Volume 2: Jade Promise Chapter 130: There is always a glimmer of hope in life
Before Ning Mo could say anything, they suddenly heard a very slight noise coming from outside the stone house.
Tang Xiaotang's face darkened. "Could it be that those guys from the City Guards who do no good all day and bully the innocent people are back because they are not convinced?"
Tang Zheng shook his head, indicating that there was no need to be nervous: "Listen to the footsteps, it sounds like a child."
"A child?" Everyone was a little surprised and followed Tang Zheng out of the stone house. Sure enough, they saw a thin boy squatting in the corner and fiddling with something.
"Little boy, this is someone else's home, don't mess around." Xiaotang looked at the little boy with his back to the others, seemingly using a fire starter or something like that to light a fire.
When Tang Zheng saw what the little boy had ignited, he narrowed his eyes and said nothing.
The little boy suddenly heard someone talking behind him. He jumped up in fright, turned around, and answered timidly, "Yes, I'm sorry, I just burned some paper money and left."
The little boy turned around, and everyone found that he was very handsome, with big eyes, a high nose, and blue eyes. He didn't look like a kid born and raised in the Changyuan Leng family area, but rather like a child from the Western Regions.
Tang Xiaotang looked at the little boy, thinking he was playing a prank, and said with a deliberately stern face: "It is very impolite and taboo to burn paper money in front of someone else's house. Don't do it in the future. Go home and play quickly."
The little boy looked at the people in front of him and seemed a little scared, but after thinking for a while, he shook his head and insisted: "My mother told me to burn some paper money for my father every year during these few days. She said this is where my father died, and I must burn it before I leave."
Hearing the little boy's words, Ning Mo's eyes suddenly lit up, and his emotions, which had just calmed down, became excited again. He barely suppressed his emotions, slowly walked to the little boy, squatted down, and said softly: "Little boy, what is your name, how old are you this year, and who is your mother?"
When the little boy saw Ning Mo, the fear on his face eased a lot: "My name is Ling Jianing, I am nine years old, and my mother is Ning Ran."
After hearing this series of answers, Ning Mo, an elite veteran of the intelligence battalion who had seen life and death , actually burst into tears on the spot.
"Uncle, why are you crying? My mother said that boys should not cry easily. Hold back the tears and keep moving forward. Everything will pass. So, every time I am sad, I go running. The year my mother passed away, I ran all night and stopped only when I was too tired to run. But it was really useful. At the end of the run, I seemed to still see my mother running in front of me. While running, she turned back and smiled at me." Ling Jianing reached out, wiped away the tears on Ning Mo's face, and comforted him.
Ning Mo was originally preparing to ask Ling Jianing whether his sister Ning Ran was still alive, but before he could even ask, he already got the answer from Ling Jianing.
Ning Mo lowered his head, and raised it after a long while. He touched Ling Jianing's head and continued to ask, "Then...did your mother ever tell you about a person named Ning Mo?"
Ling Jianing nodded and asked in surprise: "How do you know? Do you know my uncle? My mother often mentioned him to me, saying that my uncle is a great hero, but... every time I heard my mother tell stories about my uncle, I always felt that she was a little sad."
Hearing this, Ning Mo couldn't help but hug Ling Jianing in his arms, choking and saying, "I am Ning Mo, I am your uncle, and your uncle is back to see you!"
When Ling Jianing heard this, he said in disbelief: "You are my uncle?! That's great, Xiao Ning finally has relatives again, and he is no longer alone!"
Hearing Ling Jianing's words, everyone couldn't help but feel sad.
Ning Mo burst into tears again. As the saying goes, men don't shed tears easily, but only when they are heartbroken.
However, Ning Mo's tears were half sad and half excited. He was sad because his sister Ning Ran died young and his nephew was left alone, but he was excited because God finally gave him a glimmer of hope and allowed the two remaining relatives to reunite.
"That's right, you are no longer alone, your uncle will always be with you!" Ning Mo said as he hugged Ling Jianing tightly in his arms.
When everyone looked at Ling Jianing being hugged by Ning Mo, they saw a small part of his arm exposed, with some light scales on it. He was indeed a descendant of the Lingli tribe. While they sighed for Ning Mo's family, they couldn't help but admire Tang Zheng's new reasoning.
Except for the fact that he mistakenly confused Ning Mo's name with Leng Zhan's sister's name, he got everything right.
"Well, now that the family is reunited, let 's all go home. Ning Mo, you can bring Ling Jianing to live in my house from now on. Anyway, my house is big and there is plenty of space! Besides, Daji is also a half-demon, she should be able to get along well with the little guy."
"As for this child's future schooling, he will probably have to study at home. After all, he has a special status, and it is not appropriate for him to go to a martial arts gym to practice martial arts, or to a private school to learn culture like other children. However, I am a teacher myself, and Qingyan and Ning Mo, both of are cultured people, so this should not be a problem." Tang Zheng waved his hand and made arrangements directly.
Ning Mo has made up his mind to raise Ling Jianing well for his sister, but he is now Tang Zheng's servant and cannot make many decisions on his own. He was originally thinking about how to beg Tang Zheng to agree to keep Ling Jianing by his side, but he didn't expect Tang Zheng to think of everything for him.
Moved by this, Ning Mo knelt down and said, "My Lord, thank you for your kindness. Please accept my greeting."
Ling Jianing, who was standing by, looked at Ning Mo's reaction and also knelt down in a daze.
Tang Zheng quickly pulled the two of them up and said with a smile, "Master, isn't that a little too old to call me? How about Princess? Uh... that doesn't seem quite appropriate either. Forget it. From now on, you should just call me Young Master Tang or Young Master Tang. Well, it's a pity that I'm not the third child in the family."
So the group returned to Tianxia Minglu from Shiju. No one expected that the mystery that had troubled Ning Mo for ten years would have such an ending.
When Daji and Tianxiang saw Xiaoning, they really liked this well-behaved and sensible little boy with the unique charm of a mixed-race child. They took him directly to arrange a new room and accommodation.
Ning Mo looked at his nephew, whom he had just reunited with, and saw that he was getting along very well with the two beauties. A long-lost smile appeared on his face, and he felt even more grateful to Tang Zheng.
Tang Zheng looked at Ning Mo and Xu Qingyan standing on his left and right, and couldn't help feeling a little proud. Both of them were talented . One was gifted, good at pursuit, and had extraordinary knowledge; the other came from a military background, was good at planning, and was also skilled in using bows and crossbows. These two people cooperated with himself, and they were simply the iron triangle of assassins. Whoever he wanted to kill before the third watch would not be spared for the fifth!
"Ning Mo, if I asked you to take on Yingshan's assassination mission, would you be willing?" Tang Zheng looked at Ning Mo and suddenly asked.
The name Yingshan, like a shadow, has been lingering in Ning Mo's heart for ten years. Hearing it suddenly, he was slightly stunned, but soon, he bowed and replied: "Whatever Mr. Tang has to say, Ning will not refuse even if he dies."
