The string of beads obtained in Chapter 37
As twilight crept through the windowpanes, Mo Ziyuan, his slender fingers carrying a sandalwood box with gilded patterns, stepped into the room, his footsteps dappling the light and shadow. Lin Yiluo, who had been lounging on the soft couch playing with dolls, caught sight of that familiar figure, her almond-shaped eyes instantly lit up, and a sweet smile spread across her lips.
"Brother Ziyuan!"
"Yes, Brother Ziyuan brought you a gift." The man said, shaking the gift in his hand.
Lin Yilu couldn't help but feel curious when she saw the wooden box.
"What is it?!"
"Yiro, guess! If you guess right, we'll have something else for lunch. If you guess wrong... you'll have to eat a special meal." He had heard that the girl didn't want to drink porridge in the morning.
"Hmm...is it a necklace?"
"wrong."
"That's an earring."
Mo Ziyuan simply smiled and shook his head.
"That's a bracelet."
"None of them are right, Ilo guessed them all wrong."
Lin Yilu bit her lower lip, her fingertips unconsciously tugging at the hem of the doll's skirt.
"Brother Ziyuan, please give us another chance."
"No, we've already given him a chance, and Brother Ziyuan gave him several chances in total."
The girl with the furrowed brow stopped talking and stared longingly at the wooden box, like a frosty kitten.
"What exactly is that?"
The man raised an eyebrow, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over the plush teddy bear she was clutching at her side. Suddenly, the girl had a flash of inspiration and her eyes widened.
“It’s my brother’s beaded necklace.”
The wooden box was opened, and inside were indeed a man's beaded necklace, but they were somewhat different in shape.
"This was altered by someone my brother had."
The beads were still beads, but they were tied together with a strange red rope.
Lin Yiluo picked it up and examined it closely. There were strange strokes on the back of the bead, which she couldn't understand.
"What does it say on this?"
The man smiled as he looked at the words. When he had them engraved, others had asked him about it, even though he was a seemingly gentle and refined young master. But he hadn't told them.
“This is engraved with God. If you have any worries, you can close your eyes, make a wish, and then tell your brother. Your brother will then tell God, and God will grant your wish.”
"Really."
Those big eyes were filled with disbelief.
In fact, Mo Ziyuan never believed in these things, and what was engraved on it was not a god, but rather "This is Mo Ziyuan's person".
This font is a very ancient font, and there are no books or documents about it that have survived. It was discovered by him, Shi Jingsheng, and Lin Yi'an in a cave on the island.
They didn't know what the characters were, but they found the skeleton of a researcher who had been studying there for many years. Even though he was no longer alive, they could still tell that he was an old man. Next to the old man was a notebook with the corresponding characters he had researched written on it.
They read what he left behind and said that these words were created by God, and that as long as one knew these words, one could communicate with God.
The man didn't believe in these things, but that didn't stop him from becoming a god who could grant Lin Yiluo's wishes. However, gods can't grant everything. One of the conditions was that Lin Yiluo had to leave Mo Ziyuan's side and stop "playing" with Mo Ziyuan.
"Of course it's true."
Having received the man's affirmation, the girl immediately placed the string of beads in her palm, held it to her chest, closed her eyes, and began to make a wish.
The man just looked at her; the girl looked exceptionally beautiful and charming in the sunlight.
It took him a long time to open his eyes.
"What did you wish for?"
The pretty girl hesitated.
The man began to coax and entice.
"Didn't Brother Ziyuan say that you have to tell him, so that he can tell the gods and help you fulfill your wish?"
"But Brother Ziyuan, why can't I just tell him directly?"
"So it's not that easy to fool after all," the man thought to himself.
His thin lips curled up slightly, and he spoke with a half-smile.
“Baby Yiluo, this used to belong to your older brother. He wore it for a long time, so he could communicate directly with God.”
The girl, who was thinking with her head down, immediately expressed her approval.
“Brother Ziyuan is right. Then I’ll tell you, my wish is to eat strawberry pudding for lunch today.”
Hearing the girl's words, Mo Ziyuan couldn't help but laugh. Lin Yi'an really raised his younger sister well, and he was quite envious. However, he didn't need to now, because Yi Luo was his.
Mo Ziyuan pretended to close his eyes and think. The girl stared at his handsome face, mesmerized. He was really good-looking. No wonder Brother Ziyuan could communicate with the gods.
When the man opened his eyes again, he saw the eagerness in Lin Yiluo's eyes, along with a hint of envy.
"How is it, Brother Ziyuan?"
The man sighed and shook his head.
“Oh dear, God said that baby Elo can’t eat strawberry pudding today because baby Elo had a fever last night.”
After saying that, Lin Yilu pouted.
"but…"
"But what?"
"Baby Yiluo can eat it the day after tomorrow."
"Really? God is so kind."
Seeing the girl's happy expression, Mo Ziyuan gladly accepted her praise, and he also felt good about himself.
The beaded string was picked up, and Mo Ziyuan gently put it on the girl.
"Don't take it off, or God will be unhappy."
"Okay, sure."
Lin Yiluo already treasured that beaded string; how could she possibly remove it?
Mo Ziyuan watched as the beaded bracelet, imbued with his own scent, was placed on Lin Yiluo's wrist. His heart skipped a beat, as if the girl had been marked by a man, filling him with excitement and exhilaration.
The man closed his eyes to calm himself down, then looked at the doll that had been with the girl on her bed for many years and said.
“Does Ilo remember what we said back then?”
The happy girl immediately pretended to be confused, but then felt that this was inappropriate and waited for a long time before speaking.
"I should switch with my brother."
The man patted the girl's head approvingly.
“Ilo is great, then I’ll take this.”
"good."
Lin Yiluo really underestimated the importance of this doll. She couldn't sleep at all without it, but she only found out about it at night.
At lunchtime in the restaurant, silver forks made a soft, clinking sound on bone china plates. Lin Yilu poked at her bland, nutritious meal, but her gaze was fixed on the sizzling steak across from her: "Brother Ziyuan's looks even better..." Her voice trailed off with a coquettish tremor, like a kitten extending its soft paw.
"Eat your food properly."
"But this really doesn't taste good. I want to eat Brother Ziyuan's."
She saw the steak on the man's plate and got an idea.
The kind man then forked a piece and put it in her bowl.
"Eat up, finish this, and finish what's in your bowl too."
"Oh," she replied perfunctorily.
After finishing lunch, the man sitting in front of her went back to his room. After watching Mo Ziyuan leave, Lin Yiluo immediately put down her fork.
"Zhiqiu, I'm full."
Before Zhi Qiu could even begin translating, Zhi Xia immediately refused.
"Miss, you should eat more. You've eaten too little. You'll be hungry this afternoon."
"Don't worry, Zhixia, I'm very smart. If I get hungry, I'll just eat snacks."
Both of them were speechless at their young mistress's antics. The young master hadn't restricted her snack intake, and they always gave in because they felt sorry for her and saw her crying and complaining of being hungry. No way! They had to change that.
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