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Chapter 487 Questions and Answers (Updates resumed normally)

There was no need to eat so soon. Remembering how curiously Wu Mu had looked around earlier, Mo Mo simply said, "Teacher Wu Mu, let me show you around my house."

Wu Mu was slightly taken aback; this scene seemed somewhat familiar.
Without hesitation, he smiled and nodded, "Okay."

As the most relaxing and unpretentious place for everyone, the home's layout and details often reflect the owner's personality.

His home, a modern, high-tech villa, is furnished with various gaming devices and electronic products, as well as beanbag chairs for relaxing. It reflects his pursuit of comfort, love of gaming, and close connection to the internet.

Director Lin's home is decorated with various paintings she drew as a child and photos she took herself, showing her experience in painting and her love and talent in directing and photography. The various dolls and pendants in her room reveal the girlish heart beneath her mature and rational appearance.

The Mo family's residence appears to be one or two pavilion-style antique buildings. A few steps from the main building, there is an auxiliary building.

The overall color scheme of the building is mainly light wood tones and white apricot.

"However, the interior of the house is mainly designed for modern comfort, while the exterior decoration and landscaping were done by my dad. He prefers traditional Chinese style and even worked as a Taoist priest at a Taoist temple when he was young," Mo Mo explained.

Wu Mu was somewhat surprised: "You were a Taoist priest?"

Mo Mo chuckled softly, "I heard it from my mom. She said he was very rebellious when he was young, and he was always shouting about rebelling."

"Anyway, he was a real troublemaker, wanting to try all sorts of things, just like the stereotype people have about bands. He only started to get a little more serious after he got together with my mom."

Wu Mu recalled the rather serious-looking handsome man from earlier and shook his head, "I couldn't tell at all."

However, he could imagine that the person was rebellious to some extent. After all, he was involved in rock music in the early days of China. How could he have been involved in rock music back then if he wasn't rebellious?

But there was something he was quite curious about: "I saw online that your aunt graduated from Tsinghua or Peking University, and your uncle, like me, didn't even finish junior high school? How did they meet?"

A top student from Tsinghua or Peking University paired with a junior high school dropout who was also a rock musician—it's quite a contrast.

"I asked about this too. My mom said they met while traveling in Huangshan. At that time, the two-day weekend system had just been implemented in China, and tourism was starting to boom. She took advantage of the summer vacation to go to Huangshan with her classmates, and that's when she met my dad singing in public with a guitar. My dad fell in love with my mom at first sight and asked for her contact information."

Mo Mo paused, glanced towards the kitchen, and chuckled softly in a low voice, "But my dad told me that my mom took the initiative to ask for my contact information, and they initially only communicated by letter and phone. Later, after my mom graduated, she went directly to my dad and that's how they got together."

Wu Mu clicked his tongue, completely surprised that Mo Mo's mother, a highly educated woman, was so bold. Handsome guys who can play music really have an advantage.

"I could tell a long time ago that your uncle and aunt were very much in love." Wu Mu nodded.

"They are very much in love, and even now they often leave me behind to go out and have fun."

Mo Mo confirmed, then asked with some curiosity, "Where did Teacher Wu Mu figure that out before?"

We're meeting for the first time today, aren't we?

Judging from Wu Mu's tone, he wasn't being polite; he seemed quite certain.
Wu Mu was naturally certain. He looked at Mo Mo and smiled, "I can tell from Xiao Mo."

Mo Mo was taken aback, blinked at him, and remained silent.

Shumei, who was following behind and acting as a giant third wheel, looked up at the sky.

Sometimes she felt that it was no wonder so many people liked her brother, and it was no wonder the girls were so popular.

You're always showing off like this, how could anyone not like it!

The price of Mo Mo's house was more than double that of Wu Mu's villa in Beijing, and the area was naturally much larger.

They all have gardens, main buildings, and annex buildings, and each floor has a lot of rooms.

"The annex is my parents' studio and reception room, the connecting corridor in the middle is the restaurant, and the first floor of the main building is my parents' bedroom and guest room."

Mo Mo continued to show Wu Mu around, introducing things as they went.

"My room and workspace are on the second and third floors. You'll find out about the second floor soon, Mr. Wu Mu." Mo Mo kept his whereabouts a secret for a moment when talking about his activities.

Then, once they got to the second floor, Wu Mu immediately understood why she had been keeping him in suspense.

"Is this your workspace?" Wu Mu looked at the second floor in surprise.

Unlike the normal interior design of the downstairs apartment, the second floor is an open space.

There are no rooms to divide the space, and the view is very open and unobstructed. A huge circular bookshelf runs along the wall, encircling half of the second floor. In the middle of the semicircular bookshelf, various musical instruments, phonographs, equipment, computers, toys and so on are arranged according to their functions.

Mo Mo smiled and said, "No, the workspace is on the third floor. This is my study. I usually read books, watch movies, listen to music, and play games here."

"Because I often have ideas that I want to experiment with or record when I'm reading or playing, it's too troublesome to go out of the room to record them, so I designed it this way."

"As expected of Teacher Mo, her attitude towards creation is extraordinary," Wu Mu exclaimed.

But Mo Mo suspected he was being sarcastic and knew how to fight back. She clenched her little fist and said, "If we could have ideas like Teacher Xiao Wu all the time, we might not need to record them."

Wu Mule: "That's different."

He copied it, relying entirely on the system's lottery system, while Xiao Mo wrote it himself.

Putting aside their attitude, the sheer number of books on the second-floor bookshelves alone is enough to make anyone extraordinary.

Have you read all of these books?

He walked towards the bookshelf and looked at the books on it with curiosity.

Murder on the Silver Train, Murder in Red, and The Time Watch.
"I've seen this half, but I haven't seen the other half, or I only saw half of it and didn't want to continue," Mo Mo pointed out to him.

Noticing his gaze, she explained, "This area is for detective novels."

Mo Mo is a detective novel enthusiast, a fact revealed before on "Masked Singer," which Wu Mu knew.

And judging by the sheer number of books on this shelf, this person is a true detective novel enthusiast.

On the second floor of Mo Mo's house, there are not only books, but also various records, sheet music, photo albums and so on.

Wu Mu walked along, looking around, and then stopped in front of a bookshelf next to a sofa area covered with a blanket, near the window area in the center of the second floor.

His sliding finger paused on a notebook on the bookshelf.

[Month, 202x]

Ok?
what is this?
Wu Mu looked curiously at the handwritten words clearly visible on the spine of the notebook.

What do these dates mean?
Besides, month x is this month, isn't it?

There wasn't just this one; next to it, there was half a bookshelf of notebooks of this style, each with a handwritten date format, only the dates were different, with the dates closer to the bottom being more recent.

Mo Mo, who was standing next to him, saw his finger stop and seemed unaware at first, but suddenly realized what was happening and quickly pressed down on the notebook where his finger had stopped. "Teacher Wu Mu, you can't look at this!"

Huh?
Wu Mu became somewhat interested. "A diary?"

Does Xiao Mo keep a diary?
Respectable people rarely keep diaries because they know it's difficult to express one's true thoughts in a diary. There's an unconscious preconceived notion of an audience, so what's written is often somewhat pretentious and ultimately meaningless. But I didn't expect it to be a diary.

Mo Mo's face flushed slightly. "It's not a diary, it's a collection of questions?"

"A set of questions?"

"Hmm." Mo Mo's hand was still on the notebook. "You can read the one on the far left of the bookshelf, the one with the title '200x'."

Wu Mu curiously took down the notebook that Mo Mo had mentioned and opened it to look at it.

Shu Mei, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but crane her neck and ask, "Sister Mo Mo, can I watch?"

Mo Mo didn't seem worried about the contents of the notebook. "It's fine."

Then the two of them huddled together to examine it.

Upon seeing the contents of the notebook, the two immediately understood what Mo Mo meant by the set of questions.

Why are some people tall and some people short?

Why is Ah Ling taller than me?

"Why am I still not growing taller even though I drink milk every day as my dad does?"

How can I grow taller quickly?

Some of the characters are childish and crooked, and the question marks are drawn very large.

Wu Mu stared in surprise for a moment, then burst out laughing, "These were written by Teacher Xiao Mo?"

Mo Mo looked a little embarrassed. "Well, when I was little, I often asked my parents all sorts of questions. My parents got tired of asking me, so they taught me to write down the questions and then find the answers myself, or add them later when I knew the answers."

It turns out to be a handwritten version of "100,000 Whys".

Wu Mu looked Mo Mo up and down and couldn't help but laugh. "Teacher Mo, you're already tall enough. If you were any taller, it would put pressure on people."

Mo Mo's height is estimated to be around 1.7 meters, which is definitely above average for a girl.

Shu Mei also turned her head away and covered her face, "Sister Mo Mo, you were so cute when you were little, so are you taller than A Ling now?"

Mo Mo awkwardly ran his hand through his hair. "I'm taller than her. Ah Ling is my aunt's daughter. Back then, she always said she was taller than me."

Wu Mu laughed heartily.

Once he knew what these things were, his interest was immediately piqued.

After flipping through the notebook in his hand, he turned to look at the notebooks that filled half a large bookshelf in front of him.

So these are the questions that Xiao Mo has had since he was a child?

I was so curious about what she was wondering about.

"Besides this one, what other books are available for us to read?" Wu Mu turned to her and asked.

Mo Mo met his gaze, looking both embarrassed and somewhat helplessly amused. "Let me look."

She temporarily put down the newest notebook and started browsing the bookshelf, occasionally taking one out to check before putting it back.

After searching for a while, she handed another book to Wu Mu, saying, "This is a book of questions I asked when I was a little over eight years old."

Wu Mu took it and opened it to examine it.

The handwriting has changed significantly from its previous somewhat immature and distorted style.

"How can I sing 'The Price' completely? (Dad says I have to wait until I'm older and my voice is more stable.)"

Why did my mom tell me not to talk about singing at school? (√)

Why does my mom always know when I sneak a peek at the TV? (My mom says she can read minds.)

"How can I become like my mother, so that everyone likes me?"

Wu Mu clicked his tongue. "Is this eight years old?"
At eight years old, the question I was pondering was how to sing a song completely.

It seems that it was about two years after Mo Mo first appeared on stage with her parents.

Generally speaking, many child stars in the industry develop a dislike for being child stars because they are forced to act and take photos. However, Mo Mo has started to actively think about how to sing better.

And Mo Mo was so cute when she was little, I really believed her mother could read minds?
Mo Mo, standing beside him, seemed to have noticed his thoughts, and her face flushed slightly. "She and my dad conspired to lie to me. They made my dad think of some numbers in his mind and then tell me, and she would read my mind to show me that they had planned it all along. And that TV, she found out by touching the back of the TV."

Wu Mu laughed heartily.

After laughing, he pointed to the question with the checkmark and said, "What does this checkmark mean? I know the explanation afterward, so I understand the reason."

"I knew the reason, but I was too lazy to write it down, so I just ticked it."

Mo Mo explained.

“My mom doesn’t let me talk about singing at school because she doesn’t want me to attract too much attention. If I talk about it with my classmates often, they might see it as showing off and attack me.”

Wu Mu nodded, agreeing that his concerns were valid. After all, he was still a child then, and daily life was just as important as singing.

When this was brought up, Mo Mo smiled and said, "When I was little, I loved the way my parents sang. When I wanted my dad to teach me to sing, they were both happy and worried that singing would become a burden for me and make me hate singing. So they often advised me not to take it too seriously and to just sing for fun. They didn't want me to have any other bad feelings because of singing."

Wu Mu nodded in agreement, which meant that the affection between Mo Mo's parents was already evident in Mo Mo himself.

For a naturally playful child to develop a love for music and progress to this level through practice, besides their own talent and interest, one can easily imagine the careful nurturing they received from their parents.

The family that nurtured Xiao Mo into this kind of personality must have been filled with love.

He continued looking at the question bank in his hand.

Although this collection of questions is not a diary, he found that, in some ways, it reveals more about what Mo Mo was like as a child than a diary.

He showed a keen interest in music from a young age.

They also have childlike innocence and cuteness, but occasionally they also have negative issues such as "how to pretend to be sick and not go to school" or "how to beat up an annoying classmate without getting their parents called."

Looking at these questions, I can already vaguely imagine what she looked like as a child.

After reading through several collections of questions that Mo Mo had selected as risk-free, he turned his attention to those collections that were closer to the present day.

"Teacher Mo Mo, are there any problems you'll be able to see after you become an adult?"
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P.S.: I'll resume normal updates this month. Except for the three "Asking for Advice" cards that can be exchanged with points, I won't be updating anymore.

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