I don¡¯t know if he heard it or not, but he was looking at the two people playing by the lotus pond with his hands behind his back.
An unconscious smile comes from the heart.
¡°It¡¯s time to eat!¡±
Mo Zai¡¯s mother came to call him again and went up to twist his ears.
It was not easy to call him up. After playing for a long time by the lotus pond, her hands and feet were a little cold, so Xu Jun helped her cover her hands.
"A friend of Mo Zai's, right? I heard from Uncle Mo. If you don't mind, come and have dinner at home."
Luo Xin looked at Xu Jun, and Xu Jun nodded. Mo Zai was very happy. There had been no guests in his house for a long time. He and his mother always ate together, and the two of them felt it was very lively.
Mo Zai¡¯s home is not big and has his own yard. It is a typical Cantonese rural structure, with eating on the first floor and resting on the second floor.
The square table was placed in the yard. Mo Zai¡¯s mother served the dishes and Mo Zai served the rice. The mother and son cooperated very well.
¡°It¡¯s commonplace food, just don¡¯t dislike it.¡±
"It's already very good. I haven't had a home meal for a long time, auntie."
Having stayed here for a long time, Luo Xin seems to have become accustomed to the inverted sentences and the Mandarin version of the dialect.
Mo Zai wolfed down the food. His mother said a few words to him and he still behaved like this. After eating, he ran back to the room and didn¡¯t know what he was doing.
¡°This kid used to always act weird, and the kids in the village would take pictures of him when they saw him. He¡¯s gotten a lot better recently, and he¡¯s willing to do his homework now. Thank you.¡±
"Mo Zai is very smart. He is not pretending to be a fool, it is just a mechanism. He has very strong hands-on ability."
"That's what you, the girl, say. People in the village think Mo Zai is naughty, and no children like to play with him. He always guards the ancestral hall and the fairy pavilion, and stays there all day long on weekends. What kind of normal child do you think? We guard that place every day. His father and I are the guardians of the ancestral hall in this generation, but we are not as diligent as him."
Luo Xin smiled and explained that he was thinking and feeling the history. Mo Zai has a deeper understanding of the history and culture of this village than most people. He is using his own way to protect what he thinks is important.
Mo Zai¡¯s mother has a beautiful smile. Although she and Mo Zai¡¯s father often quarrel, she still cares about her children, but the way of caring is not correct.
While talking, Mo Zai took out a dated book and said that he had seen it in the Fairy Pavilion before. There used to be many such books in the Fairy Pavilion, but then they gradually disappeared. This is Mo Zai's little book. I saw it when I put it on the machine. It was very precious to me. This time I showed it to Luo Xin, and she completely trusted her.
Luo Xinxiang put down the dishes and chopsticks, took out the white gloves from her backpack, put them on before taking the book. It was full of traditional Chinese characters, no wonder Mo Zai couldn't understand them.
"What is it written?"
"Scripture."
Luo Xinsi explained to Mo Zai in detail, and Mo Zai listened attentively. He was always very interested in that period of history.
When we came out of Mo Zai's house, it was getting late.
The night and shadows in the village are mixed together. I am used to the bright lights in the city and there is no traffic. Such a quiet night is accompanied by the sound of an unknown bird, and it suddenly feels like another world. The moonlight in the city illuminates dreams, and the moonlight in Huizhi Village makes love last forever.
Xu Jun led her on the old bluestone road, each step carrying a sense of history. There were only two of them in the whole street.
The wind is gentle and the river flows silently.
"I forgot to ask you, why are you here?"
"Do you have to ask at this time?"
"Then when do you ask? Is there anything special about this time?"
The sparse shadows are slanting horizontally, reflecting the clear and shallow West Lake in the distance; the faint fragrance floats, accompanying the moon and dusk.
The little girl kept looking at him, waiting for the answer. Luo Xin seemed to be willing to express her true thoughts towards him. She asked whenever she wanted, and she was really curious about the reason.
"worried."
"The ghost is Mo Zai pretending to be haunted, what are you worried about?"
I don¡¯t know if she really doesn¡¯t understand or is pretending not to understand. He is worried about Mo Zai. He is obviously worried about Chen Chen, a brat. His little pufferfish is beautiful and has an interesting soul. He is really afraid of the person chasing her. There are too many, and I'm afraid she will be spoiled for choice.
"I'm afraid that the one who is near the water and the tower will get the moon first."
"You've already got the moon first, so what are you afraid of? Who else wants to get the moon?"
The night is as orange as water, the moon comes to wash away the vulgarity, wash away the lead, and the moonlight shines on the body, bright and refreshing.
Xu Jun was so angry with her that she couldn't speak and could only shake her head. She refused to let him go and told him why.
At night in Huizhi Village, the moon is shining from the top of the mountain, the red disk is surging, the clear light is shining, the sky is bright, the fields are silent, the barking of dogs is heard, and the guests are quiet. The person in my arms is gentle and lovely, and becomes more and more wonderful as the night goes by.
The design meeting on the second day was still related to Jiuxi Guild Hall, focusing on the bar area and cultural and creative area.
"The whole private room won't be that vulgar, right?"
"It really must be there. This is what Party A requires, an SVVIP private room, but I can freely use the rest."
"Then what did you do with this ordinary bar beverage area?"
"I moved the bar under the eaves outside the back door."
Xu Jun didn¡¯t quite understand, nor did Bai Gujing and Mr. Ali. Only Chen Chen crossed his legs with a look of disdain.
"Did that little devil show you the way yesterday?"
Luo Xin seemed to crumble the extra drawings in her hand into a ball and throw them directly towards Chen Chen.
"Mo Zai! Not Gui Zai!"
Chen Chen disagreed. When he caught him, he was pretending to be a ghost, so he wanted to call him a ghost.
Yesterday, Mo Zai rarely talked much and gave her many tips.
Luo Xin seemed to know about design, but she didn't know the fine trees in Lingnan, let alone those precious trees. Fortunately, Mo Zai took her around the fairy pavilion yesterday. Fortunately, she had a good memory and remembered all the green plants. Came down.
Hanxiao, Huanglan, famous Lingnan trees: plumeria, rouge willow, etc., all available, and the planting locations are extremely appropriate. You can see the yellow orchid on the second floor. The yellow orchid is in excellent bloom, plumeria and Hanxiao, rouge willow. They are all in the courtyard, which is pleasant in the sunshine. When it rains, raindrops fall from the eaves and flowers bloom on the streets, which makes it even more refreshing and comfortable.
"This is all what you got from collecting styles and inspiration yesterday?"
"Yeah! And the first to get the moon is the one near the water."
"Huh?" "Huh?"
In unison, Bai Gujing and Alice reacted quickly. After she said this, they both looked at Xu Jun. Xu Jun took a breath. The little girl was so happy that she said their funny words. Fortunately, Chen Chen didn't react. .
"A building near water? Is it the same as our company?"
"What does it have to do with our company! What I'm talking about is that Mo Zai helped me introduce him. He told me a lot about his thoughts on the fairy pavilion. I think I got these inspirations from him. It's good that heaven and man are one. Yes, isn't it?"
"Yes, yes, it's very good!"
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