Qingcheng was brewing tea under the eaves. Just as the water in the earthenware pot began to bubble, he suddenly stopped and took out an indigo handkerchief from his pocket.
That was given to him by Ah Li. He burned cypress incense every day, but now the kerchief was covered with some withered leaves.
As he pursed his lips and picked off the broken leaves, his fingertips lingered on the handkerchief for longer than the tea smoke rose.
Mo Ran, who was standing to the side, suddenly had his tail brush against the low stool.
He was trying to lay the newly acquired ferret pelt on the rattan chair where Ah Li usually sat. He was afraid that if the fur was too light, she wouldn't like it, and if it was too dark, she would think it would look old-fashioned.
The moment he heard the noise coming from Ahri's side, his muscles tensed up, but he suddenly relaxed when he saw Ahri rubbing her temples.
The calming incense newly added to the incense burner not far away was actually spikenard he had picked from the cliff overnight, mixed with three parts orange peel, because she had said she hated bitterness.
During this time, they left the bustling city and came to the mountains and forests.
They built a large villa in the mountains long ago, a home that belongs only to them.
They are not required to maintain human form; their wives allow them to reveal their animal forms.
Also, their offspring live here until they turn eighteen and become adults. Their animal forms are not very obvious, but to avoid unnecessary trouble, they always come here for a short stay.
The handkerchief in Qingcheng's hand gently fell onto the table, like a feather touched by the wind.
The ferret pelt in Mo Ran's hand rested neatly on the back of the rattan chair. Its silver-gray color, in just the right shade, reflected the morning light, just like the softest tuft of down on the tip of his ear when he transformed.
"Ink stain."
Ahri walked over, her voice still carrying a hint of sleepiness.
"Yes, I'm here."
Mo Ran immediately straightened her back, but she merely reached out and stroked the fine texture of the mink fur, as if casually asking, "Did you pick the pine needles in the incense burner last night?"
The incense burner emitted wisps of smoke, which curled into mist before dissipating in an instant.
The children's laughter suddenly shattered the tranquility of the room.
Two fluffy snowballs rolled down from the second floor. The half-human sister still had fox ears, while the brother's wolf tail was already skillfully wrapped around the stair railing to cushion the fall.
"Big Daddy!"
As the younger sister rushed into Mo Ran's arms, the silver bell on her tail jingled crisply. "We can smell wild chestnuts in the back mountain."
Ah Li watched as Mo Ran frantically caught the children, her eyes beaming with a smile as bright as the early autumn sun.
In the mountains and forests, the mountain mist is slowly receding, revealing the orange trees they planted themselves.
The fruit from last year is still soaking in the honey pot in the basement, while the newly opened flowers have already turned the wings of a few early bees yellow.
Let's go.
Ali stretched and then took the little wolf cub's hand, saying, "Before the dew dries, let's take the children to pick some osmanthus flowers and wild chestnuts."
Mo Ran's ears twitched again, for he heard Ah Li's whisper, almost carried away by the wind, as she turned away: "Chestnut and osmanthus cake goes perfectly with the pine needle tea you picked."
Upon hearing what the cubs said, the white wolf prepared the things he needed for the outing.
Qingcheng also heard Ah Li's words. He glanced at the tea, then looked at his wife, put away his handkerchief, and followed.
Qingyi and Huyou took the other cubs back to the shop to get things, and they haven't returned yet.
Everything was so beautiful.
【over】
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