Morning Star

Chapter 289 Love

He lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

Of all the seasons, he hated winter the most, especially the snowy winter. All his misfortunes happened in winter, so how could he like it?

There was a flash of doubt in Chujiu's eyes. The snow was so beautiful, and he could make snowmen, so why didn't he like it?

Suddenly he remembered what happened to him as a child and understood.

She lowered her head sadly, but soon she raised her head again, loosened her arms around him and took one of his hands: "Xingxing, come here, I'll show you something."

She pulled him to a large, flat open space and jumped a few times on the snow.

He pointed at the rabbit pattern as if showing off: "Look at the stars."

He looked down at where she pointed, a rabbit made of footprints. His lips curled up slightly, he rubbed her head and looked at her: "Yeah, it's cute."

What a cute little rabbit, it’s his little rabbit.

Chujiu was so happy after being praised that he jumped a few times beside the rabbit pattern. It was another rabbit.

He pointed at the rabbit that just jumped out and then pointed at the one in front of it: "This is Xingxing, and this is me."

He looked where she pointed and frowned in dissatisfaction: "I'm not a rabbit."

"Yeah, you're not a rabbit." She nodded and smiled mysteriously, "You're a tsundere kitten."

Still a kitten that doesn't need to be teased.

"Little...cat?" Can't he be a human?

"But I can only draw rabbits, not cats." She pursed her lips in distress.

He raised his hand to his chin and thought for a moment, his eyes lit up: "There's more."

"Anything else?" Just after he asked the question, he saw her leap in front of him a foot away, then put her feet together, looking at the ground, and started moving.

Fang Hao, who was standing not far behind the two of them, saw this scene and seemed to understand why the little master was so kind to this little human girl. Because from the moment she saw the little master, her eyes were full of the little master, and the little master only had her in his eyes. And she was a lively and clever person. Only she could think of so many strange ways to make the little master happy.

Chi Feng was no longer surprised by this scene, and instead gave Fang Hao and Shi Yuan, who was also stunned, a look of surprise. But at the same time, he also felt happy about the misfortune.

Before, it was the only one watching the two people showing affection in front of it, but now there are two more people, oh no, two demons. How can it not be happy?

Mo Xinglan stood in front and watched Chujiu moving around him, sometimes far away, sometimes near, and then walking back to the starting point, and then jumping back to him again.

"Look." Chujiu pointed at the line drawn with her two feet and waved her finger.

He followed the line and saw that it was a heart shape.

This reminded him of the time when he lost a game at Chu's house, and she took a pen and drew a heart shape on his forehead. Later, there was also a heart shape on the mooncake she gave him during the Mid-Autumn Festival in Piaomiao Domain.

Those two times she hinted at him that he had a black heart, so what was the reason this time?

What's the meaning of this heart shape?

He frowned with a complicated expression: "Why is it heart-shaped again?"

"Because..." Chujiu smiled mysteriously, raised his two hands in front of him, and made a heart shape, "It's love. Hehe, love."

"Love?" He tilted his head in confusion.

Thinking of something, he felt a little unhappy: "Didn't you say that I was cruel and vicious the last two times?"

Fang Hao was shocked when he heard this. This little human girl was really brave. She actually dared to call the little master evil and vicious, and dared to let the little master know.

In fact, Chujiu was also nervous after hearing this. Her smile froze as she thought of the two times she had given him the heart-shaped patterns. She stared at him calmly and said seriously, "That's different."

"What's the difference?" It's the same pattern, so how can it have two meanings?

She thought for a moment, coughed lightly, and said slowly: "The first time was indeed, um... that was the meaning. The second time, didn't I tell you, I originally wanted to carve a cat, but I couldn't carve a cat well, so I thought of the first drawing... ahem, so I thought the heart-shaped pattern was simpler, but the meaning is actually different from the first time, really."

"Different? What does that mean?" His face was full of disbelief and even displeasure.

When he was deaf? What did she say midway, thinking of the first painting?

Thinking of this, his face turned even worse.

It seemed as if she would never be able to live in peace if she didn't give him a satisfactory answer today.

Chujiu glanced at him cautiously and muttered, "I, I... Actually, maybe, I had a little affection for you at that time. It was, almost, that."

At this moment, she recalled how she felt when she carved that shape, and she gradually understood. It turned out that she had already begun to like him at that time.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, full of doubt: "Really?"

Seeing his doubt, she nodded quickly: "Really, really."

"I'd be lying to you if I were a puppy." Seeing that he still didn't believe her, she put three fingers together and pointed to the sky, "And I don't joke about emotional matters."

He raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled meaningfully: "Okay, I'll believe you for now. So, what does this mean now?"

So that was what he meant, so he misunderstood her at that time, but she actually agreed with what he meant at that time. This made him sad for a long time.

"This..." Chujiu's curled eyelashes trembled slightly and she stammered.

After looking at the heart shape he had created, he rolled his eyes, raised his head and smiled mysteriously: "I won't tell you yet. There's more."

"..." Mo Xinglan tilted his head in confusion after hearing this.

I saw her squatting down and smoothing the snow in front of her with her hands.

I stretched out my index finger and drew two five-pointed stars on it, and then drew a frame behind the five-pointed stars. I divided the frame into three frames with two number lines, and then drew a few more times, and finally drew a heart behind the frame.

Then she pointed at her own drawing and looked up at him: "This one."

He blinked twice in confusion and squatted down.

"Slow down, slow down." Seeing him squatting down, Chujiu quickly stood up and helped him squat down slowly.

He reached out and held her red, frozen fingers in his palm, but found that his hands were not very warm either, so he put her hands on his neck.

Looking at what she had drawn on the ground: "What is this drawing?"

Chujiu stared blankly, not daring to move, letting him hold her hand.

Seeing that she didn't answer for a long time, Mo Xinglan looked at her sideways in confusion.

Her cheeks turned red and she quickly lowered her head and pointed at the five stars with her other hand: "This, this is a five-pointed star, the stars in the sky, the stars in the sky, and also, also stars, stars, stars. The one next to it is the Arabic numerals 520. The last one I just told you, it's a heart."

As he spoke, his eyes occasionally glanced towards his hand which was covered around his neck.

Isn't he cold? His hands are really warm.

"May 20?" he murmured, his eyes moving back and forth on the painting in front of him.