On New Year's Eve, in the Mo family's magnificent living room, Mo Jingchun, his sister Mo Ling, and his father Mo Xu were sitting at the dining table eating dinner.
The villa looks luxurious and elegant, but its layout is somewhat similar to that of an ordinary building. On the other side of the dining table is a huge LCD TV, which is playing the opening ceremony of the Spring Festival Gala.
After dinner, they can sit on the soft sofa and watch this year's gala comfortably with their family.
However, the atmosphere at the table for the three of them did not seem as joyful as in other families. Instead, it seemed a bit dull.
Mo Jingchun's father, Mo Xu, was sitting calmly at the main seat at the dining table. He was wearing a very ordinary black shirt. Since the heating was on, the temperature indoors was much warmer than outside, so there was no need to wear thick clothes.
He has a handsome appearance, a high nose bridge, and full brow bones, but there is a break at the edge of the brow. He looks like a handsome middle-aged uncle, but the gray hair and the beard at the corners of his mouth make him look a bit older.
Mo Jingchun and Mo Ling, who were sitting on his left, had mouths and noses that looked very similar to Mo Xu's.
Perhaps it was because he had a strong aura as a father, Mo Xu did not say anything. Mo Jingchun and Mo Ling at the table also kept their mouths shut and just ate quietly.
The dining table was filled with 12 steaming dishes that looked very tempting. It should have been a joyful reunion dinner, but everyone ate in silence, as if they were strangers to each other.
"Dad," Mo Ling rarely put away her middle school syndrome. She picked up a cup of tea and smiled, "Happy New Year's Eve."
"Yeah." Mo Xu nodded, his response was very flat.
Mo Ling has become accustomed to his father's calm answers. Whether at work or at home, his father always seems to be so calm, and he has never seen his emotions fluctuate.
Sometimes, Mo Ling really felt that his father was not like a human being, but like a piece of wood.
Mo Jingchun didn't say anything, nor did he stand up to say Happy New Year's Eve to Mo Xu. There seemed to be a conflict between father and son, and an invisible barrier appeared between them.
Mo Jingchun quickly finished his meal and left the first floor first, walking towards the room on the second floor without looking back.
Mo Ling looked at the huge first floor and found that only he and his father were left. He quickly finished his dinner, said goodbye to his father and ran upstairs.
At this moment, Mo Xu was the only one left on the first floor.
Faced with his two children hurriedly leaving the table, there was no big reaction on his weathered face. He just looked at the dishes on the table, subconsciously turned his head to look at the Spring Festival Gala being broadcast opposite, his eyes drooping slightly.
"Bishop, how come you run so fast?"
After Mo Ling ran to the second floor, he looked at Mo Jingchun who was standing outside the balcony with some dissatisfaction.
On a protruding balcony on the second floor, Mo Jingchun put on thick clothes again and stood in the middle of a snowflake.
Mo Ling was only wearing two pieces of clothing, so she leaned against the glass window outside the balcony, sat on the sofa against the wall, and chatted with her brother through the glass.
"Bishop," Mo Ling looked at his brother with the concern of a mentally retarded child, "There's heating in the house, but you ran outside in the cold with your clothes on. Are you okay?"
"Knock, knock, knock."
Mo Jingchun tapped the glass between them with his fingers, a look of dissatisfaction on his face. "You've become so powerful, Mo Ling. Now you can even teach your brother a lesson."
"That's right." Mo Ling still refused to give in. "Your behavior is just like that of the Evil Lord. So stupid."
"snort."
Mo Jingchun looked disdainful, his hands shoved into the pockets of his cotton coat. "Xu Fan may be stupid, but he's still better than you. As for me, I'm the smartest among you."
"Who... who said that? Where did this unofficial ranking come from? I, the Holy Grace Radiant Ending Wheel Dancer Knight, am not the dumbest one."
Mo Ling was a little annoyed by what his brother said, and he changed from sitting hunched over on the sofa to half-kneeling with his upper body supported.
Her pretty face flushed red as Mo Ling said hurriedly, "You're not the smartest. The director of the Holy Library is the smartest!"
"Are you talking about Jiang Li?"
Mo Jingchun was already familiar with his sister's speaking style and instantly knew who she was talking about.
"yes."
Mo Ling raised his chin and pointed his nostrils at Mo Jingchun, trying to put on a proud expression.
Mo Jingchun did not refute immediately, but reached out and touched his chin where a little beard had grown, looking thoughtful.
"Okay," Mo Jingchun changed his expression, "I'll just reluctantly admit that I'm not the smartest."
"Hmph, I'm glad to know." Mo Ling became proud, with cunning written all over his cute face.
"But the title of the person with the lowest IQ should definitely belong to you."
Mo Jingchun didn't let his sister be proud for too long, and he put her down mercilessly again, "As your brother, I'm very worried about your future. Will you be deceived by some little yellow-haired kid in the future?"
"What are you talking about?"
Mo Ling was a little shy, and touched her slightly red cheeks with her white and tender hands. "I, I am the Wheel of the End of Holy Grace..."
"I know, I know."
Mo Jingchun smiled, "I know you're the one who wants to save the world. Worldly emotions have nothing to do with you, right?"
"This, this is more like this." Mo Ling said with some stuttering.
"Mo Ling." Mo Jingchun's expression suddenly became serious and his voice became low.
"Um?"
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