The baby doesn’t rember him anymore.
"Mom, how are you feeling?" Mo Junhua gently patted Wang Guiyu’s back. After she felt a bit better, he turned his head and queried about his mother’s condition from his uncle, "Uncle, how is my mom? Is it serious? She always feels nauseous at ho, but can’t throw up and feels very uncomfortable."
"It’s nothing serious, just the onset of shingles. When we get back, just expel the shingles, prepare two doses of herbal dicine to boil, reduce three bowls of water to one, and rest at ho for a couple of days."
After hearing the word "mom," Lan Tian felt as if she had been struck by lightning, staring incredulously at the young man. Could this person be Mo Junhua? How could his complexion be so dark; no wonder she didn’t recognize him.
After marrying him in her previous life, Mo Junhua that Lan Tian saw was like a moving block of ice, not looking like this at all. Trying to rember what exactly he looked like, Lan Tian realized that she genuinely had no impression.
In those days, Mo Junhua rarely ca ho, claiming he was busy, and occasionally he would visit the study. Every ti Lan Tian saw him, his face was cold and forbidding, "do not approach," and she would not dare to look up and see his face. From her past life mories, the appearance of Mo Junhua seed like she never really saw it clearly. Could it be that in her previous life, he looked like this?
Mo Yuanle called Lan Tian several tis before she ca back to her senses, uttered a sound, and drifted into the dicine House to pick up so dicine. Mo Yuanle took Wang Guiyu to the hall, and as Mo Junhua stepped outside, he glanced towards the dicine House, thought for a bit, then turned and headed to the dicine House, leaning on the door to watch Lan Tian picking dicines.
Feeling a gaze landing on her, Lan Tian turned back and saw him, zealously calling out, "Mo Junhua?" as if unsure.
"Yes," Mo Junhua uttered, his expressionless face instantly cracked a smile towards Lan Tian, striding over, his palm naturally touched the top of Lan Tian’s head, gently rubbing it.
The feeling is still so good!
Mo Junhua’s action was so sudden, Lan Tian hadn’t expected it at all, and without any defense, her head got caught under his hand. She smacked his hand away powerfully and glared at him, "Don’t touch randomly, I’m not familiar with you."
Lan Tian glanced outside, didn’t see Mo Yuanle, and didn’t hear their voices, guessing they must have gone to the hall. In Mo Yuanle’s absence, Lan Tian treated Mo Junhua even more dismissively, her clear eyes hiding her deep indifference. She is not the person she was four years ago; now at Qi Cultivation Seventh Level, Mo Junhua is no match for her.
"Wa..." Before he could finish saying "baby," Lan Tian gave him a cold look that made Mo Junhua’s heart beat violently, choking on his follow-up words and instead said, "Lan Tian, I thought you didn’t recognize . I smiled at you just now, and you turned your head away."
His tone seed aggrieved. Lan Tian frowned as if she didn’t hear and continued to select dicines.
Mo Junhua seed not to need a response from Lan Tian, following behind her and babbling like an old lady.
"You are just like before, haven’t changed a bit, you have grown taller, up to my chest," Mo Junhua gesture their height difference behind her, "just a bit thinner, are you not eating well? Are you learning to pick herbs with your uncle? You never wrote to about this. Are you going into the fourth grade later this year? Write back to in the future, stop drawing pictures..."
Suddenly, Lan Tian turned around, staring into his eyes, "Mo Junhua, do you like ?"
Lan Tian’s bold words seemingly shocked Mo Junhua, coughing violently, his face turning blue, eyes widened in disbelief looking at Lan Tian.
Mo Junhua’s feelings are complicated right now, unsure of his thoughts; whether it’s unbelievable that Lan Tian could say such... such bold and shocking words, or that a secret buried in his heart had been exposed?
Mo Junhua quickly regained his usual composure, his tone very calm as if discussing sothing very ordinary, "Of course I like you, you are so cute, anyone would like you, like a little sister."
He emphasized the last sentence, his heart crying inside — it’s said that a poor child matures early, but isn’t "baby" maturing a bit too early? Knowing about matters between n and won already?
Lan Tian couldn’t decipher the depth in his eyes, nor did she want to know his thoughts. She slowly pulled him down by his clothes to be eye-level with her, her voice soft and delicate, her words chilling, "Really? Like you like a little sister? Then how many letters have you written your sisters, Chunhua and Chuntao? Do you babble to them like this? Share everything with them?"
Lan Tian didn’t wait for Mo Junhua to respond, continuing, "You haven’t, you haven’t written any letters to Chunhua and Chuntao; I bet the letters you’ve written to your family aren’t as much as you wrote to ? Do you dare to say you haven’t thought of in the still nights? Let tell you why. Because you’re a pervert, liking kids. Since I was six, you’ve been thinking about in your mind, you sicko."
Lan Tian snorted coldly, grabbed the herbs, and left, leaving behind an expressionless Mo Junhua, who watched her leave, his face slowly turning gloomy, his piercing, deep eyes, like an ancient pond, flashing a devouring glint.
Pervert?
Is he a pervert?
Mo Junhua doesn’t think so; he is rely reclaiming what belongs to him, preventing the tragedy in his dreams from recurring. If you talk about being a pervert, isn’t she even more of one, herself being so old and chasing a young man in his twenties, wandering around Beijing every day, really, who is the pervert, you old tireless Lan Tian!
Mo Junhua, holding his breath with nowhere to vent, kicked a vegetable in the ground, crushing two plants before he felt slightly better, glanced over towards Lan Tian, and threw away the two trampled plants.
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