Morning Star

Chapter 427 Birthday Song

"Hey, women just like to tinker with needles and threads. I don't know what there is to tinker with."

"Haha, that's right. We old men don't understand..."

"..."

Only then did he realize that needles and thread were only used by women.

After that, he never touched it again. All his clothes were bought. When they were worn out, he would not mend them but destroy them directly.

"Stars, stars?"

"Star……"

Seeing that he didn't answer and just stood there with his eyes downcast and no expression on his face, Chujiu raised her hand and waved it in front of his eyes while shouting.

Mo Xinglan's long eyelashes trembled and he came back to his senses and looked at her. He didn't mention anything about needlework, but just raised the corners of his lips and rubbed her head without saying anything.

Chujiu looked puzzled and raised his hand to ruffle his messed up hair: "Xingxing, what are you thinking about? You are so absorbed in your thoughts. I've called you several times."

"Nothing." He shook his head. "Something unimportant."

“……” She didn’t believe it.

But he didn't want to say it, so she didn't ask.

So the topic returned to the piano.

She thought about it and was a little puzzled: "It's amazing that there is such a thing as a zither in this cultivation world where the strong are respected."

"Why is it so magical?" He was amazed by her words.

She began to explain to him: "Look, there are many people in this world who don't even eat in order to practice. How can they have the leisure to engage in music, chess, calligraphy and painting? These things can't improve cultivation, can't be used as weapons, and are not necessities of life. Why do we have to invent them?"

Mo Xinglan was stunned for a moment after hearing this, raised his hand and tapped her forehead, saying unhappily: "Why are you so stupid now?"

"Stupid, stupid?" Wasn't she asking the wrong question?

After Mo Xinglan's explanation, she finally understood. It turned out that those arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting that she thought were useless to cultivators sometimes had to be discussed separately.

For example, a zither can sometimes be a spiritual weapon that can be used to kill people. It depends on how the practitioner uses it and whether he knows how to use it.

For example, the Phantom Sound Bell was also a spiritual weapon, and was used by Mo Hengsong to control people's minds. It was really scary.

Another obvious example is Zhuo Hua. He is just a painting of a beauty painted by Mu Qiqi thousands of years ago, but now he has become a demon, right?

Therefore, anything you see in this world could be a spiritual tool, or could be used as a weapon.

Chujiu realized this and felt like a fool. She actually asked such an obvious question.

It's really hard for Xingxing to explain to her so patiently.

At this moment, she wished she could find a crack to crawl into.

Afterwards, Chujiu forcedly changed the subject, saying that he wanted to hear him play a few more songs, trying to use this method to make him forget the stupidity he had just done.

Mo Xinglan saw through it but didn't say anything. He actually listened to her playing the piano, but the prerequisite was that she had to practice calligraphy well.

So then, one person sat on the couch in the room playing the piano, and another sat at the desk practicing calligraphy, and it seemed as if life was peaceful and quiet.

October in the Demon Realm was covered with snow just like in previous years, and everywhere was covered with snow as if it was a white quilt.

On a dark night, the girl sat on a stool beside the stone table in the yard, propping her head up, staring at the lanterns hanging under the eaves on the corridor not far away.

The gentle light from the white glass lamp on the table fell on the girl's flawless face, showing her soft outline to the fullest, like a little elf in this winter night.

A quarter of an hour ago, Xingxing said he was going to get something and asked her to wait here.

She was worried about his health and originally wanted to go get it herself, or ask Fang Hao and others to get it, but he insisted on going by himself.

Otherwise there will be no surprise.

Of course she was full of curiosity when she heard the surprise, and with his coaxing, she naturally waited here obediently.

I'm worried that he might faint halfway through the walk, so I'd better go and check it out.

Just as I was about to get up, I heard his voice.

"Jiu'er."

Hearing the sound, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked over, and was immediately stunned.

I saw him walking towards me step by step, holding a cake with candles on it in his hands.

In a trance, he seemed to come with his hands full of stars.

Her lips trembled and for a moment she didn't react why he came over with the cake.

Just as I was about to speak, I heard a familiar song coming out of his mouth.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

His voice is gentle, doting and soul-stirring, making people feel refreshed and want to indulge in it. His already beautiful voice makes people even more addicted to it when he sings this song.

After singing the song, he came to the table and put the cake on it.

"Jiu'er, happy seventeenth birthday."

This word awakened the dazed person. Chujiu came back to his senses, looked at the birthday cake on the table, and then looked at him.

She asked why he was acting so mysterious today, and it turned out that he was preparing a birthday cake for her.

I didn't expect that he still remembered the birthday song that I had taught him when I had nothing to do.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the cake again.

This year’s cake is different from last year’s. Although the size is still the same, the style and items on it are different.

Who would have thought that this black-hearted monster, who used to be obsessed with improving his cultivation for revenge and didn't even understand matters between men and women, now has so many tricks to please girls.

It is said that children's personalities will be more or less similar to their parents. But from his memory, he did not find that his mother had these characteristics. Could it be that she inherited them from his father?

It's just that she had forgotten that today was her birthday, but he still remembered it. He did the same last year.

Obviously with injuries...

Yes, wasn’t it the same last year?

A year has passed in the blink of an eye. So many things have happened in this year. Looking back, it seems a little unreal, but the joy, anger, sorrow, happiness and pain are indeed real.

"Jiu'er?"

Mo Xinglan saw her staring at the cake in a daze with a melancholy look on her face. He called out to her with some concern.

I secretly suspected that she might be missing home and her parents in another world?

Thinking of this, his heart trembled and his eyes dimmed slightly.

Chujiu came back to his senses, pulled the corner of his mouth, annoyed and distressed, and couldn't help nagging: "I was wondering why you were so mysterious today, it turns out you were making cakes. Your body is in this condition, and you still have to deal with the wedding. Why are you tinkering with this instead of taking a good rest?"

"I'm in good health today." He smiled slightly, as if reporting.

Chujiu took a deep breath and exhaled helplessly: "Why would you make such a fuss just because you are safe? Besides, I forgot about it myself. It's not a big deal, but you remember it clearly."

"How can your birthday not be a big deal? How could I forget it?" He said seriously, pausing to look at the cake, "If you don't blow out the candles, they'll burn out soon."

"..."

Following his words, she looked at the cake with a helpless sigh, clasped her hands together, made a wish, and blew out the candles.

I hope Xingxing gets better soon and I hope Xingxing suffers less pain.

Although she was angry that he made the cake for her while he was injured, she still ate the cake bit by bit with a warm heart.

This time Mo Xinglan actually ate a small piece.

He ate very slowly, bit by bit as if he was savoring the food, but his face was pale and beads of sweat dotted his forehead, and for a moment he seemed to be enduring the pain in his body.

Chujiu finished eating the cake, and Mo Xinglan had just finished eating the food on his plate.

Chujiu wiped her mouth with her hand, looked up at him, a hint of heartache flashed in her eyes.

Then she moved a stool to his side, pulled his sleeve and gently wiped the sweat off his forehead, half-jokingly saying, "Xingxing, how come you're sweating while eating a cake? You're such a delicate beauty."

She laughed mischievously and pinched his face gently.

Mo Xinglan frowned. Seeing her frivolous look, he was almost amused. He grabbed the disobedient hand and said, "You are getting bolder and bolder."

She chuckled smugly, moved closer to him, and used the other hand that was not held by him to slowly stir up a strand of hair on his chest, and said with a teasing smile: "This is not a matter of courage, but a beauty can't help herself when she is in someone else's house."

As it spoke, the hand that was ruffling his hair was intentionally or unintentionally drawing circles on his chest.

"..."

Mo Xinglan lowered his eyes and glanced at the little hand. It was drawing circles on his chest, making him feel itchy. An impulse gradually rose with this feeling, but he had to suppress it.

He took a deep breath and exhaled, and when he looked at her again, her blood-red eyes were filled with a deep gaze, as if they contained some kind of temptation that would make him fall into it with just one glance.

Her lips parted slightly, her voice was as gentle and pleasant as the gurgling of a stream, and even unintentionally carried a hint of charm: "Are you sure you want to continue?"

Chujiu was stunned to realize that he had played too much. He coughed and quickly withdrew his hand and tried to sit down again. He avoided her gaze and stammered, "It's a bit cold today. Let's go inside quickly, haha. Go inside, go inside."

He laughed and quickly stood up, called Shi Yuan to clean the table, and bent down to help Mo Xinglan.

Mo Xinglan looked at her without saying anything. After a long while, he sighed and slowly lowered his eyes.

If she wasn't injured, he would never let her go so easily.

After returning to the room and washing up, neither of them rushed to bed, but sat on the bed and chatted.

Chujiu was looking at Mo Xinglan expectantly at this moment: "Xingxing, I want to hear you sing."

"Didn't I sing before?" Mo Xinglan lowered his eyes and looked at the book in his hands while answering her.

If he remembered correctly, she had asked him to sing on her birthday last year. Was this a hurdle that he couldn't get over?

"But I want to hear you sing other songs." She blinked her big eyes.

Seeing that he was staring at the book without even looking at her, she felt a little angry. She took a deep breath but still held it in, and said aggrievedly: "Xingxing, please sing a song, I like to listen."