Master is a white moonlight

After the maid left, Mo Yu stepped forward again.This time, the distance between the two of them was completely shortened to within a millimeter.

Mo Yu pinched the handkerchief with her fingertips, leaned slightly, and made a gesture to wipe the sweat from Leng Yiluo's forehead.

"This... I'll do it myself." Leng Yizhen looked at Mo Yu, and his speech became hesitant.

As soon as the words fell, before Mo Yu could answer, Leng Yijiao raised his hand to get the handkerchief in Mo Yu's hand.

Leng Yizhen intended to hold a handkerchief, but accidentally touched Mo Yu's finger.

With this touch, the coolness of the opponent's fingertips instantly touched Leng Yizhen's senses.

Leng Yizhen was taken aback for a moment, and then abruptly withdrew his hand.

Mo Yu remained silent, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.Holding the corner of the handkerchief with her fingertips, she gently wiped the thin beads of sweat on Leng Yizhen's forehead.

That being the case, Leng Yizhen couldn't refuse anymore.She had no choice but to sit obediently on the chair, and let Mo Yu wipe her sweat gently.

Leng Yizhen sat motionless on the chair, her heart beating faster and faster.

I didn't dare to look at Mo Yu, but I couldn't help myself wanting to look into Mo Yu's eyes.

Mo Yu's amber pupils were intended to be cold, but at this moment, because of the heartache Leng Yiyi, they were tinged with a trace of tenderness.

Just this trace of tenderness is very similar to the way Shen Han treats Leng Yijiao on weekdays, making Leng Yijiao forget where he is.

"Master." Leng Yijiao looked up at Mo Yu and whispered involuntarily.

He clearly knew that this person was not the master's, but Leng Yizhen couldn't control himself.

As soon as these words came out, the movements of Mo Yu's hands froze instantly.

The white silk handkerchief slipped from Mo Yu's fingertips, and finally fell to the ground.

Mo Yu immediately came back to her senses, bent down to pick up the handkerchief on the ground, and sat down on the chair beside her.

"Boss Mo." Leng Yizhen looked at Mo Yu, frowned slightly, "You really don't know Shen Han?"

Mo Yu picked up a lychee, lowered her head slightly, and slowly peeled the cracked shell of the lychee.

"Doctor Leng, this is the second time you are asking me."

"I'm sorry, Boss Mo."

Leng Yizhen lowered her head, knowing that she shouldn't always ask others like this, it seemed that she was out of manners, but she just couldn't control herself.

"It's okay."

Mo Yu smiled, the shell of the lychee in her hand had been completely peeled off, revealing a snow-white and plump fruit.

Raising his hand, Mo Yu instinctively sent the peeled lychees to Leng Yizhen.

Leng Yijiao looked at Mo Yu's hand stretched out to him, neither to greet nor to retreat, so he could only keep his original shape and stay there, motionless.

Seeing this, Mo Yu stopped with one hand in mid-air.After pausing for a few seconds, he put the pulp in the empty and clean plate on the table.

Then he picked up another lychee and continued to peel it.

"Doctor Leng, do you like to eat lychees?" Mo Yu pushed the plate with lychee pulp in front of Leng Yijiao, and asked softly.

"I like it." Leng Yizhen nodded honestly.

"Eat more if you like it." Mo Yu raised his head to look at Leng Yizhen, with a slight smile on his lips.

"Thank you, Boss Mo."

Leng Yijiao thanked her, and picked up a snow-white lychee with her fingertips and put it into her mouth.

The lychee in the mouth is extremely sweet and has a hint of coldness, which really cools the mouth.In this season and the weather, it is very comfortable to eat in your mouth.

"Actually, if Dr. Leng comes again next time, he can take a rickshaw." Mo Yu looked at Leng Yijiao's tanned cheeks, still heartbroken, "It's really a pain to walk here all day."

"I left in a hurry, I forgot." Leng Yizhen smiled awkwardly.

As soon as Leng Yizhen slipped out of the Customs House, he rushed towards the Mo family mansion.I have completely forgotten that there is such a means of transportation as rickshaws in this space.

The Mo family's mansion is not too far away, and it takes about 10 minutes to walk.It's just that Leng Yizhen had slipped out, so he was so nervous that he forgot about it.

The two were chatting, Mo Yu was peeling the lychees, and Leng Yijiao was eating the lychees.

One after another, Leng Yijiao ate nearly twenty lychees in a row.

I am really embarrassed to eat any more, and Leng Yizhen, who was born as a doctor, has always adhered to a rule: eating too much, too fast, or too greedy.

If you eat like this, it will cause a great burden on the spleen and stomach.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Mo Yu looked at the half of the lychees left, then looked up at Leng Yijiao, and asked.

Leng Yijiao also looked at the remaining lychees, then looked up at Mo Yu and replied, "Well, I won't eat it."

"Come on, wipe your mouth." Mo Yu said, took out her handkerchief, and handed it to Leng Yijiao.

Leng Yizhen quickly waved his hand at Mo Yu, and while speaking, he quickly took out a handkerchief, "Thank you, Boss Mo, I will do it myself."

Mo Yu didn't answer, and took back her handkerchief. Although the smile on the corner of her mouth was a little stiff, it still hung on.

Leng Yijiao suddenly remembered the purpose of his trip, and quickly got up, holding the kraft paper bag that had been placed on the chair beside him before turning around and walking towards Mo Yu.

"Thank you, Boss Mo, here are your handkerchief and clothes." Leng Yizhen said, and sent the paper bag to Mo Yu, "I have already washed it."

"Doctor Leng is too out of touch, just clothes and handkerchief." Mo Yu smiled and took the paper bag that Leng Yizhen handed to him, and put it on the chair beside him.

"What's Boss Mo's favorite song?" Leng Yijiao asked suddenly.

Leng Yizhen wanted to know more about Mo Yu, so that they could be more familiar with each other.Let's not talk about whether Mo Yu is willing to hand over his beloved to Leng Yiluo, at least they must first become friends and confidants.

Although Mo Yu didn't know why Leng Yijiao suddenly asked himself this way, he couldn't hide the joy in his heart, but Mo Yu didn't want to hide it anymore, so he replied with a smile, "The favorite is naturally "The West Chamber."

Leng Yizhen didn't know much about Kunqu opera, only a little superficial understanding.This little superficiality is obtained in the extracurricular extension of high school Chinese.

Of course, Leng Yijiao knew about "The Romance of the West Chamber", but he had never listened to it in its entirety.

The only discount I've ever heard was the last time Mo Yu sang in a restaurant.

"Doctor Leng, do you want to listen to it again?" Mo Yu looked at Leng Yijiao intently, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Is it possible?" Leng Yizhen widened her already round almond eyes, and fluttered her eyelashes.

"Naturally." Mo Yu stood up as he spoke, and slightly bowed to Leng Yizhen, "Let me go back to my room to get a folding fan."

"Then there will be Boss Lao Mo." Leng Yizhen also stood up, and slightly bowed to Mo Yu to salute, "I really have a lucky ear today."

"Award."

Mo Yu smiled, turned around and walked towards the threshold of the hall.

After a while, Mo Yu brought a folding fan from her room.

This folding fan was given to Mo Yu by the elder when he first learned opera.Over the years, Mo Yu has been taking good care of her by her side.

The old man inscribed a few lines on this white bone fan. These lines are a part of the libretto in "The Romance of the West Chamber".Giving it to Mo Yu means praise and affirmation of his talent and learning.

[The golden sword hides the autumn water, the horse is full of spring sorrow and the embroidered saddle]

[Ninety thousand miles on the cloud road, 20 years on the snow window and firefly]

Back then, Mo Yu became famous with "The Romance of the West Chamber".Like a "single fire starting a prairie fire", it became popular all over the entire Pingjing city in an instant.

In the front hall, Mo Yu stood beside the screen in a light pink cheongsam, holding a white bone fan in his hand.

Slightly lowered eyebrows, slightly parted red lips.The tone of the export is mild and delicate, which is intriguing.

"The fall of red is in formation, and the wind is blowing tens of thousands of points to worry about people. The pond is dreaming, and the spring is farewell on the threshold."

Mo Yu lowered her head and chanted softly, her pair of phoenix eyes raised slightly.The tear mole at the end of his left eye seemed to have affection, and he looked at Leng Yizhen affectionately.

"Butterfly powder lightly touches the flying catkins and snow, and the fragrance of swallow mud provokes falling flower dust. The mood of spring is short and the willow silk is long, and the flowers are shaded and people are far away from the sky. The fragrance eliminates the gold powder of the Six Dynasties, and clears the spirit of Sanchu...... ...."

Leng Yizhen sat on the chair, staring at Mo Yu with a pair of apricot eyes, reluctant to blink.

At this moment, Leng Yijiao really realized why those princes and nobles were so obsessed with the people in the opera.

The face, posture, and singing of this person in front of him are all inverting all living beings.

Leng Yijiao adjusted his sitting posture, resting his cheek with one hand and touching the table with his fingertips.Following the libretto in Mo Yu's mouth, she tapped her fingertips rhythmically.

Before the first discount was won, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door.

Hearing the sound, Mo Yu put away the folding fan in his hand, turned to look at the door, and Leng Yizhen also looked up at the door.

Adjutant Zhang appeared at the door in a white military uniform, with a maid standing beside him.

"Boss Mo, Adjutant Zhang is here." The maid bowed slightly to Mo Yu.

"Boss Mo, Doctor Leng." Adjutant Zhang looked at the two of them one by one, politely without losing his dignity, and finally set his eyes on Leng Yijiao.

"Doctor Leng, you can go back home immediately after the chief invites you. There is something important to do." Adjutant Zhang said in a deep voice with no expression on his face.

Leng Yizhen stood up immediately, turned to look at Mo Yu, and said apologetically, "Boss Mo, I have to go first."

There was still a slight smile on the corner of Mo Yu's mouth, but this smile was somewhat forced. Looking at Leng Yizhen, she said softly, "Doctor Leng, go slowly."

Leng Yizhen got up and walked towards the door, but when he reached the threshold, he stopped suddenly.

"Boss Mo." Leng Yizhen turned around and looked at Mo Yu who was still standing there, "I haven't finished listening to "The Romance of the West Chamber". I'll continue listening when I'm free, okay?"

Mo Yu's mouth suddenly burst into a beautiful smile, she nodded and said, "Of course, I'll wait for Doctor Leng."

Mo Yu put the folding fan in his hand on the table after Leng Yijiao's figure walked away until he completely disappeared from sight.

Sitting at the table, Mo Yu picked up a peeled lychee with her right fingertips and put it into her mouth.

Mo Yu didn't like to eat lychees at first, but just now when he saw the man eating so happily, he also ate one.

The sweetness and refreshing taste of the entrance, accompanied by a hint of coldness, spread across the entire lips and teeth in an instant.

The chilled lychees really taste better, and Mo Yu couldn't resist eating another one.