49, Departure

  Originally, Mo Xie got up early not to send her off, but to go see the green ants. Meng Cui could only smile and cover her face with a hint of sadness, "So that's how it is, they really have a good relationship."

  The sun finally rose, but the last bit of white mist in the mountains struggled to not be evaporated. Suddenly, a mournful cry echoed from deep within the high mountains, sounding like a bird's sorrowful wail. Mo Yan's hair stood on end as he listened, and he shielded her behind him. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, his voice sternly shouting at the mist-shrouded peaks, "How dare you! Disperse at once!"

  "What is it?"

  Mo Yan slowly let out a breath, "Mosquito."

  "Hair?" Mò Jiǎo didn't expect it was this answer.

  The sun came out, and the last wisps of white fog dispersed. Mo Yan finally regained his composure, and he chuckled as he shrugged his shoulders at Ah Meng. "The mosquitoes on this mountain are vicious, not like the gentle ones from your village. There was once a careless friend who got bitten by mosquitoes here and died after going down the mountain."

  "Really?"

  Mo Yan looked up at the sky and narrowed his eyes, "Oh, I almost forgot, broadly speaking, you and mosquitoes are also of the same kind."

  "Hey!" Mei Cai didn't expect him to ambush her with a teasing remark, and she got annoyed and hit him. Mo Yan swung his long legs and ran off, with her chasing after him reluctantly, the two of them laughing and making a ruckus as they sprinted through the darkest part of the forest, until suddenly the view opened up ahead, and below them was the train station.

  Misty cicada ran with a flushed face, and the previous slight melancholy had all dispersed. She waved her hand towards the small bus station and shouted out, "Yo ho......" The mountain valley echoed, and the ripples were endless.

  Mo Yan stood in the wind, looking at her sideways, and was also infected, smiling brightly. He stretched out his hand to rub the top of Meng Cui's hair, "It's okay here. Be careful on the road, little one. After school starts, I'll go with Mo Xiang to find you."

  Mò Yán's dark pupils dimmed, and he took a step forward, embracing Mò Xiǎng without warning. Mò Xiǎng struggled, "Ah you..." He whispered in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine, "When parting ways, shouldn't we hug each other? Or are you thinking of something else?"

  Misty cicada could only be silent, her heart also being dyed through with the sorrow of parting, she stretched out her hand to gently hug Mo Yan, "Literary giant and top scholar, farewell."

  Mo Yan smiled and leaned against her ear, "Alright, we'll definitely meet again. I'm going in September, yeah, to duel with Jiang Yuanfeng."

  "What are you talking about?!" Mozhen pushed Mo Yan away. Mo Yan smiled wryly, "Sooner or later, I'll have to duel him anyway."

  When Meng Yan was arguing with Mo Ye, she was full of vigor and spirit. However, when she argued with Mo Yan, she always felt a little timid and short of breath. She gave up and ran down the mountain steps with a red face, saying goodbye as she went, "I'm not your match." Can't provoke her, can she?

  I thought there wouldn't be many people on the train, but unexpectedly her carriage was packed. The person opposite her was a young man with a handsome face and fair skin, but he wore a pair of eye-catching red pants. He helped Mengyan put her small backpack onto the luggage rack, and they started chatting.

  "Really didn't expect there would be so many people on the bus today."

  Young man: "This way, the yang energy is prosperous."

  A cicada suddenly let out a loud cry, "Huh?"

  The young man's cheekbones flushed with a pink hue, "I'm saying, this rail repair has been going on for so many days, and the travelers who want to leave the mountain are all crowded together, so there are naturally more people."

  "Hmm." Mò Zhān glared at the small, handsome guy with a face as sharp as a knife, secretly gritting her teeth. Damn it, this kid may not be as handsome as "Three Mo", but his facial features were identical. It seemed that such kids were not normal people either.

  The green train crawled through the mountains, and everyone in the carriage couldn't bear the torture and fell asleep. Various snores rose and fell, and the young man on the opposite bunk was even grinding his teeth in his sleep... Mo Yan went to the washroom to splash some water on her face, while another faucet was occupied by an uncle. Mo Yan turned her head and took a look, then exclaimed with surprise, "Uncle, it's really you!"