26. Alright, let's make up

  Mò Xiǎo stood under the corner gate waiting for Mò Yě.

  The outside had just rained, and the distant mountains and fields were a wet and lush green. The ancient stone steps underfoot were covered in moss, and it seemed like opening an oil-paper umbrella would make the scene even more picturesque.

  "Miss, are you from this household?" A man walked over to the entrance, with a lean face and monkey-like eyes, sizing her up from head to toe.

  "Yes." Meng Xiang nodded, "Do you have something on your mind?"

  That man smiled awkwardly, "This house, are you still not planning to sell it? Little girl, listen to my advice, you can't continue living here."

  "What are you talking about?" Meng Yan glared at him, "Speak clearly. What's going on with this mansion?"

  The sound of footsteps came from inside the door, and the man's face changed. He lowered his voice and said, "There is an evil spirit, it will kill people."

  "What's wrong?" Mo Xie's voice came from behind. Immediately, a blue and white oil-paper umbrella with rose patterns was handed into Meng Cai's palm.

  How could he have known her thoughts? Mo Xian lowered her head and diverted her attention.

  "Who are you talking to?"

  "Huh?" Mozhen turned her head and looked towards the door again. But on the bluestone floor, the water shadow was rippling, where was the figure from just now? "I, I just..." Mozhen weakly pointed, then put down her hand, "Never mind, it's just a passerby asking for directions."

  "Let's go." He stepped down the stone steps, his tall figure reflected in the water, and the clouds at the horizon suddenly dispersed, with sunlight pouring down like golden threads. The scenery was momentarily bright and clear, making the boy's back shine even more dazzlingly before one's eyes.

  Mò zhān endured her racing heart and hastily caught up, "You didn't even ask me where I'm taking you?"

  Even if she admitted that he climbed the tree to catch cicadas for her and got a scar, Meng Yan still decided to make up with him. Today, she especially wanted to ask him out for a walk, so that everyone could calm down and get closer emotionally.

  "Wherever you go, I'll follow." He walked two steps and suddenly turned back, "At worst, we can go to a bookstore or library and bring back another stack of mock test papers. I'm not afraid of you."

  "Haha……" Mochen couldn't help but burst out laughing, and patted him on the shoulder, "Hmm, this kid is still quite cute like this!" Once again praising himself for bringing him out of that gloomy mansion was the right decision. Otherwise, this kid would always be in a strange and eerie state of mind there. From this perspective, that strange person who looked like a monkey wasn't entirely wrong.

  That old house is also unknown for hundreds of years, has seen the wind and rain for hundreds of years, there must be many people who have died inside... so it's really possible that there is a strange atmosphere.

  "Hey, let's make up, okay?" Mo Ye pulled on his sleeve. "I'm already here to tutor you, and I won't leave until the railroad is fixed. Let's sit down and review together during these few days. If I can help you with anything, I'll do my best; if there's really nothing I can help you with, just tell me directly."

  Foam cicada blinked intimately, "Anyway, we are siblings. We're all family, it's not fun to be at odds with each other."

  "Who is your sibling." He raised an eyebrow and looked over at her, staring at the hand grasping his arm.

  "Hey, what's wrong with you again?" Mozhen thought for a moment and then burst out laughing. "Oh, I forgot, you took the university entrance exam for three years and didn't get in, while I'm in my third year... Maybe we're not siblings after all, but just about the same age?"

  "I'm older than you. Much older." He seemed to bare his teeth in an attempt to cover up the flush that had risen to his cheekbones.

  "How are you older than me? Tell me and I'll listen." Mozhen cherished the good relationship between the two, "Speak up."

  He gritted his teeth, seemingly also a bit embarrassed, "I, I'm older than you!"

  "Haha!" Mochen laughed again and gently pulled his sleeve, "Xiao Xie I really like the current you, so cute."

  Qingyan town, ancient style for thousands of years, the old bluestone road on both sides of the shops still retain their ancient appearance. Moxian turned her head and saw a fortune-telling stall, with an old man with white beard sitting under a blue cloth flag, looking elegant and refined. Moxian curiously pulled Moye, "Little Ye, let's get our fortunes told too!"