27. Man has morning and evening calamities and blessings.

  "Hiss, this is...". The old man with a white beard handed over a brush pen, and Mochen took it but didn't know how to start writing.

  "You can't even write characters, how dare you be a teacher?" He took over the brush and said, "Watch me."

  Mò zhān really wanted to kick him, "I'm not your calligraphy teacher!"

  But he raised his wrist, and the brush dipped in ink danced like a swimming dragon on the white paper, writing a single character. The font was elegant and unusual, with sharp strokes like bamboo leaves, and beautiful as an orchid branch.

  "Wow, that's amazing!" Meng Chui exclaimed, clenching her fists in admiration. But when she saw the character clearly, she couldn't laugh anymore, "You, what did you write?!"

  The sunlight passes through the green flag and falls down, illuminating that big "chun" character.

  "Are you looking for death?!" Mozhen's face couldn't hold back anymore, Mo Xie smiled and dodged her fists, grasping her wrist tightly, and shouted at the old man with white beard, "You try to read this character!"

  The old man with a white beard smiled as he stroked his beard and beckoned the two of them, "Come on, I'll break it for you."

  Moxi hurriedly pushed Mo Xie away with a red face, ignoring his smug smile, and pulled him back to the table edge, "Please speak, sir."

  The old man circled "spring" and the two "insects" with a brush, saying, "Miss, don't think he wrote this character to tease you. In fact, the foolish wish is like this: Spring thunder explodes, two insects wake up - meaning all things revive."

  Mò zhān still glared at Mó Xié, "You always speak for him. He called me a worm, that's why I wrote this character, is he saying I'm a stupid worm?"

  "Haha." The old man stroked his beard and laughed loudly, "Not so, not so. All things in the world are insects: birds are feathered insects, snakes are scaly insects, tigers are hairy insects, turtles are shelled insects --- and humans? They are naked insects."

  "Oh? I didn't know there was such an explanation! Thank you, sir. I've learned something new again." Mo Xie bowed politely to the old man, while secretly kicking Mo Ye in the leg and whispering to him, "Learn from me. This is what it means to respect your teacher and the way."

  The old man continued to explain, "When spring arrives, it's full of life and wants to move. Hmm, young lady, your red string of fate with this young man has been stirred."

  He originally thought it was his prank, but unexpectedly the old man said such a thing, and Mo Xiao's face turned red as he hurriedly pulled Mo Ye to walk forward, fanning his scorching cheeks with his palm while walking, "This old man, what nonsense is he talking about. Fortune-telling and divination are indeed deceiving people."

  "What makes you not believe?" He was lazily pulled along by her, smiling as he gazed at her flushed face.

  "What else can I say!" Meng Xiang's face turned red as she glared at him, "He also said that you and I, Hong Luan Xing, are... We're family, how is that possible?!"

  She remembered her folklore teacher saying that people from small towns were very particular about the rule of not marrying someone with the same surname, and in some villages, even those who drank water from the same well were not allowed to intermarry, for fear of being too closely related. She thought this was ridiculous!

  Besides, the cicada's melancholy cry has begun, and the distant maple leaves have already left her; what's more, there is also the huge shadow of rabies.

  "What's wrong?" He saw her originally radiant little face dimming down, and couldn't help but reach out to pinch her chin, "What are you worried about?"

  "Hey, stop it." Meng Chuan patted his hand away. "People have unpredictable fortunes and misfortunes, who knows when I'll die tomorrow?" She said with a smile as she ran ahead, pointing at a bar in front of them, "Hey, come keep me company for a drink. I suddenly feel like getting drunk."