World Traveler

Tang Clan, back mountain, edge of the cliff.

"Pat."

A slight touch from behind woke Xiahou Lan, who was staring into the abyss. He turned around and looked down, and found that it was the expressionless Tang Moling.

"Moling, why are you here?"

Xiahou Lan knew clearly that this child was the junior sister and sweetheart that Yanan mentioned.

Originally, I should have hated her, or should have been hostile towards her.

However, after such a long period of contact, she really couldn't muster any hostility towards this child who was as innocent as a little animal.

"Paper crane."

After Tang Moling finished speaking, she picked up the paper crane in her hand and showed it to Xia Houlan.

Xia Houlan was a little speechless. After all, she had lived in the Tang Sect for quite some time, so she had naturally heard of Tang Moling's story. She also knew that this lovely child had been growing up in a beautiful dream.

Without saying anything, the two watched the paper crane float all the way to the bottom of the cliff with the wind.

After a while, a hint of disappointment suddenly appeared on Tang Moling's expressionless face, attracting the attention of Xia Houlan beside her.

"what happened?"

"Mother didn't reply to my letter."

"reply?"

Xia Houlan was a little puzzled. After all, wasn't Tang Moling's mother already...

"Well, after my brother left, my mother ignored me."

Thinking of this, Tang Moling's eyes turned slightly red and her nose twitched slightly.

After just two sentences, Xiahou Lan understood what was going on. He reached out and pulled Tang Moling into his arms. After gently wiping her tears with a handkerchief, he comforted her softly.

After coaxing her for a while, Tang Moling felt much better. Xia Houlan was a little curious about her behavior just now, so he asked softly.

"So, do you come here every day?"

Tang Moling shook her head.

"No, bro, he said once a month is best."

After thinking for a while, Tang Moling continued.

"Because, your brother, I hate climbing mountains."

"Haha~"

Hearing this, the image of Yanan running to the bottom of the cliff again and again for Tang Moling and throwing up the reply letters flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

Tang Moling, who was held in his arms, was a little confused.

"Can I see the previous letters?"

In response to Xia Houlan's request, Tang Moling thought for a while, broke free from her arms, took her hand and walked towards her room.

After a while, Xiahou Lan saw Tang Moling taking out a pile of letters from the small box.

After getting Tang Moling's consent, Xia Houlan picked up a letter, opened it and started reading.

[Ling'er, the seasons have changed. Please keep warm. Mother is doing well.]

Another one.

【Eat well, drink well, and rest well, Ling'er, don't worry about your mother.】

Another one.

[If you can't solve something, ask your brother to do it. If he can't handle it, Mom will come out and beat him up!]

………………

Letter after letter, although each one contained little content, all of them revealed concern for Tang Moling.

"Where are the letters?"

Xia Houlan pointed to the few letters that were picked out separately and asked curiously.

"Those were just pranks played by my senior brothers."

Tang Moling picked out some from the letters.

"This belongs to Third Senior Brother."

When I opened it, I found that the content indeed had a very literary flavor.

"This belongs to Second Brother."

It feels strange, like... the ice is melting?

"This belongs to the eldest brother."

The handwriting is ugly and looks messy...

But there were two more letters without introductions, so Xiahou Lan picked them up and took a look.

The handwriting is the same, the content is also simple, and it also expresses concern for Tang Moling, but... it feels inexplicably strange.

"What are these two letters?"

Tang Moling shook her head.

"I don't know. One of my letters was stolen, and then these two appeared."

————The other side————

"Fourth Junior Brother, it won't work even if you find that person."

Tang Buyi hooked his arm around the neck of a little fat boy and complained on the side.

"Blame me! He's already the best copyist in Shu. Those two letters cost me a tael of silver."

"And you've read it. Compare those two letters with the one you stole. Can you tell the difference?"

Tang Buyi touched his chin, somewhat puzzled. He had also looked at it himself, but he couldn't see any difference. He didn't know how his junior sister had discovered it.

Seeing that Tang Buyi stopped talking, the little fat boy who was called the fourth junior brother couldn't help but ask.

"Big Brother, is it necessary to do these things? It's time for Junior Sister to grow up."

Hearing this, Tang Buyi smiled, recalled the previous chat with Yanan, and spoke to himself.

"Someone once told me that one day children will grow up, and even if they don't want to, they will become adults and face the darkness."

Afterwards, Tang Buyi imitated Yanan's tone and spoke seriously.

"Besides, I, Yanan, am not dead yet."

He patted Fourth Junior Brother on the shoulder, laughed, and continued speaking.

"Fourth Junior Brother, a child's dream is beautiful yet fragile, so we must protect it, right?"

-----the other side-----

The two chatted for a long time. Listening to Tang Moling's introduction, Xia Houlan on the other side also understood what Yanan was like in Tang Moling's eyes.

In Xiahou Lan's opinion, Yanan's love for Tang Moling is not the so-called love between men and women, but is closer to the love of an old father.

Tang Moling is ignorant and doesn't know what love between men and women is. Her feelings towards Yanan are closer to a kind of dependence and trust.

But as we chatted, we inevitably talked about the protagonist Yanan.

"Ah~"

Recalling the scene of being acupunctured and stuffed into the car that day, Xiahou Lan couldn't help but reveal a trace of sadness in his eyes.

Can he really escape from the hands of that half-step peerless master?

If he ran away, why didn't he come back to find me for so long?

Would he have already...

Xiahou Lan didn't dare to think about what happened next, but the scene of the Snow Mountain Sect with corpses everywhere kept flashing before his eyes.

My eyes couldn't help but turn slightly red, but I still forced myself not to cry.

"Pat."

Feeling Tang Moling's concern, a sense of warmth inexplicably appeared in his heart, and he hugged Tang Moling in his arms.

Soft and fragrant...

"Sister Lan, are you thinking about me?"

During the chat just now, Xiahou Lan also told some of her own stories. Although Tang Moling was simple, she was not a fool, so she naturally guessed why Xiahou Lan was crying.

"Well, I was wondering how your senior brother Yanan is doing now."

Tang Moling raised her right hand, revealing the bell on her wrist, and shook it around.

Jingle bell~

"Well, brother, he should be in the north now."