As the young man left, the chopsticks in my hand fell on the table.

I couldn't see my own expression, but I knew that I must have been extremely surprised at this moment, as if I was dumbfounded and dumbfounded.

Mo...Mo Yu?!

The young man just now was named Mo Yu?!

In the world... Is there such a coincidence in the world?

I don’t mean that there can be no people with the same name and surname in the world, but yesterday I was angry with Zhao Hu because of Mo Yu, and felt that Mo Yu was a shadow in my heart. I was full of Mo Yu, Mo Yu, Mo Yu all day long. As a result, I randomly entered a farmer, and the young man I met happened to be called Mo Yu?!

Even if this is the same name and surname, it is a bit coincidental.

I thought I was dreaming - I had been thinking about Mo Yu for a whole day, and it was normal to dream about Mo Yu. Although I don’t know what Mo Yu looks like, I always hear Zhao Hu and the others say that Mo Yu is handsome, sunny, cheerful, confident, and always has a friendly smile on his face, so he can also outline a little image in his mind. The young man who appeared just now is quite in line with my imagination of Mo Yu.

It must be dreaming.

I pinched myself hard.

It hurts and makes you feel painful.

Not a dream!

Damn, that young man is really called Mo Yu, and it is quite the same as what I imagined Mo Yu. The key is that he is still speaking fluent Northern dialect!

Although I repeatedly thought this was impossible, just a coincidence, I couldn't help but put down my bowls and chopsticks and hurried out to see what happened.

This is a yard that is not big or small, very common in rural southern areas. There is a middle-aged woman standing at the door of the yard. Her eyebrows and eyes are a bit similar to that of the young man named Mo Yu. She should be Mo Yu's mother. She was still chattering: "Go and come back quickly. Your Uncle Li's cotton should be delivered. He has been waiting for several days."

"I know, mom." Mo Yu took out a shoulder pole and two buckets from behind the door.

At this moment, Mo Yu turned around and saw me and immediately said, "Hey, why are you out? You finished your meal so soon? If you are not seriously injured, go to the entrance of our village to take the bus, where there are cars back to Jinling City."

Mo Yu's mother also said: "Young man, you woke up and you are fine, are you healthy?"

It can be seen that Mo Yu and his mother are both kind-hearted people, and they can be so considerate to me, a stranger, let alone to their friends and neighbors?

More importantly, they do have the accents of our side when they speak.

My heart was pounding, but my face was still calm. I thanked Mo Yu's mother first and said that I was fine. Then I said to Mo Yu: "I'm not in a hurry. Haven't you just woke up? I just moved my muscles and bones and went with you to fetch water."

Mo Yu smiled again and said, "You have just recovered, can you?"

I patted my chest and said don't worry, it's solid.

"Okay, then you go with me."

Mo Yu took out a shoulder pole and two buckets from behind the door.

I haven't done such work since I was a child. It's not that my family is so wealthy, but tap water has been popular for a long time. Every household has a faucet, and the feeling of carrying water is a bit far away. But this thing is not difficult. Just master the balance between the two sides, and just adapt a little. Mo Yu and I carried two empty buckets, one in front and one behind, and walked out of the yard, towards the well not far away.

I was also quite strange on the way, so I asked Mo Yu: "Do you have not even running water here?"

The south shouldn't be so rich.

Mo Yu told me: "Tap water has been open for a long time, but it has been contaminated in recent years. The water flowing out is soy sauce-colored, and there is no way to drink it. If you want to complain, no one will care about it. So everyone started drinking water from the well again."

In this way, it would be better if there were young and middle-aged people at home. If they were lonely and widowed, they would be pitiful. There was not even a person who carried water at home. If no one helped, they wouldn't even drink water.

For example, his neighbor, Aunt Wang, died early, and his children went out to work. Mo Yu would help him carry two buckets of water every morning.

I joked, "You are purely obliged to help!"

Mo Yu also smiled and said, "It's a simple task. Anyway, I'm young and strong, so it's not a good idea to put in more effort."

Walking on the village path, Mo Yu kept greeting people, and his mouth was very sweet. He was either this uncle or the aunt. Everyone talked to him happily. It can be seen that he has a very good reputation in the village.

Mo Yu laughed when he saw someone, and the other party was infected by him, so he laughed. The journey was filled with laughter, which made this quiet and elegant village more harmonious.

Some people also asked Mo Yu to help, saying that the wall at home was broken or that the child had no one to pick him up after school in the afternoon. Mo Yu would agree happily and agree happily, saying that it was okay, and it was wrapped up on him.

While carrying water, two villagers quarreled on the way, as if they were trivial matters, but they were quarreled with red faces and thick necks. Mo Yu walked over to help them talk about peace. The two villagers were very old, at least in their fifties, and they all looked very stubborn. However, Mo Yu, who was in his twenties, spoke in a gentle and drizzle-like manner, and said that this was wrong and that was inappropriate. He only said a few words. The two villagers were convinced and even apologized to each other, then shook hands and made peace.

Mo Yu is indeed quite powerful. He is like a ray of light and a cluster of fire. Wherever he goes, it will brighten and warm.

I really don't want to associate him with the Mo Yu mentioned by Zhao Hu and others. Although the name "Mo Yu" is relatively rare, it does not mean that there is no one with the same name and surname. But he is really similar, exactly the same as the Mo Yu mentioned by Zhao Hu and others. He is warm, sunny, kind, cheerful, and can bring strength to the people around him at all times.

Wherever he is there, there will always be laughter and joy and harmony.

Is there really such a coincidence in the world? The same name and surname, and even the same personality?

After we picked up the water, we went to Aunt Wang's house and poured the water into the kitchen water tank. Aunt Wang was over 70 years old and her legs were inconvenient, but she still came over tremblingly, held Mo Yu's hand, and said Mo Yu, thank you very much. If you were not here, I wouldn't know how to survive.

Mo Yu wiped the sweat from his head and said with a smile: "Aunt Wang, you are so serious. If you have anything, just say hello. I'm next door and can come over at any time."

"well……"

Aunt Wang sent us to the door tremblingly.

After helping Aunt Wang pick up the water, he went to help Mr. Li deliver cotton. The cotton made by Mr. Li had to be sold for money, but he couldn't work alone. Mo Yu and I helped him deliver it to the supply and marketing station at the village entrance. Mr. Li was also very grateful, and held Mo Yu's hand and thanked him repeatedly. Mo Yu said he was not polite, it was just a matter of raising his hands.

Then, I helped Uncle Zhao's house repair the wall, helped Aunt Li to send his grandson to the kindergarten, helped Uncle Sun's tricycle to get the chain, and mediated the conflict between Aunt Zhou and her daughter-in-law...

There were so many things in the morning. I became a little irritable. I was losing myself by helping others so constantly. Do you still have to do your own thing? Mo Yu was always slow and enjoyed it. Everyone helped people do something, and he would breathe a sigh of relief, as if he had completed his mission.

After working so hard, it was noon.

Then I went home for dinner.

I also breathed a sigh of relief and said to Mo Yu with a smile: "Are you just busy with these things every day?"

Mo Yu said, "Yes, I'm idle anyway, so it's good to help everyone."

I said, "Don't you have to make money? Go to work, work, or something."

Mo Yu said: "I have grown a few acres of land myself, which is enough for my own food and the family expenses. I don't need too much money, so I have a lot of spare time."

I sighed in my heart that maybe there are such people in the world. They like to burn themselves, illuminate others, and help others is the happiest. It is said that Lei Feng is a god created by man, and he writes a diary for good things, but he doesn't know that there are such people in the world who like to do good things and can get great happiness and satisfaction from it.

It's really great.

When he got home, Mo Yu made a fire and cooked, cut vegetables and cooked vegetables. Everything was in order, as if there was nothing he couldn't do.

I also helped him to take firewood, wash vegetables, etc.

It wasn't until this time that the two of us had time to chat.

Mo Yu said, "Thank you for your hard work this morning. After dinner, you can take a bus and go back to the city for more than an hour."

I said there was no hurry. Anyway, I was idle and I had nothing to do when I returned to the city.

Mo Yu said, "I heard that your accent doesn't look like a local. What did you do in Jinling? How could you come here?"

Our topic finally came into contact with the morning.

I said, "Where are you? You don't have a local accent. Where are you from?"

Mo Yu said casually: "I, I am from Ronghai. It's a small city. I guess you haven't heard of it."

My heart suddenly jumped up.

Oh my God, is there such a coincidence in the world?!

This Mo Yu...is the dead Mo Yu?

I said quietly, "Oh, of course I know Ronghai, I came out of Ronghai."

With a "clang", the spatula in Mo Yu's hand fell off.

"Oh..." Mo Yu's expression became a little panicked, "So you are from Rong Hai, that's really a coincidence."

Mo Yu picked up the spatula again and continued to cook, but I obviously saw his hands trembling slightly, and cold sweat began to drip down on his forehead.

Is this fear or guilt?

Ordinary people should not be very excited when they see their fellow villagers, and they should keep talking with each other?

Why is Mo Yu in front of him so panicked?

"So..." I stared into his eyes and said word by word: "Do you know Zhao Hu?"
Chapter completed!