Xiaolu said, “Could something have gone wrong in the delivery process?”

Yan w.a.n.gchuan and Yu Lanjie also walked over and heard their dialogue.

Yan w.a.n.gchuan recalled Weiwei's weird smile just now and said, “Would someone place obstacles in the way? I did not know that Xiaolongnv was going to take part in that reality show. Aside from Grandma, Big Brother Kun, Xiaolu, Lanlan, and Weiwei, does anyone else know about it?”

Long Xi shook her head and said, “I only told those people, the rest of the cla.s.s should not know about it.”

Yu Lanjie suddenly had a bad thought and said sadly, “Could it be Weiwei who told Man Shahua? Didn't they have a good time before? And they still live in the same dormitory.”

Long Xi said, “No, no way!”

Mo Kun said, “Wait for me. I'll check it out.”

He walked out of the auditorium and searched Weiwei's memory via the high-intelligent chip in her brain.

Long Xi and Xiaolu also walked out of the auditorium and saw that Mo Kun seemed to be meditating.

After a while, Mo Kun, who was as calm as an old monk, opened his mouth to speak. It was the last thing that Long Xi wanted to hear.

Mo Kun said, “It was Weiwei who told Man Shahua, and Man Shahua used her connections to destroy Long Xi's work and then sent it to France.”

Xiaolu asked, “Did Weiwei do it unintentionally or intentionally? Does she know the consequences of doing so?”

Mo Kun said, “She did it deliberately, she already knows the consequences! And after knowing the consequences, she has no guilt at all and went to the bar with Man Shahua to celebrate!”

Yu Lanjie said angrily, “How could Weiwei do this? She's really changed. I don't even know her anymore!”

Long Xi shook her head sadly. Could someone who used to be very familiar before really change beyond all recognition? Was this the so-called most familiar stranger?

Long Xi suddenly felt a little down-hearted. The friends.h.i.+p had already gone. Was it already meaningless, no matter how hard she tried to retain it?

She sighed and said, “I'm sleepy. I want to go back.”

Mo Kun said, “I'll send you back.”

Long Xi nodded her head, feeling disturbed and depressed, sad and regretful. From now on, would there always be an unbridgeable gap between her and Weiwei? Was this friends.h.i.+p really unable to go back to how it was?

On the way back, Long Xi kept silent and looked at the night scene out of the window.

The streets were still busy, with automobiles in an endless stream and flas.h.i.+ng neon lights.

Her charming face was reflected in the car window, which was as beautiful as a painting, attracting the attention of Lord Mo Kun, who was driving. So he flipped the wrong turn signal several times.

Knowing that she felt sad, Mo Kun was tactful not to disturb her. He just played several lyrical English songs over and over again, letting her gradually calm down through the songs.

When getting out of the car, Mo Kun felt that the evening breeze was a little cold. So he carefully took off his coat and put it around Long Xi.

As Long Xi felt a little warmth, she snuggled up to him and they walked home together.

When she walked downstairs, she suddenly stopped and said, “It doesn't matter! I just want to give it a try and see if my work can be shortlisted. I'm still a student. Even if I pa.s.s the open audition, I can't ask the school to give me such a long time off to attend a reality show in France!”

Mo Kun smiled and said, “Are you worried that I will deal with Weiwei? Rest a.s.sured, although I hate evil like an enemy, she is not irredeemably evil. I have no intention of doing something yet.”

Long Xi said, “I'm fine, really! After the college entrance examination next year, I'll sign up for the open audition of French Fengyun women's wear. Actually, I'm better at designing women's clothes than men's clothes.”

Mo Kun laughed and said, “At that time, I'll fly to France in person and hand-deliver your work to the staff there.”

Long Xi smiled faintly and threw herself into his warm arms.

Lord Mo Kun laughed and said, “Actually, I wrote you a prose poem! Would you like to hear it?”

Long Xi said, “Haha, I want to hear your poetry reading!”

Lord Mo Kun read in his melodious voice with affection: “Wearing a silver mask, and wearing a black cape, I walk on the edge of life and death, love and pain. On my left, it's the sun slowly rising from the east, on my right is the endless night. To the left is the brilliant hope like sunflowers, to the right is the gloomy melancholy like lilacs. On the left is the celestial music playing ethereally, on the right is horror crying and wailing. Being so confused, I don't know where to go. Suddenly, two flashes of sunlight gently touch my face. I look up and see angels singing in the clouds, on the Rainbow Bridge. The two beams of suns.h.i.+ne are from angels' clear eyes. It's the sounds of nature, so fascinating. The angels sing: Lost lamb, please allow me to stay in your heart. Lost people, please allow me to guard your heart. Angels are as far away as the stars in the sky, as s.h.i.+ning as the diamonds on the ground. I sing: Angel, please live in my heart. Please show me the way when I am lost. I will put my feelings into a balloon and throw them into your arms, which are as broad as the sky. Otherwise, I will cast them into a submarine and dive it into your mind, which is as vast as the ocean. The angel smiled without words. But I seemed to hear the voice of her heart blooming with joy.”

After listening, the depression in Long Xi's mind was lifted. And she said with a smile, “How long the poem is! You can write a poem like this, it's really not like you grew up in a foreign country from childhood!”

Mo Kun smiled and said, “I have another poem here, take a look!”

He took out a triangular maple leaf from his pocket, and there was poetry written in printed form on it. The name of the poetry was Stroll Around the Moon Palace. “Don't send the spring back, let ties of love not be found. The delicate singing of orioles has great affection, swallows presenting a spring dance in the breeze. Looking down the endless road from the small building, how much of a gloomy mood could the drizzle weave? I want to leave spring just for a solemn pledge of love, let's return together to be a loving couple.”

Long Xi was surprised and said, “Is this the triangle maple leaf you picked from the back hill? How did you print this poem on it?”

Mo Kun laughed and said, “Haha, I printed the red autumnal leaf and the poem with 3D printing technology. Red autumnal leaves could give expression to my love!”

Long Xi said somewhat incredibly, “The poem has lasting appeal. Did you really write it?”

Mo Kun said, “Actually, strictly speaking, it was written by a small piece of software I invented. All I have to do is type in a few keywords, such as the solemn pledge of love, be a loving couple, spring, love, with the name of the poem Stroll Around the Moon Palace, and then the software will automatically generate a very rhyming and artistic poem, more useful than the human brain.”

Long Xi was somewhat unconvinced and said, “Who says that? The human brain is certainly more useful. I can write a poem called Stroll Around the Moon Palace right away, which is like yours. Listen carefully: The spring scenery is pleasantly warm, touching, sentimental attaching. The dawn and dusk share the same honor or disgrace. The delicate singing of orioles has great affection, a couple of swallows dance in the breeze. Looking down the endless road in the old days, how much gloomy mood could the drizzle weave? Without ever forgetting the solemn pledge of love, let's be a loving couple tonight. How about that?”

Lord Mo Kun gave a thumbs-up gesture and said, “You are better than the computer! It took 10 minutes!”

Long Xi smiled and said, “But your software is quite interesting. It seems to give the software human temperature! I think it can be promoted as a new product of our company!”

Mo Kun laughed and said, “I had the same idea! It seems that the two of us, the president and vice-president, have similar views! Well, are you feeling better now?”

Long Xi smiled and kissed him on the face, saying, “Much better!”

In a twinkling, it was Monday. When Long Xi saw Weiwei again, she did not mention that matter, nor did she query Weiwei with: “Why did you do that?”

And Long Xi also asked Xiaolu and Yu Lanjie to do the same, so they pretended to know nothing.

But with the feeling of unease in his heart, Xiaolu was not going to love Weiwei.

Weiwei blindly pestered him, and Xiaolu was tired of it. He was very kind so he kept putting up with her, but Weiwei still felt it.

She blamed all this on Long Xi. With someone continually fanning the flames beside her, she hated Long Xi even more.

The deadline for her appointment with Xiaolu to “try to date for a month” arrived.

Xiaolu said to her, “We are not suited!”

However, she did not abide by the original agreement and kept pestering Xiaolu. She even threatened him with her death, playing the trick of “crying, having a row, and committing suicide”.

Seeing Xiaolu be so annoyed, Long Xi felt guilty.

At first, if she did not ask Xiaolu to help Weiwei regain her confidence, Xiaolu would not have been trapped in this dilemma, unable to get away from it.

At this time, Long Xi saw two pieces of good news and one piece of bad news in the newspaper.

The good news was that Jiang Ba and Cheng Yimei were already executed. The bad news was that Chen Jian had succeeded in escaping from prison on the same day, and the way he escaped was quite weird. It was when the prisoners went out for exercise that he suddenly disappeared. There seemed to be experts manipulating this behind the scenes.

The police tried their best to catch them, but they never succeeded in arresting them.

When she told the news to Mo Kun, Mo Kun was very regretful. If he knew it earlier, he would have installed a subsidiary chip in Chen Jian's brain. He had underestimated his enemy!

A few days later, it was December 6, Long Xi's 18th birthday.

Because Long Xi had to go to school, she put it off for a few days and would go home to celebrate on Sat.u.r.day, December 10th.

Lord Mo Kun waited anxiously.

Early on Sat.u.r.day morning, he went to pick Long Xi up.

Long Xi's dress today had another kind of feeling. Her black hair was loosely gathered up with a pink gauze scarf, hanging down from her left shoulder to her chest. And a red plum could be seen embroidered on the scarf.

She wore a cream-white, high-collar, half-sleeve cheongsam made of Xihua silk.

Xihua silk was a kind of rare silk, which was bought by Lord Mo Kun from an antiquary. There was not another silk like it that could be found in the whole Z Country.

According to Magazine of Picking Orchid written by anonymity in the Song Dynasty, Xihua silk was from Yuesui Country, which was used for brocade weaving. When flowers fell on the silk, they would be attached and not fall. In the Han Dynasty, after the national paying tribute, Emperor Wudi gave Lijuan two liang of it to make dancing clothes. In the late spring, there was a banquet held under flowers. When dancing, the dancers flicked away the falling flowers with their sleeves, and the flowers fell all over them, making the dance more and more charming. Thus, the dance was called “Dance of Flowers”.