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Xiaomo doesn't even want to talk to him now?
"Is this so..." Leng Can was stunned for a moment, then clenched his teeth, mixed his fingers together, and picked at his nails.
He looked dejected, but still forced a smile. "But fortunately, she's fine. That makes me feel relieved."
Seeing this, he felt very distressed, "Junior brother, Junior sister..."
"You don't have to send me off." He interrupted him, his eyes reddened, and he snatched the package from his arms and ran away in a panic, "I'll go by myself."
Looking at his distraught movements, he wanted to catch up with him anxiously, "Junior brother, I..."
"Hey." The old man grabbed him and shook his head, "Let him go by himself."
"Junior brother will be sad."
"He should be held responsible for his choices."
She stopped and stopped chasing him. She looked at his back as he left and wiped her eyes sadly. "I understand."
The road that seemed far on normal days seemed especially short today. He saw Cong Mo's figure after walking a few steps. He was holding a sword with his back to him, with a tall and straight figure and a cold temperament. Leng Can stopped where he was and would not move a step. When he saw Cong Mo, his heart ached, as if he had blisters from being burned by fire while cooking, or his hands had turned purple from being frozen while making snowmen in the snow. It was not fatal but it was itchy to the core, and tears rolled down his face. He wiped away his tears with force, put the package on his back, turned around, and thought about waiting until he had calmed down before walking again.
There are many things in Cong Mo's mind, but the result they point to is very simple. She is making the worst-case scenario plans and the possible impact, especially for Leng Can. In Wuqing Mountain, Leng Can is most familiar to her, and it is normal for him to be overly dependent on her. Once they get down the mountain and return to their real home, this dependence should decrease. Leng Can is weak, not very smart, and not a greedy person. As time goes on, his love for her will soon be replaced by something else.
Her mind was full of mixed thoughts. She glanced back and caught a glimpse of Leng Can standing with his back to her, his shoulders shaking. In the sunlight, his tall figure looked pitiful because of the slight trembling.
Cong Mo thought he hadn't seen her, and didn't give him a chance to delay. She flew over on her sword and stopped in front of him. "What are you doing standing here? Sun..."
She paused as she saw the glistening tears in the corners of Leng Can's eyes, "...You're crying? Why?"
"Nothing, Feng narrowed his eyes." Leng Can turned around awkwardly and didn't look at her.
"The wind isn't that strong today..." Cong Mo turned in the direction he was turning, raising her hand to wipe away his tears. She stood on the sword, at the same height as him, and could look straight into his eyes, which were bright, round, and beautiful. "But he might squint, but..."
She poked the corners of his eyes, and the tiny wrinkles there were gently smoothed out. "Xiaocan, your eyes are so big and beautiful, like... the stars I saw that night."
“Plop!”
“Plop!”
The distance between the two was too close. Leng Can looked at her stupidly. He blinked and the tears hidden in his eyes fell down, just falling into Cong Mo's palm. She held her palm flat to prevent the tears from falling. A tear was quietly flowing in her palm.
Cong Mo seemed to find it miraculous and raised his hand for him to see, "Your tears fell into the palm of my hand."
Leng Can sniffed twice in frustration, his mood fluctuating up and down at the moment. He couldn't tell whether he was angry at himself for being so easily moved, or angry at the decision to leave. He pushed her hand away, tears flying out along with his strength, "What's the point of this..."
Cong Mo looked at the shallow water mark in his palm and gently scratched it twice, "It's boring..."
"Don't say anymore." Leng Can wiped his eyes vigorously, "Let's go."
"Oh, then come up." Cong Mo nodded and landed on the ground with his sword.
After saying that, he reached out to take the package on Leng Can's back.
Leng Can dodged sideways and said, "I'll carry it myself."
"...Okay." Cong Mo Ning glanced at him and said slowly, "Then hurry up and get back to the village. It will take another two hours."
Leng Can said nothing and stood on the sword stiffly.
"Hold me."
Leng Can pinched the corner of her clothes as he said, and there was a small distance between them.
Cong Mo: “…”
She grabbed Leng Can's arm and wrapped it around her waist. "You're really weird today. You always hug me without leaving any gaps. Why are you keeping your distance today? What if you fall? Hold on tighter."
Leng Can stomped his feet in anger, took a half step forward, and pressed his whole body directly against her, leaving no room for negotiation. "Hold you tight."
Cong Mo was almost knocked down by him, and felt that he was strange and nervous. "Let's go."
"Um."
Flying in the air, looking down, there was a mountain waterfall under the sword, and white clouds beside him. Ling Fei was flying in the air, and he could see birds flying around them, as if they had grown wings and could fly freely. Leng Can held Cong Mo tightly with one hand, raised the other arm, and his palm passed through the clouds.
"Are you touching the clouds?" Cong Mo suddenly asked as he watched his movements.
"Well, it looks very soft." Leng Can's eyes were soft, reflecting half of the clouds and half of Cong Mo.
The wind was cool, blowing his hair. The soft hair flew back and hooked around his ears, seeming to be lingering.
Leng Can seemed to be able to smell the pleasant scent on her body. His endless greed made him forget his previous sullenness. He no longer remained silent in anger. He shook the package on his shoulder and held her more tightly with his hands, "Xiao Mo..."
"Yeah." Cong Mo agreed, "What's wrong?"
Leng Can didn't answer, but put his head on her shoulder, tilted his head, stared at her face from the side, and rubbed his nose against her neck. His posture was intimate, full of attachment and reluctance, and he called out again, "Xiao Mo."
The hot air from Leng Can's breath, mixed with the cool breeze, splashed on her neck, making it itchy, but he was always like this. Once she dodged, he would get angry, so she endured it and just tilted her head slightly, "What's wrong?"
Leng Can then said, "Nothing..."
"oh."
"What if something happens?"
"you say."
"I say, what if I say it's nothing."
"Then it's really nothing."
Leng Can gasped in anger, "Do you really believe that it's nothing?"
Cong Mo nodded, "I believe it."
"Why do you believe it?"
"I believe whatever you say."
"You..." He asked inexplicably, and Cong Mo would inexplicably follow his words to answer, sometimes even thinking seriously, and the anger that had arisen for no reason quickly dissipated, "Will you come to see me?"
"I'll go if you need me."
"What if I don't need it?"
"Then I won't go."
Leng Can: “…”
He complained to Cong Mo, "Talking to you is so tiring!"
"Are you angry?" Cong Mo sensed the change in his tone and immediately came up with a solution based on the previous conversation. "You can tell me when I should visit you and how often, and I'll go."
Leng Can hoped to get her to take the initiative, "If I don't want you to come, will you not come?"
"Uh..." Cong Mo hesitated, "...let me think about it."
More than an hour had passed while he was thinking about this. Leng Can's temper came and went quickly, and his mind was confused. After chatting with her for a while, he had already put the matter behind him.
Soon we were above the village, and we could basically see the outline of the village.
Cong Mo grabbed his flailing hands and placed them on his waist. "We're here. Hold on to me, we're going down."
The gust of wind whistled in his ears. Cong Mo reached back and held his head, "Lower your head and close your eyes."
Leng Can obediently closed his eyes, hugged her tightly, and rested his head on her neck. After a while, he landed at the door of the Leng family's gate.
At this time, most people in the village were taking a nap at home, and for a while, they were the only two people on the street.
"That's right, I remember." Cong Mo put away his sword and took the package from Leng Can's back, not allowing him to refuse. "Go knock on the door."
This meant that the time he and Cong Mo spent together was decreasing at a noticeable rate. Leng Can rubbed his aching shoulders and made up excuses for himself, "My arm hurts, and I can't knock on the door."
"Then I'll do it."
Before Leng Can could stop him, Cong Mo walked around him in two or three steps and knocked on the door twice.
"Who is it?" A childish voice came from inside the door.
Leng Can and Cong Mo explained, "It must be my brother. He must have stayed up late to play outside."
There are three boys in the Leng family. He is the eldest, and he has two younger brothers. When he went up the mountain, one of them was five years old and the other was four years old. They haven't seen each other for such a long time that they may not be able to recognize him now, because he can't tell whether the one guarding the door is the second or third brother.
Leng Can cleared his throat and shouted inside, "I'm your brother, Leng Can, go call mom and dad."
"elder brother?"
The child inside did not let down his guard. "Then wait, I'll go and yell now. Don't frame me. I haven't seen my brother in ages!"
After waiting for a while, I heard a chaotic sound of footsteps, mixed with a few scoldings, "Why is your brother going home if he has nothing to do?"
"That guy outside must be a bad guy. Wait for me to kill him with a hoe..."
Leng Can pulled Cong Mo and took two steps back, "My mother won't kill me with a chisel."
Leng's father and mother didn't know that he was coming back. They had packed their things and when they opened the door, they saw the two people, who were indeed Leng Can and Cong Mo. They were all shocked. They looked at them and slammed the door before Leng Can could explain.
Leng Can: “…”
Cong Mo: "Are we in the wrong place?"
Leng's father and mother leaned against the door, still wondering whether this was an illusion. How could their son, whom they hadn't seen for more than two years, suddenly come back?
Leng's mother: "Kicked down from Wuqing Mountain? I knew this kid wouldn't stay long."
Father Leng: "Look at it the bright side. Our eldest son has been there for such a long time, and he was only driven down now. This shows that Wuqing Mountain is not a very powerful place..."
Their voices were quite loud, and Leng Can and Cong Mo, who were standing outside through the door, could hear them clearly.
Leng Can: “…”
Cong Mo: "You've come to the right place."
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