it."

The old man stood aside, even though his waist was stiff and full of strength, but with him to disclose everything, his body began to shake and unsteadiness.

Until he choked his voice and said that Mrs. an and the owner of the house were killed in battle, Ding Ruoshui seemed to have been drained of his soul and collapsed on the bed.

"Dad, what are you talking about?"

She murmured, shaking her head: "they won't die! They won't die! They are so capable! The strength of settling down is so strong, you are lying to me! "

The master of Mohism was so excited when his wife just woke up. He was afraid that she would have an accident again. He quickly comforted him and said, "don't be excited..."

"How can I not be excited! They are my best friends! "

Ding Ruoshui forcibly broke free from the Mohist master's arm. The master of Mo still wanted to open his mouth. The master of Mohism immediately called out: "Dad, don't say anything. Let's have a good rest for a while, then."

"No, Dad, you go on, tell me as much as you can about the war after I'm in a coma!"

She is still the same as she was 20 years ago, and her position on certain matters will not be swayed by others, even if this person is her husband.

Mr. Mo closed his eyes sadly, and his face was full of apologies: "you were saved by the daughter-in-law. If it wasn't for her at that time, I'm afraid you won't be."

This sentence, for Ding Ruoshui, is no doubt five thunder!

Even the four younger generation on the side did not expect, among which the most shocking and guilty is mo Jin.

Because she had seen Anning in her bedroom, she also knew that the daughter-in-law in her grandfather's mouth was Anning's own mother!

How can she face peace in the future? How to face Xiaohua?Her white teeth were biting her lower lip fiercely, and she was silent.

"What about her husband?" Ding Ruoshui doesn't give Mr. Mo time to relax God, and then he asks.

"Sacrifice the talisman with the soul, and follow."

She thumped hard on the soft bed, with clear tears in her eyes.

"How could this be so How come? What about my people? Where are my parents? "

This time, the old man Mo is really silent, turned his head, as if he did not want to tell her.

"Tell me! Tell me! "

The master of the Mohist school finally couldn't look down. He roared, full of sorrow and hatred for himself: "they No, my mother-in-law died of her father-in-law's death. "