After a few days, Zhang Mochen gradually recovered, but he lived in a simple place, except for meeting Zhang Tianfeng and Zhang Tianbing a few times, he rarely appeared in the clan. However, in the dead of night, on the top of the mountain behind Zhangjia, there will always be a lonely figure, staying all night until being awakened by the morning dew.

At night on the top of the mountain, Zhang Mochen could always feel that someone had covered him after he fell asleep, but he always thought it was his mother in his dreams. When people encounter low points, they miss their loved ones more diligently and unforgettable.

After the ceremony, Zhang Mochen's awakening failed and became an inevitable topic of discussion in the streets and alleys of Sanye Town, after tea and dinner, but the Zhang family is the top force after all, and Zhang Tianfeng is still the patriarch of the Zhang family who can shock the Quartet with a slight stomping of his feet, so even if people have quite words, they still dare not make a big show of Solo.

It's another morning, the dew on the green leaves has not yet evaporated, and the sun's rays are condensed, looking from afar, like a jade crystal field, making people feel fresh and beautiful.

Zhang Mochen stretched his waist, sat up slowly, put his palm in front of his eyebrows, raised his head slightly, squinted slightly, and the dazzling sunlight told him that the time was not early.

Although Yuanli's awakening failed, it also allowed Zhang Mochen to live a comfortable life, and he no longer had to smell the chickens and dance and practice swords.

Zhang Mochen retracted his gaze, spread out his palm, and the piece of sword cocoon, which was not too thick, made him shake his head helplessly, and then slowly got up and walked down the mountain.

Zhang Mochen came to Zhang Moran's residence and knocked lightly on the door a few times, but no one answered.

"Why hasn't this Nizi been here lately?" With a casual complaint, Zhang Mochen turned around and was about to leave.

"Brother Mochen, are you looking for me again?" At the moment when Zhang Mochen turned around, Zhang Moran's figure appeared in the middle of the courtyard by some coincidence.

"Why are you so haggard? Rest well when you are sick, look at you, your eyes are dark. Zhang Mochen raised his legs and stepped forward, and a rare trace of concern finally appeared on his face, which had been indifferent recently.

"It's nothing, it's almost good!" Zhang Moran felt the sincere concern of the young man in front of him, and his heart suddenly warmed, and the fatigue left on the top of the mountain last night melted instantly. "Brother Mochen, what's the matter?" Zhang Moran smiled sweetly and continued to ask.

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just a dull panic, let you accompany me around town. But looking at your complexion, forget it. Zhang Mochen touched the tip of his nose and said.

"Okay, okay, go out and breathe, maybe my wind chill will be fine. Zhang Moran jumped happily a few times, and her little hands kept clapping happily.

"Okay, let's go find Yu Yan!" Zhang Mochen looked at Zhang Moran who was excited, smiled helplessly, and then stepped away.

Hearing Zhang Mochen's words, Zhang Moran, who was still cheering and jumping just now, was excited, but in the next second, he felt his heart sour, and he was not interested. Coupled with the fact that she hadn't slept all night, the beautiful girl at the moment was like a frosted eggplant, but after a while, she still followed.

Walking on the pavement paved with heavy stone slabs, Zhang Mochen and Zhang Moran once again became the focus. For Zhang Moran, what attracts everyone's attention is her fresh and refined beauty, but for Zhang Mochen, it is not what it used to be.

Zhang Mochen walked calmly, passing through the familiar streets, and did not feel angry because the gaze on his body changed from looking up and in awe to being cold, indifferent, and even a little sarcastic.

This calmness is not Zhang Mochen's pretense of calmness, but the disdain in his heart, the disdain for a group of poor worms who are destined to do nothing all their lives.

Zhang Moran saw Zhang Mochen with a free and easy pace, and his heart was slightly relieved, and on his pretty face, a pair of shallow dimples smiled on both sides of the corners of his mouth.

The two figures went one after the other, and after turning a few familiar intersections, they finally came to a mansion.

Zhang Mochen walked to the red lacquer door, and the joy in his heart became more and more intense with the dull sound of knocking on the door. Certainly, such a situation of not seeing each other for four or five days rarely occurs between Zhang Mochen and Wang Yuyan.

Vaguely heard the sound of trotting behind the heavy red lacquer door, Zhang Mochen's face involuntarily swelled up with a smile, thinking that he would be able to see Wang Yuyan soon, and he felt a kind of joy in his heart that he was newlywed.

"Squeak......

As the trotting got closer and closer, it finally stopped, and the door was slowly opened. I don't know if it was because it was too heavy or for some other reason, but the door was opened with a small gap.

"Steward Cao, it's me, I'm here to find Yu Yan!"

Zhang Mochen said happily, although it was just a gap, but because he often came, Zhang Mochen still recognized the old man behind the door at a glance.

"Oh, it's Young Master Mochen, my young lady is in retreat, you better come back in a few days. Steward Cao said lightly and was about to close the door.

In the past, Zhang Mochen came to Wang's house, and Steward Cao was all in front of the saddle and behind the horse, opening the door, greeting each other with a smile, and his words were also extremely awe-inspiring.

But now, with indifferent eyes and an unfamiliar tone, as for the door, let alone open it respectfully, even that gap can only see one eye. It's like two people.

Zhang Mochen's heart was shocked, and he blocked the red lacquer door that was about to close, and his face became serious with joy just now, "How many days?"

"How do I know, I'm just a housekeeper!" Seeing Zhang Mochen stretch out his hand to block it, Steward Cao's tone obviously showed a trace of impatience, and then he didn't wait for Zhang Mochen to speak again, and just closed the crack in the door.

Zhang Mochen's brows furrowed slightly, and he wanted to knock on the door again, but the hand on the door slowly lowered again, turned around and walked towards the steps.

Zhang Moran, who had not spoken behind him, followed at this time and asked with concern: "Brother Mochen, is Sister Yuyan ......?"

Zhang Mochen looked at the somewhat angry girl in front of him, and smiled slightly, "It's okay, we really need to retreat after awakening Yuan Li, let's wait a few days and come back." ”

Zhang Moran fluttered his long black eyelashes a few times, looking at the back that had already taken a few steps, and his heart ached. Looking at the closed red lacquer door angrily, he snorted coldly and quickly followed.

......

Zhang Moran enlarged his stride a little, so that he could walk side by side with Zhang Mochen. The two returned to Sanye Town and went around for another half a day, but Zhang Mochen looked obviously a little absent-minded. By the time the two walked out of a shop, the sun had already set.

"Brother Mochen, let's go to the Drunken Immortal Pavilion to have something to eat, I haven't been there for a long time. Zhang Moran puffed out his mouth and muttered.

Seeing Zhang Moran's complaining little face, Zhang Mochen secretly blamed in his heart: "I have lived in a simple house for several days, and I have neglected this girl." ”

Zhang Mochen pinched Zhang Moran's meaty little mouth, and smiled slightly: "Okay, my brother will take you to eat enough today." ”