Morning Star

Chapter 180 She Admits She Means Something

Chujiu looked at the carvings on the mooncakes made by the old shopkeeper. It was a mountain.

She cleared her throat and said, "There's a mountain carved on your mooncake."

The old shopkeeper took a look and said, "Well, I can tell. But why is it a mountain?"

Chujiu raised his right hand, rolled up the right hairband with his index finger and laughed: "That's right, I wish you a long life and happiness as vast as the East Sea."

The old shopkeeper was stunned for a moment. Because of her shy and embarrassed blessing, his aging heart, which had been silent for hundreds of years, suddenly began to beat. Every beat revealed a warmth that reached his eyes, which were still bright even though his face was covered with wrinkles.

He sniffed, looked at the little guys looking at him in shock, raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes carelessly, smiled uncomfortably and said, "Oh, I'm old and useless."

Chujiu never thought that the old shopkeeper would be moved to tears by his blessing. For a moment, he was at a loss and felt guilty.

It's rare for an old man to eat mooncakes, but she made him cry. I feel guilty no matter how I think about it.

"What about mine, sister? What about mine? What is this?" Zhuohua retracted his expression and pointed at the mooncake on his plate.

Finally someone came to talk to her, and she was able to change the subject. She quickly explained with a smile: "Oh, that's a peach tree. I thought you were a beautiful girl that Mu Qiqi painted using drawing paper and paint made from a 100,000-year-old peach tree. You match the peach tree very well, so I carved a peach tree."

After thinking for a while, she added, "And peach trees can suppress evil spirits and control ghosts." She was satisfied with her explanation, so she nodded, "Well, it's good for keeping away evil spirits. No demons or ghosts can get close to us."

"..." After listening to her previous explanation, Zhuohua didn't think there was anything wrong, and was even happy. But after listening to her additional words, why did he feel eerie?

To ward off evil spirits? To control ghosts? No demons or monsters can get close to him? It seems like he is a demon.

Looking at the peach tree on the mooncake on the plate, I suddenly felt that the mooncake was not fragrant anymore.

With a pursed mouth, she looked pitifully at Mooncake and then at Chujiu. After looking back and forth between the two several times, she looked at Chujiu eagerly: "Sister, I am a demon."

"Poof! Cough, cough, cough..."

Chujiu had just taken a sip of tea when he was choked by Zhuohua's words.

Seeing this, Mo Xinglan, who was sitting next to her, quickly raised his hand to stroke her back.

After coughing for a while and finally catching her breath, she smiled apologetically: "Haha, well, you are a good demon, and the peach tree only works on bad demons. Don't be afraid."

Finally, he thought of something and reminded: "So if you eat this mooncake I made, you must be a good demon. If you want to be a bad demon that harms people for no reason, you must be careful about this."

Everyone present except Zhuohua knew what she meant by this. So everyone except Mo Xinglan looked at Zhuohua.

Zhuohua held the mooncake in his hand and nodded seriously: "I will be a good demon and protect my master, my sister, my brothers Yashan and Xinglan, and my grandfather."

This sentence made everyone at the table laugh. This child is so naive. He is so powerful, but he was frightened by Chujiu's words.

Mo Xinglan looked indifferent, looking back and forth between Chujiu and Zhuohua. Even though he knew that Chujiu's love for Zhuohua was not the kind between men and women, he still couldn't accept it.

After laughing, Chu Furong, who had been analyzing the pattern carved on the mooncake on the plate in front of her for a long time, said uncertainly: "Is mine carved... a chicken... or a duck?"

After she asked, Chujiu looked over with confused eyes. At the same time, Zhuohua and Gao Yashan, who were sitting on both sides of Chu Furong, and the old shopkeeper who was sitting next to Zhuohua, came closer to the mooncakes on Chu Furong's plate and looked at them carefully.

"It should be a duck, right?" Zhuohua was the first to guess.

"I think it looks like a chicken." Gao Yashan looked at it for a while and made a guess.

The old shopkeeper shook his head in disagreement: "No, no, no, I think it looks like a hand."

“???” Gao Yashan, Zhuohua, Chu Furong and Chu Jiu looked at him in disbelief.

How did he associate it with hands?

Seeing the disbelief in their eyes, the old shopkeeper decided to explain to them how he figured out the trick.

He raised a wrinkled hand, pinched his index finger and thumb together, and raised the last three fingers. He made a peacock gesture.

His posture seemed strange no matter how they looked at it, but the four of them didn't notice it. They nodded repeatedly with an expression of "I see." They looked back at the pattern on the mooncake.

You know what, after he demonstrated it, it really looked like the real thing.

"So, what is it?" Mo Xinglan, who had been silent, was also very curious about what Chujiu had carved.

After he asked this, everyone's eyes fell on Chujiu again.

"Ahem, well... actually, neither of those are true." She coughed awkwardly.

“?” None of them?

The four of them were puzzled. They had been guessing for so long, but none of them were right.

"Actually, it's a kind of flower." She answered slowly.

“???” How does it look like flowers?

Knowing they would find it hard to believe, she began to explain: "It is a flower called bird of paradise. It represents happiness, freedom, auspiciousness and friendship."

After a pause, she looked at them and found that they were listening to her explanation carefully. She continued, "Legend has it that a long time ago, there was a pair of lovers who overcame many difficulties and walked together. In the end, they grew old and turned into two birds and flew into the sky. Therefore, the flower language of bird of paradise refers to the beautiful love between lovers, flying side by side with the one they love."

After explaining, he glanced at a few people and said, "That's it."

She admitted that she meant it.

Chu Furong stared at her blankly for a long while before she came to her senses.

In my heart, I was slowly recalling the story of the bird of paradise flower that Chujiu had told me. Gradually, two blushes appeared on my cheeks. I was afraid that they would find out, so I quickly buried my head. But the corners of my mouth could not help but rise.

Gao Yashan looked at the mooncake on his plate and carefully observed the pattern on it. Then he quietly glanced at the mooncake on Chu Furong's plate and said in a low voice with uncertainty: "So, mine is also..."

He spoke quietly, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was asking uncertainly.

Chujiu heard it, and nodded with great pride: "Yes, yes, it is also the bird of paradise flower. Hehe."

Gao Yashan got the answer he had in mind, and his face gradually turned red. A touch of happiness appeared on his face: "Thank you, Xiaojiu."

"Oh, what are you talking about? It's my duty." Although he said this, he was already very happy in his heart.