Feng Qishi came back to his senses and said, "No, your idea is indeed good."
"Me?" Lin Yan pointed to himself, looking wronged, "Well, didn't you want to be with me?"
Feng Qishi turned to look at Lin Yan, "You're too restless when you sleep at night."
"I didn't..."
"It's been eight months, and still nothing?" Mu Anxiao interrupted.
Hearing this, Lin Yan once again shifted his gaze to Mu Anxiao's face, "You jinx, can you say one less word?"
"Who are you calling a jinx?" Mu Anxiao widened his eyes.
"You!"
Mu Anxiao got angry, "I'm not."
"You still say you're not a jinx. Ever since you came to us, all those beggars have left. You, you... no," Lin Yan walked up to Mu Anxiao, "You're a jinx."
After a year, every beggar knew Lin Yan's overbearing demeanor. The beggars who had left before would have a big argument with him before they left. Now he was completely blaming Mu Anxiao for his own problems.
How could Mu Anxiao tolerate this?
"Those people left because of you, what does it have to do with me?" Mu Anxiao retorted.
"Because of you, they all said you were taking up space."
"That reason is really far-fetched."
"It's all because of you, you're a jinx."
"I'm a jinx, Lin Yan, you can talk nonsense with your eyes open. I really can't stand you anymore. If you have the guts, come out with me." Mu Anxiao rolled up his sleeves and pointed outside the dilapidated temple.
Lin Yan, "I'm not fighting with you weakling."
Mu Anxiao sneered, "I think you just talk a lot and can't fight. You're afraid I'll beat you to death!"
"I'm afraid of you," Lin Yan turned his face away and laughed disdainfully twice, then looked at Mu Anxiao arrogantly, "Let's go, let's see who can beat whom."
"Let's go," Mu Anxiao spat out a word, pushed Lin Yan aside, and walked ahead.
Lin Yan snorted coldly, turned, and followed Mu Anxiao.
Feng Qishi sighed.
Zeng asked, "Who do you think will win?"
"It's obvious," Feng Qishi said.
Zeng guessed, "Lin Yan?"
Feng Qishi gave a dry laugh.
Chen put on her shoes, stood up, and said, "It's obvious, it's Mu Anxiao." As she spoke, she squeezed past the beggars, eager to watch the excitement, and ran out.
Originally, the beggars had no intention of watching the excitement, but after Chen left, they all turned and ran away.
Feng Qishi sighed again, got out of bed, and looked at Zeng, "Are you waiting for me?"
"Mm," Zeng nodded.
Feng Qishi smiled faintly.
A quarter of an hour later...
Mu Anxiao clapped the dust off his hands, walked forward, and stepped on Lin Yan's arm, asking, "Are you convinced?"
Lin Yan lay on the ground with a bruised and swollen face, looking sideways at Mu Anxiao's foot, "You... brute."
"I'm a brute, and you're not even as good as a brute," Mu Anxiao moved his foot away, squatted down, and patted Lin Yan's forehead twice.
Lin Yan pouted, "You hit me again." As he spoke, he started crying.
Chen saw this, walked forward gracefully, looked down at Lin Yan's face, and smiled, "I thought you were so tough, but you're just like this after all."
The moment Chen spoke, Lin Yan lost face and raised his hand to cover it.
Chen laughed.
Mu Anxiao snorted lightly, stood up, and looked at the onlookers, "Alright, everyone should get back to work."
After Mu Anxiao said this, the beggars dispersed.
Soon, they left the dilapidated temple.
Only Lin Yan remained in the dilapidated temple, injured.