The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s
Chapter 83 - 71

Chapter 83: 71

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Lan Tian was still reminiscing about the youth of the eighties, hazily being led away by him. Mo Junhua turned around the bend in front, turned towards the building beside and walked in. Suddenly, Mo Junhua stopped walking, Lan Tian, oblivious, continued moving forward, and just as she took a step, there was a ’clang’, and the disoriented Lan Tian finally came to her senses after a while. Rubbing her forehead, she saw that she had hit a pot lid placed by the door, it hurt like hell. She glared fiercely at Mo Junhua, seeing her bump into it and not pulling her at all, she angrily asked, "Why didn’t you hold onto me?"

Mo Junhua glanced at Lan Tian, put down the snake skin bag he was holding, and led Lan Tian inside. This girl needs a lesson, how dare she glare at him, walking on the street without watching the road or the cars, no idea what she was daydreaming about, if it weren’t for him holding onto her, she would have almost run into a car several times, his gaze as cold as ice hooks, "The consequences of not watching the road."

Mo Junhua was all covered in a cold aura, his whole person like a sculpture of ice, emanating a vibe of "keep away from me". The angry him was very similar to the Mo Junhua of his past life. Perhaps it was because she had spent a long time with Mo Junhua, or maybe it was due to her own inner strength, when Lan Tian saw him angry, she wasn’t as afraid as she was in her past life, just a bit guilty. But it was only a slight bit of guilt.

"Isn’t that what you’re here for?" Lan Tian muttered defiantly, after muttering, Lan Tian startled, since when did she start letting her guard down so much? Trusting him this much?

Often, a person’s downfall begins with trusting someone. When trust slowly turns into habit, and that habit slowly seeps into the heart, that person will eventually become a part of her life, omnipresent. Lan Tian suddenly looked up at him, quickly lowered her head, shielding the panic in her eyes.

The two were so close, Lan Tian’s murmuring was naturally heard by Mo Junhua. His icy demeanor suddenly dissipated, his face still looked somewhat unpleasant, but his gaze softened a bit, catching a glimpse of Lan Tian looking down, Mo Junhua didn’t think she was reflecting. What the girl was thinking, he didn’t care, he only cared about the outcome, thus he missed the panic in Lan Tian’s eyes.

The owner of the house heard the noise and came out, seeing the two people who had come in, asked, "Here for a photo?"

Photo?

Lan Tian looked up and saw not far ahead, a tall tripod with a black box on top covered with a black cloth, across from it were two chairs, the scene looked somewhat familiar, it wasn’t the camera from this era that is shown on TV.

While Lan Tian was lost in thought, Mo Junhua had already talked it over with the person, pulling Lan Tian over. By now, Lan Tian still didn’t know his purpose, she might as well be ready to die.

Mo Junhua was already mentally prepared for Lan Tian’s tantrums, this girl just loves to be contrary to him, but Lan Tian was behaving obediently, her quietness was even more unsettling, making Mo Junhua couldn’t help but take a few more glances at her.

Being a person for two lifetimes, Lan Tian had never taken a photo, seeing this photo studio, Lan Tian found out she had missed out on too many things. Taking a photo with Mo Junhua, she didn’t resist, and taking a photo doesn’t signify anything anyway. It was a good day to try out the effect, if the photo came out well, one day she’d bring grandma and her uncles and aunts over for a family photo.

The two sat side by side, the chairs were very close. Mo Junhua, being a big guy, fit just right, Lan Tian was small and when she sat down, there was still a lot of space left in the big chair, and she intentionally sat at the edge of the chair, leaving a small distance from Mo Junhua. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, Mo Junhua sat up straight and stern, his expression serious as if he was handling a very important matter, making Lan Tian secretly roll her eyes.

"Move closer, move closer," the photographer waved his hand from the front, calling them to move closer, they were too far apart for a photo. Mo Junhua moved his chair towards the center, Lan Tian seemed not to have heard, blinking her eyes staring ahead.

"Little girl, move closer to your brother," After calling so many times with no effect, the photographer poked his head out from under the black cloth and specifically called Lan Tian to move closer. Lan Tian couldn’t pretend to be deaf and dumb anymore, she twisted her body, her movements looking big, but her bottom didn’t shift even an inch.

Mo Junhua watched her bottom calmly, Lan Tian rolled her eyes indifferently, acting as if to say, if you dare, don’t take the photo, appearing like a sister who was sulking with her brother. The photographer, frowning back and forth between the two, suddenly said to Mo Junhua, "Comrade, just hold your sister and take the photo!"

Hearing this, Lan Tian nearly fell off the chair, her eyes widened more than a gong, shockedly staring at the photographer, her face as if she had seen a ghost, from where do you conclude that we are siblings? No, wrong focus, how can you suggest such a shameless idea?

Lan Tian was just about to object when a pair of hands slipped under her ribs, lifted her into the air, and then placed her onto someone’s legs. Those hands casually fixed Lan Tian’s clothes, adjusted her sitting position, and then holding Lan Tian, moved back so that her back was against someone’s chest, one hand around Lan Tian’s waist, and the other adjusting her fallen chin.

"Look ahead, good, just like that!" The photographer, holding a dark capsule bag in one hand, adjusted the lighting, with two ’puff’ sounds, "Done, come and pick up the photo in a week, pay here."

After leaving the photo studio, Lan Tian walked forward with a scowl. Mo Junhua found her visibly upset appearance amusing—it looked like she was miffed with him! Mo Junhua also felt a bit twisted, enjoying Lan Tian’s rage as if it cooled him like an ice lolly, feeling chilled and pleasant from head to toe, indescribably refreshing. His face, however, remained as expressionless as ever.

"It’s my fault, don’t be mad, getting upset is not good for your health." Mo Junhua pulled towards the briskly marching little figure. Not advising her would have been better, the moment he advised, Lan Tian, like a lit bomb, suddenly exploded, kicking and scolding Mo Junhua feverishly, without a trace of a girlish image. Passersby curiously watched this scene. Mo Junhua gave an helpless smile, causing onlookers to understand immediately; having such an unreasonable fiery sister is not an easy job. Invisibly, Lan Tian was inadvertently played by Mo Junhua again.

Intelligence is a hurtful thing! Some people are born unable to make up for it, even if Lan Tian were to live her life over, she wouldn’t stand a chance against that person, her past experiences would at best help her guard.

After venting, Lan Tian felt much better. Being non-resistant, Lan Tian found Mo Junhua more tolerable and let him hold her hand, it wasn’t their first time anyway. So, they say, habit is a scary thing.

"What do you want to buy?" Mo Junhua had an idea, school was about to start, other than buying notebooks, pens, and school bags, what else could there be? But he still asked, so that the girl wouldn’t think he’s overbearing and unreasonable. Even though he was a bit overbearing indeed.

Lan Tian glanced at him and resignedly said, "Vermillion, talisman paper."

Mo Junhua was startled and put his raised leg down, looking at Lan Tian, "What are you buying these for?" He hadn’t heard that these were needed for school?

"To draw talismans." Lan Tian glared sideways at him, presenting herself as a superstitious fairy; what could be done about it? Soldiers are encouraged not to be superstitious, Lan Tian was waiting for his reprimand to have an excuse to ditch him.

Mo Junhua frowned in confusion, giving Lan Tian a puzzled look. Why did the girl want to buy these things? Weren’t talismans those superstitious things used by Taoists and divine women? Did the girl want to learn? Or was there another use? Did her relatives know she was dabbling in these things? Now, he was increasingly unable to understand Lan Tian.

A bit concerned about the odd Lan Tian in his dreams, puzzled but unasked, he led Lan Tian towards the old street, "Let’s go, those things are on the old street side, I’ve been there a few times with my mom, not sure if they’ve moved?"

Now it was Lan Tian’s turn to be stunned. This could work, too; did he even have a soldier’s awareness? Looking at Lan Tian, who seemed overly shocked and muddled, Mo Junhua curved his lips, pinched the little hand in his, "What are you daydreaming about, watch the road."

With Mo Junhua, the living map, Lan Tian avoided many detours, and by noon, she had bought the items she wanted, except for vermilion and talisman paper. It’s not that they weren’t available, but the shop didn’t have what Lan Tian needed; seems she’d have to make them herself later.

Lan Tian was selecting notebooks and pencils, uncertain which to pick. Mo Junhua acted as if he hadn’t seen her dilemma and casually mentioned which one was good, Lan Tian turned her head, looked at him, and chose what Mo Junhua had suggested.

Seeing Lan Tian buying the Four Treasures of the Study, a flash of surprise crossed his eyes. Lan Tian quickly picked and bought brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone, and continued to carefully select items for a while. By noon, their shopping was almost complete, and the two went to a nearby noodle shop and had a bowl of hot and sour beef noodles. After eating, Mo Junhua took Lan Tian to the bus station.

The bus wasn’t crowded, plenty of empty seats around. Mo Junhua moved Lan Tian’s numerous big and small bags onto the bus, continuously instructing Lan Tian not to talk carelessly with strangers, not to accept things from strangers, to be cautious about safety, not to run around, and then asking the driver to help keep an eye on the kid. Afterwards, he pulled out two Red hair ropes from his pocket, handed them to Lan Tian, rubbed her head, and left.

Lan Tian watched him leave, and when he was out of sight, swiftly climbed off the bus, picked up her belongings, and left. When the bus driver saw her leaving hurriedly, he got down to check, and Lan Tian, carrying her things, ran off as if nothing happened, disappearing in a blink, leaving the driver staring in dumbfounded amazement.

Are today’s kids all this fierce?