After marrying the hunter, he became more and more abnormal

Chapter 317: Slowly Inducing

"Oh, I'm sorry." Xia Mo apologized. It turned out that the child really had no relatives.

The child shook his head, indicating that he did not need to apologize to him, as his grandfather had said that aging, illness and death were common in life.

"Then you can stay here for a while. My last name is Liu, you can call me Uncle Liu. The one just now was Uncle Ling." Xia Mo thought for a second and decided to tell him his last name, which would make it easier to address him. As for how to accommodate him, he would have to discuss it with Brother Chuan.

"……Thanks."

Xia Mo smiled, he was a very polite child, and his mentality was much better than he thought.

"No need to thank me, it's just a small favor. In fact, there are many children your age in the village where your uncle Ling and I live. They are very naughty... By the way, we are here to have fun. What's your name, kid? Are you a local?"

They are here to have fun, so does that mean they will be leaving soon?

The child's eyelashes drooped, and he thought disappointedly. Then he felt that he was a little greedy. He wanted to continue to possess it after getting a little warmth. He felt that people like him should not covet these things.

But he really envied the children his uncle talked about. Why couldn't he be like them? Why did having different eyes mean disaster? He had never hurt anyone...

The child was thinking in a disorderly manner, feeling very upset and self-abandoned, so he clutched the corner of the quilt tightly and said nothing.

Xia Mo glanced at him without leaving any trace, "Don't want to tell me? It's okay if you don't want to tell me, don't be nervous... Oh, by the way, how old are you this year? Tell me when the doctor prescribes the medicine later."

In order to get more information about the child, he had no choice but to resort to indirect methods.

The child felt sad and bitter in his heart, his lips pursed slightly, and he couldn't help but raised his head slightly to take a peek at this gentle and smiling uncle.

Xia Mo knew that the child was observing him, but he smiled faintly. He pretended not to notice and started to make up stories seriously: "Don't you remember? It's okay. Doctors nowadays are very good and can feel bones. This shouldn't be a problem."

The child moved, pressed his knees together, and whispered, "No, there's no need to call a doctor."

Xia Mo did not give up and persuaded him: "Why not? Good health is the foundation of life. You are still young and your body recovers quickly, but when you are old, the root of the disease left in your youth will easily break out. We can't avoid doctors, or are you afraid of the bitterness of the medicine? Haha, it's nothing. If you are afraid of bitterness, you can eat candied fruit."

"No, that's not the reason." The child immediately denied it. He was not afraid of hardship.

"Sure enough, you are better than those little brats in the village. They are afraid of hardship. But if you are not afraid of hardship, then why don't you want to see a doctor?"

Xia Mo deliberately criticized him first and then flattered him.

Well, although it still feels a bit like digging into someone's heart, in order to get closer to the child and understand his specific situation, he has racked his brains to find topics to talk about.

When Uncle Wenrou asked the reason again, the child, who dared not speak directly, thought to himself:

I heard that seeing a doctor costs a lot of money. People like me may not live to that age, so it would be a waste of money. Also, the doctor probably wouldn't be willing to see someone like me, right?

Yes, they always looked at him with disgust, threw stones at him, drove him away, and beat him...

Even my grandfather would turn his head away sadly when he met his eyes, and either sigh or curse the cruel God.

So except for these two uncles who were not afraid of or cared about him, no one else seemed to be able to accept him.

The child knew in his heart how out of place he was in this world.

In the shadows, his eyes suddenly dimmed and his two small lips tightened instantly.

Seeing that the child was silent again and acting like a little ostrich, Xia Mo thought about it and decided to take a step back so as not to scare the other person by forcing him too much.

So he chuckled, "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. I just think it's funny when you're thinking seriously, like a calm old man, quite like Brother Chuan, um... that's Uncle Ling just now, don't take it to heart."

The kid obviously didn't expect to hear such words. His uncle said that he looked a lot like that fierce uncle?

The child was surprised, and it seemed as if a small fish jumped out of the water in his heart, causing waves.

He hesitated again and again, and finally raised his head slowly, looking at Xia Mo with a pair of soft eyes. After seeing that the other party's expression did not change at all, he slowly asked: "Uncle, why do you think we look alike?"

"Want to know?"

Xia Mo cheered in his heart, but his face was mysterious. As he spoke, he turned back and glanced towards the door, like a thief, to see if the owner was there.

The child who was watching his every move also became nervous. He wanted to change his words and say that he didn't really want to know, but this feeling was so new and subtle that he was a little reluctant.

Once they leave here, we will never see them again, right?

The child moved his lips and swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

Since his uncle is not afraid of him, he can be willful this time.

Therefore, the child nodded slightly under Xia Mo's sharp gaze: "I want to."

Xia Mo curved her starry eyes, hooked her finger at him to signal him to come closer, and took the opportunity to sit down on the edge of the bed.

"Then come closer and let's talk quietly, otherwise he might hear us if he suddenly comes in."

The moment Xia Mo sat down, the child subconsciously wanted to hide, but due to curiosity and greed, he sat back down with his butt slightly raised.

He glanced at Uncle Liu, who was smiling brightly and whose pupils reflected his shadow, then he supported himself on the bed and moved over tremblingly.

Seeing the child go from being cautious to being willing to communicate with him, Xia Mo was overjoyed and thought to himself that it was great.

The child didn't dare to get too close. Looking at this short distance, Xia Mo smiled and thought, isn't this simple?

So he bent down and moved closer. The child tilted his head back slightly, but it didn't matter.

Xia Mo raised a hand to cover his mouth and said in a low voice, "Actually, Uncle Ling was just like you before. He was bullied by the villagers because he was different."

The child's eyes suddenly widened as he listened, and he expressed disbelief at what he heard. Could someone as strong as Uncle Ling be bullied?

"You don't believe it?" Xia Mo drooped his eyelids and glanced at the child.

The child shook his head and nodded.

"I knew you would have this reaction, but I really didn't lie to you. Of course, no one dares to bully him or look down on him now, because he has become strong inside and powerful as a person. Kid, only mediocre people look at things with a shallow eye, and will not distinguish right from wrong." Xia Mo said earnestly.

He didn't expect the children to understand anything he said, he just said it anyway.