Crescent Mountain. The moon is like a hook.

Mu Dongfeng lay on the rocking chair in the courtyard of the bamboo fence, looking at the crescent moon.

The breeze is coming. The autumn wind is getting cooler.

On the stone platform is the osmanthus cake of Zhiwei Zhai, the plump pomegranate seeds, and a small plate of peanuts.

A girl with a ponytail sat beside the stone platform with her cheeks propped up, muttering to herself: "I said Lao Mu, can you respect my feelings, don't be distracted while talking, okay?"

Mu Dongfeng turned a deaf ear.

The girl pouted, pinched a peanut, bent her fingers and flicked to Mu Dongfeng, and said something in her mouth: "Medium!"

Mu Dongfeng's rocking chair was still rocking back and forth, and he didn't look at the angle of the peanut, but as soon as he raised his hand, the peanut was firmly sandwiched between his index finger and middle finger.

Mu Dongfeng smiled at the little girl, pinched the flowers, threw them into his mouth, and said while chewing: "Two points of strength, three points of angle, the taste of peanuts... Five points. ”

The little girl stuck out her tongue and said angrily, "If you do this again, I'm angry." ”

Mu Dongfeng stopped the rocking chair, looked apologetic, and said: "Roar, my princess Xinyu is angry, who is so eyeless and dares to provoke my princess?"

The little girl who was called the princess of Xinyu did not give up, and said hatefully: "It's you, the old shepherd." Who told you to ignore people?"

Mu Dongfeng scratched his head and said, "Old wood? The wood is old, so chop it and chop wood." ”

Han Xinyu laughed out loud, and the twelve-year-old girl's temper came and went quickly, and suddenly changed to a smiling face, and said cheaply: "Old Mu, tell me your story back then!"

Mu Dongfeng changed his posture to a more comfortable position, lay back down, and muttered, "Back then..." glanced at Han Xinyu and asked, "Which part of the year do you want to hear?"

Han Xinyu blinked his eyes and said, "Let's start from the beginning, we have nothing to do anyway." ”

Mu Dongfeng shook his head with a wry smile, sighed, and said, "The story has to start from thirty-five years ago..."

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