Wishing you longevity

  Misty cicada was led out of the mansion by Mo Yan, standing outside with a long sigh, her face red as she pulled her hand out of Mo Yan's and patted her chest, laughing, "Mo Yan, thank you."

  A youth in black attire turned his head to gaze up at the vast sky, where white clouds drifted by. He let out a soft sigh and said, "Chong, when can you stop being so polite with me? I'd rather...you argue with me just like you do with him."

  That strange feeling is back... After all, she had seen him in her dreams before. Mochen asked cautiously, "Mo Yan, do you like playing the harmonica?"

  "Harmonica?" Mo Yan turned his head and looked over, "I've played it before. I just can't say I like it."

  "Oh." Mo Yan nodded at her opponent's fingers. It wasn't an exaggeration, she had also learned to play the harmonica in elementary school music class, but it was just a formality and she couldn't say whether she liked it or not. That dream, perhaps, was just a coincidence after all. Mo Yan smiled, "Mo Yan said bring me to see Qingyan, let's go."

  "...Qingyan has nine temples, eight halls, three palaces and three pavilions." Mo Yan led the way up the winding stairs, introducing the scenery of Qingyan in a gentle tone.

  "Wow." Mò Zhān was tongue-tied. Looking out at the entire ancient town, a silver mist like silk came from the mountains and the water that wound its way around the city, shrouding the streets and alleys built into the rocky cliffs. The passage of thousands of years had flowed over the stone surfaces, leaving behind lush moss, so that the whole city was truly like its name "Qīng Yán", becoming a lush green stone city, with an air of grandeur like bronze.

  "...It's really like a thousand-year-old royal city hidden from the world."

  Mo Yan stared at her. Meng Zhen's face turned red, "I've watched too much 'Exploring and Discovering', I'm sorry to make you laugh."

  Meng Lian withdrew her thoughts, looking embarrassed as she stretched out her hand to Mo Yan, "Could I borrow your phone for a bit? Mine's not working properly." She had discovered that strange quietness of her phone on the first night she arrived in Qingyan; later when she tried to call her mom to let her know everything was alright, she couldn't even get through; there wasn't even a landline in the room where she stayed.

  Misty cicada turned around to make a phone call, Mo Yan gazed at her back, and could only let out a faint sigh. Unable to get through the call, did she think it was really because of the mobile phone?

  Meng Chuan first called his mom. His mom's side was as usual, and she felt relieved; after thinking for a moment, he dialed another number again. The phone connected, but it was a middle-aged woman's voice, "Who is this?"

  "Hello, is Yuan Feng there?"

  "Yuan Feng is not here. May I ask who you are?"

  Foam cicada closed his eyes, "I am, I am his classmate. Did he leave his mobile phone in China?"

  The middle-aged woman's voice was devoid of warmth, "Farong is going abroad this time to socialize with excellent university students from other countries and work on a project together, which will be competitive. Farong has always been a child who separates public and private matters clearly. He left his phone number precisely because he doesn't want to be disturbed by personal matters during the project period. You, classmate, don't you agree?"

  "Ah, okay, I won't bother you then. See you later."

  Her name was the first speed dial on Jiang Yuanfeng's phone, with the name "Xiao Chan" written above it. Jiang Yuanfeng liked to replace the "Chan" in her name with "Yuan", saying that they were destined to be together: his name came from the Chu Ci, and Qu Yuan had a female student named Yuan Juan; Jiang Yuanfeng said, may we be together forever, sharing the same yuan juan for a thousand miles.

  Such a name appeared on Jiang Yuan's phone. The person who answered the phone would not be unclear, but she still spoke to her in such a tone, and then she knew the other party's attitude.

  She hadn't even formally met Mrs. Jiang's face yet, but she had already been discarded.

  "Who did you call?" Mo Yan asked with narrowed eyes.

  "It's nothing." Mochen smiled, forcing herself not to let Mo Yan see her disappointment. "I'll make another call, to the train station, it will be fine soon."

  Fortunately, this time it's good news, the train station replied that the railway has been repaired and will be open soon.

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  Thank you for tingu's red envelope.