"I won't," Zhang Yan affirmed.
Mu Anxiao looked up at Zhang Yan. "I'm not talking about you now, but you at this time."
Zhang Yan smiled helplessly. "These two are both me. The way you put it, it's as if I and I have no relation." He paused, his expression suddenly stiffening. "Wait, could it be that you're that Yin Cha?"
"What do you mean?" Mu Anxiao asked.
Zhang Yan thought for a moment. "That year, I remember I received a young Yin Cha, he always wore a black hat, and you..."
Before he could finish, Mu Anxiao waved her hand in front of her, and her clothes transformed into a black robe.
Zhang Yan's mouth hung open, stunned for a few seconds. "It's you," he said, pointing at Mu Anxiao.
"Then, if that's the case," Feng Qishi glanced at Mu Anxiao beside him, "you would have agreed, as she said."
Zhang Yan closed his mouth.
Feng Qishi smiled faintly.
Then, Mu Anxiao looked to both sides and said, "You, grab his arm, and let him cast his spell to take you along." xxs壹贰
"Mu Shazi, calling me that makes our relationship seem too distant," Feng Qishi said, feigning disappointment.
"No," Mu Anxiao looked up at Feng Qishi, taking a breath. "Why are you saying so much today... Are you afraid I'll forget you here?"
"Am I talking a lot?" Feng Qishi pointed to himself.
Mu Anxiao tilted her head. "What do you think?"
Feng Qishi turned his head slightly. "How come I don't think I'm talking a lot?"
Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng Qishi, then at Zhang Yan. "Take him along." With that, she turned and disappeared.
"She's gone already," Feng Qishi said in surprise.
Zhang Yan took the initiative to grab Feng Qishi's arm. "Let's go, we'll keep up."
"You're still the best," Feng Qishi smiled shyly.
"Little brother, I won't abandon you, don't look at me like that," Zhang Yan said, his expression stiffening. "It's quite strange."
"Alright," Feng Qishi agreed and immediately reverted to his previous flippant demeanor.
"Let's go," Zhang Yan said. Before Feng Qishi could reply, he cast his spell and vanished by the roadside.
In the blink of an eye, they arrived outside the courtyard.
"You two are too slow," Mu Anxiao turned and said to Feng Qishi and Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan glanced at Feng Qishi. "We took a look at the scenery along the way, which caused a delay. Sorry."
"Don't say it, our development here is really fast. It was one way a few years ago, and now it's another," Feng Qishi said excitedly.
Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng Qishi and Zhang Yan. "I don't understand a single word you two are saying. I'm going in now." She pointed inside the courtyard.
"Go ahead, we'll follow," Feng Qishi tilted his chin.
Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng Qishi and walked in without a word.
Feng Qishi smiled at Zhang Yan. "Let's go, old brother."
"Let's go," Zhang Yan nodded and walked ahead of Feng Qishi.
Reaching the door of the room, Mu Anxiao looked at the bright window, her heart sinking. She glanced at Zhang Yan beside her, then walked straight through the door.
At this moment, the past Zhang Yan was sitting by the sofa, hunched over and crying.
Mu Anxiao looked at the past Zhang Yan's appearance and sighed. "If you're sad, go see him tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, the past Zhang Yan slowly raised his face and looked at the Mu Anxiao in black clothes and a black hat. "Who are you?"
"I've come from a very distant place, just like you. In other words, I'm a Yin Cha reporting for duty here." As she spoke, Mu Anxiao took out the token Black Feng had given her.
The past Zhang Yan wiped his tears away casually, walked forward, and peered at the token. "What are you doing here?"
"I followed the scent. You are from above, and also from..."
The past Zhang Yan clearly didn't want to hear Mu Anxiao continue, so he raised his hand. "Stop. What do you need from me?"
"I've just arrived and haven't reported yet. I hope you can take me in," Mu Anxiao said frankly.
The past Zhang Yan breathed a sigh of relief. "Is that all? Alright, you can sleep here." He pointed to the sofa.
"Thank you."
"Rest now, I'm going in." The past Zhang Yan didn't have much to say to Mu Anxiao, stood up, and went into the room.
Mu Anxiao called out, "I'll be leaving first thing tomorrow."
The past Zhang Yan did not reply and closed the door.
Feng Qishi looked at the closed door. "No wonder your memory isn't clear. You told her frankly, it was just..." He glanced at Mu Anxiao, her face obscured by her hat. "just a brief encounter."
"Let's rest," Zhang Yan patted Feng Qishi's shoulder.
"Alright, this is better than sleeping on the streets," Feng Qishi smiled.
Mu Anxiao lay down on the sofa.
Zhang Yan sighed, and he and Feng Qishi settled down on the floor.
In the early morning, Mu Anxiao and the other two got up very early.
"Let's go," Feng Qishi said, looking at the bright sky outside the window.
Mu Anxiao glanced at the still-closed door and lowered her eyelids.
Zhang Yan said, "I remember that day, I slept for a long time. When I woke up the next day, I didn't remember receiving you."
"Since you don't remember, let's go," Mu Anxiao said, withdrawing her gaze from the door and stepping through the wall to leave.
Feng Qishi chuckled as he looked at the wall. "This feeling of passing through walls isn't bad."
"You're so silly," Zhang Yan said, passing through the wall first.
Outside, Mu Anxiao looked around and then cast a spell of invisibility, her clothes changing back to the tracksuit she had worn earlier.
Feng Qishi emerged and looked at Mu Anxiao in surprise. "Why did you reappear?"
"To eat."
"You're not human, you owe a meal, it shouldn't matter, right?" Feng Qishi said helplessly.
"Eating breakfast is a habit I've had for many years, I can't change it," Mu Anxiao said.
Feng Qishi shrugged, took out a packet of biscuits from his pocket, and began to eat.
"Give me a piece," Zhang Yan extended his hand.
"Here," Feng Qishi handed Zhang Yan a piece.
Mu Anxiao looked at their brotherly affection, curled her lips, and turned away, walking ahead.
More than ten minutes later, Mu Anxiao stopped in front of a steamed bun shop. Feng Qishi looked around. "Can I see myself?"
"No," Zhang Yan shook his head.
"Why?" Feng Qishi asked.
Zhang Yan smiled. "Are you really silly or pretending to be? It's holiday time now. By rights, you shouldn't be appearing... here." He pointed to the ground.
Feng Qishi nodded, then looked up ahead and saw himself standing next to Mu Anxiao. He immediately shut his mouth.
Zhang Yan's heart skipped a beat. "You don't remember seeing her?"
Feng Qishi dodged his gaze slightly. "No."
"That's true. Who's clear-headed in the morning? You must have been like that too," Zhang Yan said, his gaze fixing on the younger Feng Qishi.