Sweet Pillow Pet: The CEO's Exclusive Wife

Chapter 156 12-year-old Morun
Outside, the sun beats down on several feet of fresh snow.

This was Moron's first morning after arriving in the United States. He squinted his eyes slightly, and could hardly remember when he had seen a more beautiful scene than this.He took a deep breath of the snow-smelling winter air on American land, and his throat choked.

"Dear child, do you want to get delicious sausages and bread?" The middle-aged man who brought him from China to the United States asked him, always smiling, with a kind voice, and the tall man stood in front of him, He looked very small.

Mo Lun didn't understand the meaning of this sentence. In fact, at this moment, in his pure heart, he had never thought about food-related matters. All he had in his eyes was beautiful scenery.

The beautiful scenery made him think of Lin Qing, the little girl who liked to play tricks, and his mother. The American man said that he sent his mother to a good hospital, and he would not see her in the near future.

"Yes, I think." He replied insincerely.

"Very good, boy, as long as you complete your task, you will be rewarded - delicious sausages, and delicious bread." The American man took two steps back, and an old tractor was revealed.

Moran looked at the old tractor and felt a little excited.He has never touched a real tractor. Boys always have a playful nature towards machines, and he really wants to reach out and touch them.

"Son, this tractor belongs to you... Drive it to the other side of the river, and your mission will be completed." The American man's hair was shining golden in the sun, and his smile looked unusually warm.

Mo Lun excitedly ran towards the tractor.

He fiddled with the wheel axle and the steering wheel, but found that he knew nothing about the structure of the tractor, let alone how to start it. Slowly, his interest waned. When he turned around and wanted to ask for help, the middle-aged man—— Technically, the man was Sonny, the legal adoptive father, who was gone.

He continued to fiddle with it for a while, but the tractor didn't comfort him for a moment because of the passage of time. After several hours, it still didn't move.

The winter sun rose into the sky, and the air became hot and dry.

At this moment, Mo Lun heard a strange sound.

He thought he might have heard footsteps, intermittent, coming from under the ground.

Several times, he heard the sound, like the sound of furniture being dragged, and it seemed that he could still see the deep dents left by the drag on the snow.

But, soon, he jumped up from the ground - that was the sound of rushing water!
From this moment, Mo Lun began to realize the danger, this is a river!A fast-flowing river!Sonny said that he should drive to the other side of the river, but who knows how thick the snow and ice are on the river!
Morun was a little panicked, and his stomach began to feel empty. Before going out in the morning, because of the excitement of stepping into a new land and because he was not used to it, he only ate a small piece of bread, a few slices of sausage, and a glass of milk.

And those foods, for a 12-year-old child, are only enough to last two or three hours.

According to Sonny's departure, the time that the food heat can support has long been exceeded, and he began to feel hungry.

"Hey! Can anyone help me?" He circled his hands in the shape of a trumpet and shouted loudly in the open snow.

His voice yelled out, it seemed so slight that only he could hear it, it seemed empty and lonely, after a few yells, he felt even hungrier, and he wisely gave up yelling.

After this incident, Sonny commented that he was not stupid, at least, he didn't waste his energy on shouting, let alone trying to ask for help—because, deliberately arranged, no one would show up to help him.

Mo Lun began to seriously ponder the structure of the tugboat. In his brain, he quickly recalled it. Using his only experience and common sense, he worked hard for more than an hour, and the tractor finally started to move.

At this time, it was around two o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was in full bloom.He drove the tractor out suddenly.

As the tractor twisted and twisted forward on the ice, he screamed excitedly, and the air he exhaled frosted his eyelashes.

When he was about to go ashore, he had to drive through a large snow pile. Several piles of snow were higher than the tractor's plow blades, so he had to retreat the tractor and sprint towards the snow pile.On several occasions, due to excessive force, the plow blades were stuck in the ice and almost could not be pulled out.

For the last time, he was really stuck.

In this way, the tractor until the rear axle was completely buried in the snow, he moved back and forth several times, the plow blade seemed to be stuck in an ice crevice, and the ice made a cracking sound.

He doesn't give up.

The tractor's rear wheels turned rapidly, crushing the ice below, but the tractor still couldn't move, and sour black smoke came out of the engine.

Mollen stepped out of the tractor into the snow, cursing himself for being stupid.

He grabbed his sore wrist, looked towards the opposite bank, and estimated the situation in front of him—it was only a few hundred meters away from the shore, and as long as he passed these snowdrifts, there would be no obstacles ahead.

Glancing at the tractor stuck in the snow, reality seemed to be answering his forgotten prayer, there was a dull rolling sound, as if a building was about to collapse.

The crack, spreading from there, quickly approached.

He ran away.

Behind him, there was a sudden cracking sound, and he continued to run forward.

The shoes on the feet have been soaked in water, and the lungs seem to be on fire.

The sound of breaking continued, and he continued to run.

There was a huge roar in his ears, and he didn't stop running.

When he couldn't run anymore, he stopped, bent over, raised his head, and looked towards the original position of the tractor - there, it had become a huge ice cave.

He slowly regained his composure and continued to walk forward, but he could still hear the cracking sound.

At any time, he might fall on the unlucky ice and drown in the ice cave. The 12-year-old Morun did not despair when his life changed dramatically at the age of eight. He did not despair when he saw his mother lying on the hospital bed, and he did not feel despair when his father no longer appeared in his life. At that moment, he really felt despair.

Finally, with a plop, he dropped to his knees in the dirty yellow icy water.He whimpered, he was only two meters away from the shore, and he was about to go ashore.

This was his first day on American soil.

He fell into the icy water, his knees were stiff and cold, he knelt there, looked up at the shore, crawled there, and waited for a long time as a child.

There were people walking up and down on the bank all the time, they were blocked by the huge snowdrifts before, but after passing through the snowdrifts, he could see clearly, those people were talking incomprehensible words, wowing in the house, laughing for a while, laughing for a while, Can sing out of key songs.

These scenarios are like a nightmare, and these people are like monsters.

Everyone was teasing and laughing, but he couldn't be seen.

Sonny didn't show up, his childishness, soaked in the icy river water, faded away little by little.After the sunset jumped and disappeared into the sky, Morun realized that darkness was really coming.

This long wait proves that if he doesn't act, no one can save him.

At the very least, he wants to step out of the icy water, he wants to save himself.

Before the afterglow faded, Mo Lun appeared on the shore wet, with icicles on his hair. Before long, if the rescue was not timely, his clothes would be as hard and thick as iron plates.

Sonny finally shows up, but doesn't bring him any food.

He led him into a slightly warm room, kissed him on the cheek, and said, "Honey, you didn't do well today, but you're still alive after all...so, as a reward, let me give you my best tonight." You spend it in your room."

After speaking, Sonny left.

Moron still didn't have any food, but, after all, didn't freeze to death.

In one day, he has learned not to complain. In that warm room, he misses the Lin family, his little sister, and the happy time of studying in the plane tree... Relying on this longing, he feels that he must stay alive.

When the clothes on his body were dry, he ran out and quenched his thirst with snow. Fortunately, he found a mouse that had frozen to death under the snow.

Rats are not big, but they are better than nothing.

The mouse, on the bonfire, was smoking and emitting aroma, and Morun devoured it.

Before that, he had never dared to eat such small animals, not even rabbits.

I don't know if it was because of hunger, or because the mouse became more delicious after being frozen in ice and snow. He only ate sweet and delicious food, nothing else.

At dawn the next day, Sonny led him to the other side of the river again. The difference this time was that there was already an ice cave above the river.

"Honey, you're going to drive the tractor to the other side."

Sonny smiled all over his face, like a kind father teaching his beloved child.

Morun looked at the unobstructed ice surface, and the ice hole in the distance was still there, like a huge torn wound, his eyes were full of doubts: "But the tractor is gone..."

"Honey, the tractor is in the river, you need to drive it to the other side."

Sonny repeated with a smile on his face.

"If you don't drive to the other side, my dear, your luck will not be so good tonight. Without food, you will be honored to spend a pleasant night on the ice and snow..."

Sonny left again.

Moran was not stupid this time, and he was not in the mood to appreciate the scenery. He followed Sonny all the time, watching him walk into a patch of ice and snow, but suddenly disappeared from the snow.

He looked and looked with wide eyes, and it really disappeared, like a dream.

He ran over, looked and looked at the land, but he didn't see any traces except for the accumulated ice and snow, and Sonny's footprints did stop abruptly here.

At the starting point of the river, there is no one left, only him.

And relying on his own strength, it is impossible to get the tractor up.

Moran growled across the river, growling unbefittingly for his age, like a trapped animal.

Only in this way can he release all his puzzlement and depression, not only puzzlement and depression, but also fear. Based on this fear, he simply flinches from that huge ice cave.

Except for the ice cave, after a night of low temperature, the ice crevices have been frozen, but the cracks are still there, spreading radiantly, all the way to the other side of the river, where he fell yesterday.

(End of this chapter)