Chapter 3: Ink Song
"Oh......" The man replied, the expression on his face tangled, and he stopped talking.
Seeing that he had been entangled for a long time, Feng Muci was not in a hurry, holding his hands and quietly looking at the changing expression on his face, he only felt a little funny.
This man doesn't look very old, huh...... Seventeen or eighteen years old, probably a high school student. Look at what he's wearing...... Which young master of this family secretly ran out?
The man struggled for a long time, and seeing that Feng Muci still looked cold, and had no intention of taking the initiative to speak, he couldn't help but secretly say in his heart that this little girl didn't know how to read people's faces.
After much hesitation, he still spoke: "That...... Little sister, you practiced yoga at such a young age...... Can my little sister tell my brother how you got here? ”
Hearing that this person was a 'little sister', Feng Muci rolled his eyes in his heart.
Little sister? My real age, when the ancestors of your family are more than enough, right?
"What does it have to do with you?" Feng Muci didn't give him a good face, and replied coldly.
"Why doesn't it matter? This is the mountain behind my house, but I have a real estate certificate! When the man heard this, his eyes widened and he said.
“……”
There was a moment of froze in the air.
Feng Muci was a rare little embarrassed, she didn't think that this would be anyone's territory, she just walked here according to her intuition.
"Sorry, I don't know, I'll go." After saying that, Feng Muci turned around and left.
"Wait, you haven't told me how you got in!" Seeing that Feng Muci was about to leave, the man was in a hurry, trotted to Feng Muci to stop her, and said.
"Of course it came up." knew that this matter was his fault first, so Feng Muci was not angry and stopped her.
"From where?"
"No, here it is." Feng Muci pointed in the direction she came up from, and said casually.
"What?! This...... Damn it! Can't hold your breath anymore......" Glancing in that direction, the man's pupils suddenly constricted, and he whispered to himself.
"Now, can I go?" Feng Muci nodded and asked.
The man looked at her complicatedly and said, "Little sister, what's your name?" ”
"Feng Muci."
"Hmm...... Good name. The man thought for a while and said, "My brother's name is Moqu, is your home far from here?" Why don't you send you back? ”
"Well, it's far away." Feng Muci responded very honestly.
Moqu was speechless for a moment, and said in his heart that this little girl was too honest, but at the same time, his impression of her was also a little better: "Mu Ci, I can call you that, right?" ”
"You feel free." Feng Muci didn't care about these titles or anything. Except, of course, the little sister is suspected of being sarcastic about her.
"Mu Ci, why don't you stay at my house for one night first, it's almost dark now, how about I send you back early tomorrow morning?"
"Whatever." Staying here, Feng Muci can't ask for it. Such a good piece of land, it's a pity, it's not hers.
"Well, you follow me to my house." Hearing this, the corners of Moqu's eyes curved. Holding back the thought of rubbing Feng Muci's hair, he reached out and led her towards his house.
Under the sunset, one big and one small held hands, going farther and farther. On the ground, their shadows are also getting longer and longer, and they look inexplicably warm.