Mu Qi's calm expression was confused for a moment, and then he spoke slowly under his mother's serious eyes:
"I listen to mother."
"If mother doesn't let me go, I won't go."
" In fact, it would be quite good to farm in our village for the rest of your life."
He was so obedient without asking why, Ma Yuehong was off guard.
The mother, who had been strong for most of her life, hugged her youngest son and suddenly sobbed:
"Fourth child, mother is not trying to block your way, mother is afraid that something will happen to you!"
"You are talented, smart, and study hard. We should have a great future together, and Kyoto is your best stage, but for you, there is a dragon's pool and a tiger's den!"
She looked at Mu Qi's appearance that resembled hers, and her tears kept falling.
Her son looks so much like her!
If that person was still in Kyoto, he would definitely find out.
By then, the home she had worked so hard to manage would be in chaos again.
Mu Qi hugged her, listening to these half-understanding words, and vaguely guessed something.
Mu Nannan also guessed it.
Her grandmother's identity may not be simple.
In fact, she should have thought of it a long time ago.
If grandma was really just an ordinary woman, how could she have such a big structure and knowledge.
Mu Laoer was dumbfounded.
He has never seen his mother cry!
Why did you suddenly start crying now? !
He didn't quite understand and stepped back.
Reduce your presence.
The atmosphere at dinner was very stiff.
Ji Beinian was taken home by Ji Chao and did not eat here.
After Ma Yuehong served everyone the meal, she returned to the house.
Mu Baoguo rolled some tobacco from the cigarette bag, put it in the cigarette rod, lit it, and started smoking puff after puff.
The smoke blurred his face, and Mu Nannan never tried to persuade him to stop smoking.
"Nan Bao, come here."
Xu Lanxin called her over in a low voice:
"Your grandma didn't have dinner. Mom is afraid that she will be hungry. Can you take these two pickled cabbage buns to your grandma?"
"Okay."
Mu Nannan took the big bowl she handed over and pushed open Ma Yuehong's closed door with her short legs.
"Grandma, mom asked me to bring you the pickled cabbage buns."
"The skin of the buns is made of white flour, and the pickled cabbage inside is sour and spicy, so delicious."
She put the bowl on the kang, then lay down and sat there. Ma Yuehong lay on her knees and stared at her obediently.
Ma Yuehong felt soft-hearted at the sight of her, laughed, held her in her lap and sat down.
"Grandma, don't be unhappy. When you are unhappy, the whole family will feel sad."
Mu Nannan coaxed her:
"Auntie often says that as long as our family works together, there will be no obstacles that we can't overcome. "
I don't know if there are bad people in Kyoto who want to harm you and your fourth uncle, but blindly escaping and avoiding is not the answer. Only by having the courage to face it and fight back can we truly protect you and your fourth uncle, and even, Protect our family."
The childish voice struck word by word in Ma Yue's heart. During the moment of enlightenment, she asked blankly:
"Nan Bao, tell grandma, you are really a god. Reincarnation, right?"
Otherwise, how could he be born with visions, then have abilities that are not belonging to ordinary little babies, and now he can say things that even mature adults can't say.
Mu Nannan covered her mouth with her chubby hands and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear:
"I am not the reincarnation of a god."
"But I was lucky enough to meet a god mother."