The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

Everyone hurriedly lowered their heads to eat their food, knowing that Mo Yan would not answer if asked, but their hearts were filled with curiosity.

The hawk was shut out in the cold wind and screamed in dissatisfaction, its voice shriller than ever.

Mo Yan turned a deaf ear and silently picked up the food. If she could understand bird language, she was sure the guy was yelling at her.

The little flowers were also a little irritated by the noise of the hawk, and they took turns running to the door and growling threatening sounds.

But since the falcon came to Mo's house, he often bullied them because of his ability to fly. He was not afraid of their threat at all, and instead sang more happily outside.

Watching them compete, the others continued to eat in silence. A lovely dinner was ruined by a flat-haired beast.

After eating, the first thing Mo Yan did when she opened the door was to catch Mao Mao, who was caught off guard, back to her yard. Opening the mailbox on its leg, I saw a letter stuffed inside.

Mo Yan hesitated for a moment, but took it out, and threw the falcon to the three beasts who had been eyeing it for a long time.

As soon as Dabai was up and down, he pounced on the ground as the falcon was about to escape. It hit Maomao's wings heavily with its feet and bit off a piece of hair. After hearing its shrill scream, it threw it to Xiaohua with satisfaction.

Xiaohua also followed the same example by biting off a mouthful of hair and passing it to the hair ball.

Hairball may have felt that his mouth was relatively small, so he took two bites before mercifully letting the hawk go.

The poor falcon, with these four big bites, the originally smooth and plump feathers became in pieces, and a piece of baldness was directly found at the tail. At this time, it was hiding under the eaves, arranging its messy feathers. From time to time, it raised its head and looked towards the distant north, making a miserable cry.

Mo Yan focused all his attention on the letter, not caring about how it was repaired!

Seeing the restrained and sometimes domineering handwriting on the letter, Mo Yan couldn't help but admire the "good words", but when she saw the title at the beginning, a suspicious blush slowly spread across her cheeks.

There are only two words in the title: Yan'er!

It was a slightly affectionate name that only Mo Qingze had ever used. Others either call her "Yan Yatou" or "Little Boss".

He didn't feel it when he was called by his father, but being called like that by another man who could only be called a friend made Mo Yan feel inexplicably shy.

Sensing that something was wrong with her mood, Mo Yan quickly patted her hot face, calmed down and continued reading.

But when he looked at a piece of paper full of writing, with the same sentence and seven words written repeatedly from beginning to end, Mo Yan just wanted to curse harshly - Damn it!

Why don't you write to me?

Why don't you write to me?

Why don't you write to me?

…

Why don't you write to me?

Nine-nine-eighty-one, seven words repeated eighty-one times!

Mo Yan lay on the table unable to complain. When she realized what she was doing, she even counted them stupidly. She couldn't help but slap her forehead: She was cursed by these seven words, absolutely!

But should she reply? What to do? This is really a headache!

After Maomao finished preening her feathers, she vented her joy and flew back in again.

He was about to fall on Mo Yan's head, but thinking that she might be thrown to three cruel guys again, he flew to the end of the table to stand still, and shouted in a moderate voice, asking her to hurry up. Give it your written letter.

Mo Yan was still debating whether to reply to the letter. When she heard its cry, she waved her hand impatiently: "Get out quickly, the letter hasn't been written yet!"

Maomao secretly drank the spiritual spring water that Mo Yan fed to Da Hong Zao, which opened her up to some spiritual wisdom. When she heard that the letter had not been written yet, she understood that she would not write it.

He wanted to peck her hand to urge her to write quickly, but when he thought of those bitten feathers, he didn't dare to step forward, so he had no choice but to flutter his big wings out of the small courtyard and fly towards the far north to find his owner... ...Complain!

Mo Yan, who was about to reply, didn't know that the eagle had flown away earlier, so when she received another sentence the next night, the same seven-word "Why didn't you reply to me" repeated eighty-one times, she Everyone is feeling bad...