"Sit... on it?" Mo Qingchen looked at the paper crane, which was over 3 meters long. Although the length was sufficient, but after all, it was made of paper. What if...

  It's not surprising that Mo Qingchen had a shallow understanding, after all, she came from an atheist world, even if she had seen many divine magic, but when faced with an unknown thing, she still couldn't believe it.

  The tiger head didn't care about Mo Qingchen's dust, lifted its short legs and rode onto the paper crane, only then did it turn its head to Mo Qingchen and say: "Hurry up and come on."

  Mo Qing hesitated for a moment, perhaps she had to try and believe a five-year-old child?

  "Hurry up." Hu Tou urged.

  Mo Qingchen gritted his teeth and lifted his leg, straddling the paper crane.

  "Qingchen, you've got me!" Just as Hu Tou finished speaking, Mo Qingchen felt a sudden jolt beneath her, and the paper crane shot up into the air. Fortunately, she managed to grab onto Hu Tou, or else she would have fallen off.

  The paper crane flew to a certain height and then stabilized in mid-air. Hu Tou turned his head and smiled, "How's that? Fun, right?"

  But Mo Qingchen's face turned black, with a murderous expression: "Tiger Head, you want to kill me! I haven't even caught up yet and you're already flying!"

  The tiger-headed man said with an innocent face: "Didn't I tell you to hold on tight?"

  Mo Qingfen let out a breath of air, forget it, a small bun that's not even worth a fart, why bother with him.

  "Clear dust, clear dust, look how good the sky looks." Hu Tou said excitedly.

  Mo Qingchen finally calmed down and looked up at the sky, and as he did, his entire soul seemed to be drawn into the mysterious vastness of the heavens.

  She had never gazed up at the sky from such a close distance, and at this moment, those twinkling stars seemed to be within her reach, as if she could pluck them down with just one stretch of her hand.

  Are these stars and those in another world gazing up at the same ones? Which one is it that can no longer be called by name from the depths of my heart?

  "A tower high as a hundred feet, hand can pluck the stars, dare not speak loudly, fear startling the people in heaven......" In a daze of thoughts, suddenly remembered Li Bai's "Night Stay at Mountain Temple".

  Frightened the heavens and earth, frightened the heavens and earth. Those people, aren't they just heavenly beings now? Mo Qingchu thought so, and a line of clear tears suddenly flowed down.

  "Qingchen, Qingchen, what are you saying? Why are you crying?" Hu Tou saw the look on Mo Qingchen's face and couldn't help but push her gently.

  Mo Qingchen snapped back to reality and smiled: "I didn't cry, it's just that the stars are too bright and dazzled my eyes."

  "Don't cry then, or your eyes will be blurry and you won't see the stars." Hu Tou said as he stretched out his chubby little hand to wipe away Mo Qingchen's tears.

  "Mm." Mo Qingchen couldn't help but hug the soft tiger head, and the two children looked up at the starry sky in silence for half a day.

  After a long time, Mo Qingchen suddenly asked: "Hutou, did you know that these stars all have their own names?"

  "Really?" The tiger's eyes lit up.

  "Yes, look at this one, it's called the Big Dipper, and that one over there is Vega, and the one that's gazing longingly at it from afar is Altair. There's a story between them too." Mo Qingchen said slowly as he admired the breathtakingly beautiful starry sky.

  "What's the story, tell me quickly." Hu Tou hastily shook Mo Qingchen's arm.

  "Oh no, don't shake me, what if you shake me off? In the past, there was a fairy in the sky named Weaving Girl..."

  "How did you know her name is Weaving Maiden?" Hu Tou asked.

  "She weaves beautiful clouds layer by layer with magical silk on the loom every day, and then cuts them into heavenly clothes with her clever hands, so she is called the Weaving Girl."

  "Ah, can clouds also be woven into clothes?" Hu Tou asked again.

  "Yes, one day..." Mo Qingchen continued.

  "But how can clouds be woven into clothes? And also, is the Weaving Maiden one of us cultivators who ascended to immortality?" Hu Tou looked curious.

  "Shut up, are you going to listen or not?" Mo Qingchen's face turned dark.

  "Hmmph, fine! I won't ask anymore, you speak up quickly!"

  Mo Danyan stood in the courtyard, gazing up at the sky over ten zhang high, where yellow paper cranes blended into the night colors. With his eyesight, he could still see two little ones leaning against each other, pointing to the sky with their hands.

  Mo Danyan's silent laughter ceased as she turned and stepped into the house.

  "Qingchen, Wangmu Niangniang is dead, let's go find Zhinü instead. We can ride on paper cranes and when the time comes, I'll let her ride on my paper crane to find Niu Lang." Hu Tou said after hearing Qingchen's story.

  Mò Qīngchén smiled and said: "The Weaving Maiden has ridden off on our paper crane, how are we going to get home?"

  Hutou was stunned for a moment, then said: "It's okay if we go home late, anyway I'm running away from home."

  As he said this, the tiger head didn't seem to be doing anything, but that paper crane actually flew higher again.

  "Ah, ah, Qingdun, are we there yet? The stars have gotten bigger!" Hu Tou exclaimed excitedly.

  Mo Qingchen naturally understood that this was an impossible task, but he couldn't bear to strike Tiger Head, so he casually glanced down and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat: "Tiger... Tiger Head, why don't we go back?"

  Hutou was still immersed in the story of Cowherd and Weaving Maiden, and upon hearing this, he shook his head vigorously and said, "No, no, I want to go find Weaving Maiden to play."

  Mo Qingchen didn't understand at all how to control this flying crane symbol, and could only helplessly watch as the paper crane carried them higher and higher.

  I don't know how high it flew, but Mo Qingchen only felt his body getting colder and colder. Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and the paper crane shook violently before plummeting straight down.

  Suddenly, Mo Qingchen forgot to scream and only thought that she couldn't drop the tiger's head, so she immediately hugged it tightly with both hands.

  After the shock had subsided, Mo Qingchen only then discovered that the two of them had fallen onto a large tree. The paper crane had returned to its original three-inch length and was perched on a branch.

  Mo Qingchen was just about to ask about the tiger's head when he suddenly heard a voice coming from under the tree. Subconsciously, she immediately covered the tiger's mouth with her hand.

  "Nine... Nine Ge, why haven't you come to see me for so long..." A soft voice came from a woman, with a hint of tenderness in her tone.

  "Xin'er, don't be annoyed. These days, there are many things going on in the clan. If it weren't for Shisan Mei's matter that everyone is paying attention to, I'm afraid I wouldn't have had a chance to come yet," another man followed closely behind.

  "Hmph, what's going on again? Isn't it just that someone from your household is clinging to you? How come, having had enough of wildflowers, now think the home flowers are fragrant?" The woman said with a pout.

  The man begged for mercy, saying: "Good Xiang'er, don't say that. My wife is a cold and unfeeling woman, I can't serve her properly. Every day she puts on an air of superiority, as if I owed her money! Hehe, which one is more enjoyable than Xiang'er..."

  "Others have given you a good daughter!" The woman's words were laced with resentment.

  "Then you have one for me too..."

  Then came the rustling sound of clothes being removed and the moans of men and women intertwined.

  Mo Qingchen's heart was racing as she listened to the sound on the tree, and that voice made her extremely embarrassed. Seeing the tiger-headed man staring at her with a puzzled expression, Mo Qingchen quickly wrote on his hand: "Leave!"

  Just then, a man downstairs suddenly shouted: "Who is it? Come out!"