After getting used to Feng Mohan's daily life, Teng Xiayang really liked Senior Sister Feng Mohan more and more.

Although Feng Mohan does his own thing every day, he does things neatly and neatly, never drags mud and water, admits if it is his own fault, and reasoned if it is not his own fault, Teng Xiayang and Feng Mohan have been together for a long time, and they have developed an invisible tacit understanding.

"Thank you so much all the time, Teng Xiayang."

Finally one day, Feng Mohan thanked Teng Xiayang gratefully, and the apology was very solemn, Teng Xiayang was suddenly stunned when he heard this, Feng Mohan felt that Teng Xiayang's expression was a little abnormal when he looked at Teng Xiayang's face.

But in the next second, Teng Xiayang showed a bright smile, that smile was so dazzling, it even made Feng Mohan feel that it was really good to have such a younger brother.

Just when she thought that such a day would pass without worries all the time, Teng Xiayang didn't stick to her anymore......

Teng Xiayang still carried Feng Mohan by Feng Mohan's side every day according to his usual habits, but he no longer said sweet words, or showed that sunny smile, he became a lot more serious, when Feng Mohan needed him, he would still appear, but he would never say those meaty words again.

Instead, they were all similar short words such as "good", "um", "I'll come", "Senior Sister Feng" and "goodbye".

This made Feng Mohan very concerned, what happened to him......

But only Teng Xiayang himself knew that it was the tips that Zi Ling'er gave him that made him do this.

The second step is that the ghost lingers.

Next, you have to change your previous attitude, try to be more indifferent to Feng Mohan, but don't leave Feng Mohan's sight, just show up in time when she needs your help, and remember not to smile easily.

At that time, when Teng Xiayang saw this second trick, the tail of his eyebrows drooped, he wanted to go to Senior Sister Zi to ask, and then remembered that Senior Sister Zi had already gone down the mountain to practice, so he could only follow the instructions on this note, even if he would say to himself with self-doubt, "Why do you want to do this?" "If you do this, Senior Sister Feng Mohan will definitely ignore me...... but out of trust in Senior Sister Zi, Teng Xiayang still did it.

Sure enough, the effect after Teng Xiayang did it was not satisfactory, after he didn't take the initiative to find Feng Mohan, Feng Mohan naturally wouldn't take the initiative to find him.

He lived every day, occasionally squatting in the corner, facing the wall, taking out this second note, frowning, looking at it, he hoped that he was wrong, but this was indeed the second tip.

Senior Sister Zi was not mistaken, and he was not mistaken, but he didn't know what Senior Sister Feng Mohan thought of him now, so he just tried to help him a little when Senior Sister called him.

Feng Mohan was very uncomfortable at first, and indeed looked for Teng Xiayang everywhere after a while, but after a while, she slowly regained her former self, she was very adaptable, even without Teng Xiayang by his side, he could still live well.

She is not a fish that cannot live without water, she feels that she is a crab, a frog, amphibious, even without water, she can survive well on land.

And Teng Xiayang also calmed down during this time.

One day, Teng Xiayang was meditating in the dormitory, closing his eyes and cultivating aura, when his bedmate suddenly came back and asked him curiously, "Teng Xiayang, why haven't you been pestering Senior Sister Feng recently?" ”

"Aren't you not pursuing success?"

"It's okay, it's okay, beauties like Senior Sister Feng are everywhere, if she is not interesting to you, no matter how much you pay, it is useless!"

Teng Xiayang suddenly opened his eyes, stopped cultivating, and glared at the sleeping friend with a pair of deep pupils, "You say, no matter how much I pay, it's useless?" ”

The bedmate drank a cup of tea suddenly, sat on the edge of the bed next to Teng Xiayang, and patted him on the shoulder, "Yes, you didn't see that Senior Sister Feng Mohan ignored you at the beginning, in fact, she just wasn't interested in you, if she really likes you, why should she ignore you?" ”

"You too, an outer disciple, how can you pursue an inner disciple? Are you as strong as Senior Sister Feng? Even if you are strong and become an inner disciple, there are so many men in the world, why did Senior Sister Feng choose you? The bedman waved his hand and sighed deeply.

Another bedmate, "You were born in a remote mountain village, you have no money and no power, how can you be worthy of a rich and powerful family?" Feng Mohan is said to be the daughter of the owner of the mine, his family has a mine, he has several mountains, and he is so rich that he will definitely marry a son who is the right person in the future! ”

Teng Xiayang said in his heart: Am I really hopeless?

So at that time, Senior Sister Feng Mohan didn't wear the hairpin I gave her, it turned out that she lied to me when she accepted the hairpin and praised the hairpin for being good-looking? If she hadn't lied to me, how could she never wear it? I've never seen her wear it......

Teng Xiayang lowered his head, thinking about this matter in his heart, as if there was a dark cloud covering his whole person above his head, full of frustration.

The roommate patted him on the shoulder as a gesture of comfort, then pursed his lips and nodded......

Although his roommate said so, he knew that he still had one bag left to open, and Teng Xiayang was still quite tenacious in doing things, so he still planned to open the third bag.

Only this time, he opened it a little early, and it read:

The third step is personal charisma.

At this time, you have to stay away from Feng Mohan completely, occasionally appear in her sight, but you have to be very happy every day, do your favorite things, and be good to anyone, but not good to Feng Mohan!

Teng Xiayang held the note, smiled helplessly, and said to himself: "Is there still personal charm for a person like me?" If I don't pester her...... She doesn't even want to look at me......"

His hand trembled slightly, and then read the words on the note again: "Completely stay away from Feng Mohan, occasionally appear in her sight, have a good time every day, do what you like, it's good for everyone, it's not good for Feng Mohan......"

After reading it, he seemed to understand what Zi Ling'er meant.

These three steps were taken down, and it turned out that in the end I wanted him to let go......

It seems that Senior Sister Zi can't help him, the purpose of writing these three notes and putting them in the three bags is to persuade him to put it down.

Teng Xiayang put the note away and put it back in the bag, and now he was more sober.

He and Feng Mohan are destined to be inseparable after all, as long as they don't waste time on Feng Mohan and live as usual, it's fine. After all, isn't the purpose of coming to Yunxian Mountain to cultivate and hone yourself?

Thinking like this, Teng Xiayang worked hard to start cultivating every day, ignoring what was going on outside the window, and only reading the books of sages and sages.

On a sunny afternoon, when Teng Xiayang and his bedmates walked to the library, when they turned their heads, they saw Feng Mohan sitting alone in the corner, holding a hairpin in his hand, flipping through the books, looking at the hairpin in his hand, biting his lip, and frowning.

Teng Xiayang was a little curious, so he got closer and saw the hairpin in Feng Mohan's hand clearly.

The hairpin turned out to be the plum blossom hairpin that she gave her, and somehow half a plum blossom fell on the plum blossom hairpin, and the book Feng Mohan was reading was the book about repairing the white hosta flower.

She looked at it carefully, studied it carefully, and didn't notice Teng Xiayang's approach, and suddenly a knobby hand appeared in front of her and picked up the white hosta flower in Feng Mohan's hand.

"It's broken......" Teng Xiayang said slowly, with a hint of regret in his tone.

"Huh? Teng Xiayang? How did you end up here? Feng Mohan asked him nervously.

"Senior sister, don't be excited, I won't be angry, this hairpin is what I gave to my senior sister, even if it's broken, it doesn't belong to me anymore......"

Teng Xiayang smiled euphemistically, his eyes were dim, the young man who was born like a sunflower on weekdays lost his sunshine in an instant, even if he hooked the corners of his lips, his smile and movements looked so harmonious, but he still couldn't hide his loss at the moment.

Hearing Teng Xiayang say this, Feng Mohan suddenly felt her heart thump and was very uncomfortable, she raised her head to look at him, but she didn't know what to say, so she had to say, "I'm sorry...... You've found ......."

Teng Xiayang pinched the hairpin in his hand, "Senior sister, you're polite...... I gave you this hairpin, and it's not mine...... But if you don't like it, you can give it back to me......"

"Give it back to you?" Feng Mohan was stunned.

"Anyway, this hairpin is broken...... I can't fix it, so it's better to give it back to me and let me dispose of it, so that this hairpin won't get in the way of my senior sister's eyes. ”

After Teng Xiayang finished speaking, he saw that Feng Mohan had not changed a single movement for a long time, his eyes were staring directly at Teng Xiayang's face, and his eyes seemed to be slightly red.

Seeing that Feng Mohan didn't react, Teng Xiayang didn't hesitate anymore, picked up the hairpin and turned around and walked out.

Feng Mohan saw Teng Xiayang leave with the hairpin, so he hurriedly chased after him. When walking past a lake with few people, Feng Mohan was a little angry and roared: "Teng Xiayang, you stop for me!" ”

Teng Xiayang heard Feng Mohan's voice behind him, and immediately stopped, turned his head to look at Feng Mohan mechanically and asked, "Senior sister, is there anything else?" ”

Feng Mohan stretched out his hand, "Give me back the hairpin flower in your hand!" ”

"Since Senior Sister doesn't like it, why do you want to keep it?" Teng Xiayang asked.

"Do you care if I like it or not? You just said that this hairpin flower was given to me by you, it is mine, and you have no right to take my things! Give him back to me! ”

Feng Mohan, just like when Teng Xiayang first saw him, stretched out his hand arrogantly and reached Teng Xiayang's hand, she grabbed Teng Xiayang's hand, pulled Teng Xiayang's hand in front of her, and struggled to open Teng Xiayang's palm, and then saw a scene that instantly moistened her eyes.