Teahouse, people wearing linen clothes and buns, people shouting and buying, filming? It’s not like Suo’s clothes attracted people’s strange looks, a white skirt, a pair of black leather shoes...
Mo Yang was startled, his cold face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years flashed with suspicion, confusion, panic, and a terrible thought: she had fallen into the pile of ancients.
As soon as she entered the downtown area of the town, Mo Yang felt a sharp gaze following her. Long-term training made her extremely sensitive to the things around her.
Suddenly, an elegant man appeared in front of Mo Yang
"The little girl's clothes are so strange!" the man said with a smile. The girl smelled of blood.
Mo Yang met the person's gaze, which was sharp, but upright and spirited. He was dressed in a green robe, and seemed to have a bit of a Taoist spirit. After sizing him up, he said indifferently: "What's the matter?"
The man was startled by Mo Yang's question. He was so calm, and then he said gently: "Where does the little girl come from?"
"No comment" Mo Yang took a detour and left.
"Little girl, wait a minute, is the little girl's surname Xiang?" the man caught up and asked.
"No," Mo Yang said impatiently. This man's way of striking up a conversation is really novel.
"Do your parents have surnames?" the man asked still in a good temper.
"No! Stop following me!"
"Follow me," the man said calmly, seeming to be stating a very correct fact.
Follow you? Mo Yang’s first reaction was, crazy! He had no intention of entangled, so he quickened his pace and left.
The man stood in front of Mo Yang and said again: "Follow me."
Mo Yang's clarified eyes turned and said: "I'm hungry."
After hearing this, the man chuckled twice and said: "She is indeed an interesting little girl, come with me."
The two came to the 'Zuiyue Tower' and attracted the attention of many people. Before they sat down, the waiter in the store came up to ask. While talking, he looked at Mo Yang. He had never seen such a person before. Beautiful little girl, I have never seen such a cold little girl
The man interrupted the waiter's gaze and said: "A few dishes and a bottle of wine."
"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."
When the food and wine were served, Mo Yang ignored the man and started eating by herself. She was really hungry.
"Where is the little girl's home?"
"..." Mo Yang didn't say anything, how could he tell you? Would you believe it if he said he came from another time and space?
"Where are your relatives?"
"I have no relatives"
When the man heard this, instead of showing sympathy, his eyes lit up and he asked, "What's your name?"
"Moyang"
"Can I call you Zuo'er?"
"Whatever! What's your name?" Mo Yang said, so I can pay for this meal later.
The man was startled. This question was too direct. There was no sense of inferiority or seniority. He was more than enough to be Mo Yang's father. He was a little strange to be asked like this. "Xiang Ting"
"Okay, I'm full, let's go first" he said and stood up
"Wait a minute!" Xiang Ting called Mo Yang.
"Is there anything else?"
"I didn't bring any money," Xiang Ting said with a smile.
"Oh, that's your business." No money? It's definitely a lie.
"You, you are cruel!" Xiang Ting put down the money and followed Mo Yang away.