Morning Star

On the way, Chujiu was no longer afraid to look at the snakes crawling around. It was just that sometimes there were too many of them and she would get claustrophobic and get scared, so she would not look.

At this moment she suddenly spoke: "Mo Xinglan, thank you."

"Why are you thanking me?" He glanced at her from the side.

Chujiu smiled slightly, and spoke in a much lighter voice: "No reason, I just want to thank you."

Thank him for being so patient with her; thank him for being willing to carry her on his back; thank him for helping her overcome the trauma she had endured for so many years...

Actually, if you think about it this way, he is not that scary. Instead, he is a very gentle person at heart.

She rested her head on his shoulder with a smile on her face, looking at his face so close. At such a close distance, she could see some white hairs on his face. She finally knew clearly how good his skin was. No wonder the head of the Plum Blossom Hall said such a thing last night.

After what happened last night, she seemed to understand why he didn't like people praising him for his good looks. But this guy was good-looking from any angle.

She still couldn't help thinking about the compliments.

My eyes fell on his thick eyelashes, and I murmured unconsciously: "The eyelashes are so long, like the wings of a black butterfly."

Mo Xinglan paused and looked sideways: "Are you talking nonsense?"

"Huh?" She looked puzzled and didn't understand why he said that.

After thinking about it, I realized that I accidentally said what I wanted to say. I coughed lightly in embarrassment and smiled: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, I'll shut up and won't say anything, haha."

"Do you think I get angry that easily?" He frowned.

"Haha." That's right. This person has no self-awareness at all.

Mo Xinglan's face darkened, and he was very dissatisfied with her reaction. But he didn't say anything else, and stopped looking at her with a dark face.

“……”Oh, I’m so angry.

After quieting down, the ninth day of the New Year felt a bit boring.

Mo Xinglan's long black hair, which was draped over his back, hit Chujiu from time to time as he walked. Chujiu turned his head to look at him and used his hands to tidy up his hair. He grabbed his hair with both hands and passed it over one shoulder, putting it all in front of him.

His black hair fell down like a waterfall, and the ends of his hair fluttered against his legs.

Mo Xinglan didn't like putting all his hair in front, so he frowned and said, "Put it in the back."

"What do you mean take it to the back?" She blinked twice, not understanding.

"……hair."

"..."

She looked at his hair, pursed her lips and gathered it up like silk. But his hair was too much, and she couldn't hold it with one hand, and it kept falling down.

There was a feeling of unwillingness to admit defeat stuck in her chest, and the more hair she lost, the angrier she became.

"You have too much hair. I can't hold it. It keeps falling out." She pouted as if she was angry.

Mo Xinglan was annoyed by her fiddling. He said unhappily, "Can't you use your two hands?"

"I..." She pursed her lips and said nothing.

She also wanted to use both hands, but she was afraid of falling. Otherwise, she would have used both hands long ago. Why would she need him to remind her?

After a moment's hesitation, she exhaled and used both hands to grab his hair and put him behind him. However, when she put her hands behind him, her body was unstable and she leaned back.

"Alas!"

She screamed in fright.

Mo Xinglan was also startled and stopped quickly.

"careful!"

Chu Furong and Gao Yashan shouted in unison.

The two men stretched out their hands and walked quickly forward, luckily they were able to hold her in time.

As they pulled, Chujiu accidentally pulled off the hairband that Mo Xinglan used to tie his hair. In an instant, a mess of black hair spread over the two of them.

Chujiu, supported by Chu Furong and Gao Yashan, lay back on Mo Xinglan's back, his heart pounding with fear.

Feeling very depressed, she said that she would fall down anyway.

Chu Furong and Gao Yashan breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Chu Furong tapped her head unhappily: "What are you doing? Don't you know you'll fall? You deserve it if you get knocked stupid."

"..." She pursed her lips and lay obediently on Mo Xinglan's back with a resentful look on her face, not daring to move.

Mo Xinglan continued to walk forward, followed by Chu Furong and the other person.

I heard Chujiu's mumbling in my ears.

"It's not like I wanted to fall down. It was Mo Xinglan who clearly told me to use both hands. Why are you being so mean to me? Go be mean to him. Humph! You just pick on me and bully me."

She muttered in a low voice, so Chu Furong and the others who were a few steps behind her couldn't hear clearly. But she said it right next to Mo Xinglan's ear, and Mo Xinglan had always had good hearing, so he naturally heard it clearly.

He snorted coldly: "If you don't move, you won't fall down."

"!" He blurted out what was in his heart again.

She quickly lowered her head and shut up.

A strand of hair fell from Mo Xinglan's ear, some of it naturally swept across her face, and some also fell on her head.

"..."

She opened her mouth and blew, but the hair just moved and remained on her face. She blew again.

"Shut up and stop blowing." Mo Xinglan scolded.

The blowing made him feel itchy.

"..." She quickly shut up and stopped blowing. Why was he so fierce all of a sudden? Did she provoke him by blowing her hair?

If you don’t want to blow, then don’t blow. She just used her hands to pull it.

Her pulling made Mo Xinglan feel itchy again, as if his heart was itching as well. He tilted his head, a little impatient: "Don't move."

"But it's against my face." She felt aggrieved.

"..."

Seeing that he had a sullen face and didn't say anything, Chujiu had no choice but to stay still.

He looked at the black hairband she had pulled off and said, "How about I help you tie your hair?"

"No need." He replied coldly.

I don't know who almost fell down just now? She couldn't even hold his hair with one hand, but she still wanted to help him tie his hair. What was she thinking?

He disagreed, so Chujiu had no choice but to stop asking and just lay on him bored.

I was sorting out in my mind some of the things that happened after I came to the psychedelic forest.

I remembered the move I performed under his guidance that morning.

"Mo Xinglan, what was the name of that move you taught me this morning? It was amazing."

He glanced at her sideways: "No name."

"Then why did you ask me if I knew about the Stormy Pear Blossom?"

"It's more similar." It was just so that she could imagine the effect of that move.

She nodded and asked, "Then was that aura above my head your work?"

Although I was asking him, there was a hint of certainty in my tone.

“……” He remained silent.

Chujiu thought he had agreed. Then he thought of something else and looked at his face.

Sure enough, it’s not very good, the color on the lips is very light.

"How about you put me down?"

He must be tired after carrying her for so long. Although there were still snakes crawling around, she thought she wouldn't be afraid anymore.

However, Mo Xinglan tightened his grip on her leg and said coldly, "You talk too much."

"I'm just worried that you'll get tired. And..." She said with a hint of grievance, "You told me to start over."

Mo Xinglan was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that she still remembered the excuse he made up at that time. It seemed that she cared a lot.