18. Why did you get angry with me?
Mò Xiǎo's face was flushed with excitement, her little face completely red; on the other side, Mò Xié's face was also completely red, but it was clearly not from happiness.
Mo Xu sat looking out, looked at the cicada foam, and was so angry that she wanted to cry. She twisted her clothes and muttered, "I, I'm not Mo Xu anymore, okay?"
"What are you talking about?" Mengyan didn't understand.
"Is that so, what are you talking about?" Mo Xie suddenly smiled, and this smile was like a peony blooming in the lamp fire. He walked behind Mo Qiu and pressed his shoulders to sit down, "Mo Qiu, please sit down, she's been wanting to see you the most. You two chat, I won't disturb you."
What's going on here?
Mo Xu wore a face that had been struck by lightning, and Mochen also felt uncomfortable in her heart. She quickly got up and took a step forward to grab Mo Xie's sleeve, "Hey, little demon, don't go, sit down and talk together."
"Enough." Mo Xie smiled with a refined and elegant demeanor. He raised his head, pointing to the octagonal palace lamp above him, "That light is already bright enough."
"What?" Meng Chuan didn't understand.
"I'm leaving." He shook his sleeve in annoyance, shaking off the cicada's hand, and turned to leave.
Mò Tiān didn't feel comfortable in his heart either, so he pulled him along and smiled, "Xiao Xié don't go yet, I haven't had enough conversation with you. Can you stay and chat with me for a bit?"
He turned his head around, and a glimmer of light seemed to flash in his black pupils. "What do you want to say to me?"
The cicada was asked to stay. Ah, what's the point of saying something? Is it going to be about exam reviews on the first night? That sounds like no fun at all, and instead of bringing them closer together, it might even make things more awkward later on.
"Actually, I wanted to ask you... since we already have Mo Xiu at home, is there also... Mo Yan?"
A gust of wind blows in from outside the window, swaying the octagonal palace lanterns, with their light and shadow flickering back and forth.
In the flickering light and shadow, she seemed to see him grinning at her.
Mo Xiu shuddered like a leaf in autumn wind, and Cao Mianzi hastily waved his hand.
Mò Yán didn't understand why Mo Yan couldn't be mentioned?
The wind stopped, and the octagonal palace lantern also calmed down. He suppressed a deep look at her, "Yes. What, you also particularly want to see Mo Yan?"
"Sob sob!" Mo Ze could only nod his head, "Great literary master, Nobel Prize in Literature."
He smiled, but it was so cold. "You came from afar, wanting to see Mo Xiang and also wanting to see Mo Yan. You have a mind."
She stared at him, feeling a lump in her chest, but couldn't say why.
"Alright, I'll introduce you. Mo Yan hasn't been in the village for a few days, come back in two days."
"Oh, okay." Mochen pouted and looked at Mo Xiu with a pleading expression. But saw Mo Xiu's face was deathly pale.
"I'm tired, you guys chat." He said patiently, this time he couldn't stay any longer, his long legs stepped over the threshold and merged into the night. The red silk lanterns hanging on the porch were dimly lit, casting a large patch of crimson light on his back.
"What did I just do to offend him again?"
Mo Xu looked at her with a tearful expression again, and her delicate throat rolled, "Uh, I said he was sick."
"Still not feeling better after taking medicine?" Mo Cui looked worried.
"Oh." Mo Chou lowered her head and muttered under her breath, "In previous years, taking medicine would have been enough to cure it, but this year the medicine doesn't seem to be working at all."
Meng Chuan didn't hear clearly and asked, "When will he be better?"
She gazed out of the window at the night sky with a worried look, "The moon is still full, it will be better when it wanes."
"Really?" Meng Xiang stared at Mo Xiu, "......Is it really because of the moon and not because I provoked him?"
Somehow, Meng Xiang felt that his unhappiness just now was not because of the moon, but because of her.
