Morning Star

It's rare for six people to sit at a table, how can we just chat without playing games?

"Game?" Chu Wenxuan looked at Chu Jiu in confusion.

Chujiu took out a deck of playing cards that she had someone make for her when she was bored, and a brush and placed them on the table.

The five people looked curiously at a pile of cardboard on the table with strange patterns engraved on one side and nothing on the other side.

"Why do these pieces of paper have patterns on one side?" Mo Mingjie picked up a few pieces and looked at them. His thoughts were all on the pieces of paper in his hands. He didn't even remember the unpleasantness that had happened between him and Chujiu before.

Chujiu didn't care about the previous quarrel and smiled mysteriously: "This pattern is the key to the game."

After a pause, he picked up the playing cards on the table and explained as he laid them out: "This is called playing cards. There are 54 cards in total, and each one..."

A few minutes later, Chujiu finished explaining some common sense about playing cards.

After Chujiu finished speaking, Chu Wenxuan asked in confusion: "Does Xiaojiu usually tinker with these things when he has nothing to do?"

Most people in Hualing knew that the third daughter of the Chu family was not serious about her job, was willful and capricious, and liked to wander around. It was not uncommon for her to come up with these things.

"Well, actually not entirely." Chujiu coughed awkwardly.

"Are we going to play games with these playing cards later?" Mo Yan pointed to the playing cards on the table.

Chujiu adjusted his mindset: "That's right. We are going to play a game called Drawing the Turtle. In this game, you must first take a card from the deck as the turtle, and then..."

After a few more minutes, Chujiu finished explaining how to play the game of drawing the turtle.

"Then what is this brush used for?" Chu Furong pointed to the brush that was placed aside and was almost forgotten by everyone.

Chujiu smiled maliciously: "Hehe, since it's a game. If we just play without punishment, it will definitely be boring. So, this pen will be used as a punishment tool later."

Chu Furong continued to ask: "How to punish?"

"Whoever finishes playing cards first will be the winner, and whoever keeps the last card will be the loser. The winner will use this pen to draw a stroke on the loser's face. You can only draw one stroke. And you can't draw the whole face with one stroke. There is a maximum limit." Chujiu answered.

After hearing this, Chu Furong asked again: "Only punishment, no reward?"

"Reward? The winner draws a line on the loser's face, isn't that a reward? What other reward do you want?" Chu Jiu looked at Chu Furong with contempt.

“……”Chu Furong glared back.

Then the six people started the game.

A few minutes later, the first winner emerged, it was Chujiu.

A few minutes later, the first loser emerged, it was Chu Furong.

It's true that enemies meet in a narrow road. The first time it happened was between the two of them.

"Hehehehe, second sister..." Chu Jiu picked up the brush and walked to Chu Furong with a sly smile.

Chu Furong stepped back reflexively and swallowed: "You, you..."

He closed his eyes, raised his head as if ready to die, and closed his eyes: "Come on, who's afraid of who."

"Then I won't be polite." Chujiu raised the tip of the pen to Chu Furong's rosy and fair little face.

Mo Yan, Mo Mingjie and Chu Wenxuan looked on with worry. Mo Xinglan had a blank expression on his face, as if it had nothing to do with him.

The pen fell and drew a black, medium-sized circle on Chu Furong's left cheek.

"Okay." Chujiu put down the pen in his hand, looked at Chu Furong's face, and raised the corners of his mouth without disguising.

Chu Furong couldn't see her own face, but from the feeling she just had, she could still tell what her face looked like.

She secretly thought to herself that she would definitely win it back.

Chujiu returned to his seat, shuffled the cards and continued the game.

After Chujiu won the first round, he was not the winner in the following rounds, but fortunately he was not a loser either.

After a few rounds, Mo Yan, Mo Mingjie, Chu Wenxuan and Chu Furong all had ink painted on their faces. Chu Furong's face, including the one painted by Chu Jiu, had two strokes in total.

“Hahahaha…” Chu Jiu looked at Chu Furong’s face. She really couldn’t help it and laughed out loud while lying on the table.

Chu Furong had a circle drawn on her left cheek by Chu Jiu in the first round, and Mo Mingjie had drawn a circle of the same size on her right cheek in a symmetrical position in the round that had just ended.

Seeing Chujiu laughing unabashedly, Chu Furong shouted angrily, "Chujiu, stop laughing!"

After hearing this, Chujiu laughed even harder and clapped his hands on the table while laughing: "Haha... I'm sorry, haha, I... haha... I really can't help it hahahaha..."

"You..." Chu Furong was furious.

Mo Xinglan looked at the girl beside him who was laughing so hard that she couldn't stand up.

Perhaps she is the only one who can laugh so recklessly.

Why can a girl laugh like that?

Thinking of this, he looked at Chu Furong's face.

Just because of this? Is that so funny?

In order to stop laughing, Chu Jiu stopped looking at Chu Furong and didn't even dare to look in her direction. He turned his head to look in the direction of Mo Xinglan and happened to meet his eyes.

Very good, I stopped laughing immediately.

Why was the evil-hearted evildoer staring at her? Was there something on her face?

She didn't know why, but when others suddenly stared at her, she didn't think it was a big deal. But when Mo Xinglan suddenly stared at her, she felt a chill on her back, always afraid that he would jump up and kill someone.

She asked tremblingly, "Is there something on my face?"

Mo Xinglan frowned, turned his head away from her, and did not answer.

Was she afraid of him just now? That's right, everyone would be afraid of him. Was she no exception?

It was clearly she who had insisted on holding his hand and bandaging his wound not long ago.

……

The game continues.

The winner of this round is Chujiu again.

Chujiu couldn't help but raise her lips. She thought, if Chu Furong loses later, she will draw a circle on her forehead or the center of her chin. Oh, haha... She is really a genius.

Just as I was fantasizing, this round was over.

The loser was not Chu Furong, but Mo Xinglan.

The ninth day was dumbfounded. His right hand holding the pen was shaking uncontrollably.

Ah this, ah this this this, why is it Fatty Si? Why is he a black-hearted evildoer? ? ?

This is different from what she thought!

I feel like if I draw it, I’ll be doomed.

Mo Xinglan saw Chujiu holding a pen and didn't dare to turn his head to him: "Aren't you going to draw?"

The other four people also stared with anticipation, wanting to see what Chujiu would draw on Mo Xinglan's face.

After hearing this, Chujiu tried hard to calm his frightened heart, tightened the pen in his hand, and turned to look at Mo Xinglan.

Mo Xinglan is taller than Chujiu, and is taller than her even when sitting.

Chujiu stood up, looked down at Mo Xinglan, and comforted himself: It's just a game, the evil-hearted monster won't take it to heart. Yeah, he definitely won't, Chujiu, don't scare yourself.

Mo Xinglan sat up and looked at her in confusion.

Should I draw or not?

Just as I was thinking about it, my chin was lifted up by a small hand.

Chujiu gently pinched Mo Xinglan's fair chin with his left hand and lifted his head up. Their eyes met.

This posture seems strange no matter how you look at it, and there is also a sense of inexplicable ambiguity in it.

Chujiu raised the pen in his right hand, stopped it above Mo Xinglan's face, and was hesitant to put his pen down.

She was in trouble.

Wuuuuu…The black-hearted monster’s face is too pretty, too white and too tender, she can’t bring herself to do it!

She felt that she would ruin his extraordinary beauty with this stroke. It would be a pity. But this was a rare opportunity, and she didn't want to give up.

Seeing that Chujiu was slow to write, even with Chujiu holding up his chin, he still felt tired of holding his head up. And he didn't like this posture.

Mo Xinglan was a little impatient: "Are you going to paint or not?"

Chujiu's pen trembled and the tip of the pen almost touched Mo Xinglan's face.

"Draw, draw, of course." Chujiu came back to his senses.

The tip of the pen gently touched the center of Mo Xinglan's forehead. With one stroke and a few turns, a black heart was drawn on the center of Mo Xinglan's forehead.

It’s just that because it was drawn in one stroke and the inside had to be filled in, the heart is a little crooked.

Chujiu did not release the hand that was holding up Mo Xinglan's chin, but looked at the black heart on Mo Xinglan's forehead and nodded silently in his heart. Well, a black-hearted evildoer should be painted with a black heart.

Seeing that Chujiu had finally finished painting but was still unwilling to let go, Mo Xinglan grabbed Chujiu's left hand and pushed her back onto the stool.

Chujiu was confused by Mo Xinglan's series of actions, and sat on the stool for a long time without coming back to his senses. Until he picked up the cards again.

A few minutes later, another round ended.

Chujiu was very distressed. The good times didn't last long. She just won a round, but now she lost. And the winner was Mo Xinglan. Was the heaven joking with her? It must be intentional. Is he kidding?

Seeing Chujiu's sad face, Chu Furong did not forget to make up for it, smiling unabashedly: "Third sister, what goes around comes around."

"Hehe." Chujiu glared at Chu Furong and smirked.

Chu Wenxuan, who was standing by, held his forehead with his hand, feeling helpless about the two sisters.

Mo Yan and Mo Mingjie were watching the fun with smiles on their faces.

Chujiu turned around and sat face to face with Mo Xinglan, her two hands on her legs tightly holding her skirt. She looked up at Mo Xinglan, as if to say, "Take it easy."

Mo Xinglan curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and stretched out his left hand to pull Chujiu's chin just like Chujiu had pulled his chin just now.

"..." Chujiu stared at him. This guy definitely did it on purpose.

"Come here." Mo Xinglan lifted Chujiu's chin.

“……”I won’t come over, what can you do?

Seeing that Chujiu didn't move, Mo Xinglan simply grabbed her chin with one hand and dragged her in front of him.

Chujiu was pulled by Mo Xinglan and fell to him unsteadily. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and supported herself on Mo Xinglan's knees with both hands.

"Why are you pulling me?" Chujiu glared at Mo Xinglan.

Mo Xinglan sneered: "I asked you to come over, but you didn't come, so I had to pull you over."