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Chapter 335: The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

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 Chapter 335: Family Ruin and the Hawk Brings News (6)


Everyone quickly bowed their heads and resumed eating, knowing that further questions would yield no answers from Mo Yan. Still, their curiosity was piqued.


The hawk, locked outside in the cold wind, squawked in protest, its cries sharper and more piercing than ever.


Mo Yan ignored the noise, silently continuing her meal. If she could understand bird language, she was sure the hawk was cursing her.


Even Xiao Hua and the others were annoyed by the hawk's noise, taking turns growling at the door, issuing threats.


But since the hawk had come to the Mo family, it had often bullied them, relying on its ability to fly. It wasn't afraid of their threats and called out even louder outside.


Watching this power struggle, the rest of the family continued eating, albeit with some amusement. A perfectly pleasant dinner had been disrupted by a feathered troublemaker.


After finishing her meal, Mo Yan's first action was to open the door and swiftly grab the unsuspecting hawk, carrying it to her courtyard. She opened the message tube attached to its leg and found a letter inside.


Hesitating briefly, she decided to take the letter out, and then handed the hawk to the three eagerly waiting animals.


With a single leap, Da Bai pinned the escaping hawk to the ground. It pressed its paw heavily on the hawk's wing, biting off a mouthful of feathers. Only after hearing the hawk's pitiful cries did it contentedly toss it to Xiao Hua.


Xiao Hua mimicked the action, taking a bite of feathers before passing the hawk to Mao Tuan.


Mao Tuan, perhaps feeling its mouth was smaller, bit twice before mercifully releasing the hawk.


The poor hawk, having been bitten by three gaping mouths, was now missing clumps of feathers, with a patch on its tail completely bald. It huddled under the eaves, trying to straighten its disheveled feathers, occasionally looking northward with a sorrowful cry.


Mo Yan, fully absorbed in the letter, paid no attention to the hawk's condition.


Seeing the elegant, occasionally imposing handwriting on the letter, Mo Yan couldn't help but admire, "Beautiful writing." But as she read the salutation, a suspicious blush crept up her cheeks.


The greeting was just two words: "Yan'er!"


Being called this by her father had felt natural, but hearing it from another man, who was barely a friend, made Mo Yan inexplicably shy.


Realizing her emotions were off, Mo Yan quickly patted her flushed face and focused on reading the letter.


But as she read through the densely packed page, seeing the same sentence repeated over and over, she couldn't help but curse, "Damn it!"


"Why don't you write to me?"

"Why don't you write to me?"

"Why don't you write to me?"

...


"Why don't you write to me?"


Repeated eighty-one times, each with seven characters!


Mo Yan collapsed onto the table, exasperated. When she realized she had foolishly counted the repetitions, she slapped her forehead: she was definitely cursed by those seven words!


But should she respond? And how? This was a real headache!


Having finished preening, the hawk flew back in, venting its frustrations. It was about to land on Mo Yan's head again but reconsidered, fearing another encounter with the three ferocious animals. It reluctantly settled at the end of the table, squawking for her to give it the reply letter.


Still undecided about responding, Mo Yan waved impatiently, "Go away, I haven't written it yet!"


The hawk, having secretly drunk some of the spiritual spring water Mo Yan fed to Dahong Zao, had developed a bit of intelligence. Hearing her say the letter wasn't written, it understood that to mean she wouldn't write one.


It wanted to peck her hand to prompt her, but recalling the lost feathers, it hesitated and flew out of the courtyard, heading north to complain to its master...


Mo Yan, about to draft a reply, didn't realize the hawk had already flown away. So when she received another letter the next evening, with the same sentence repeated eighty-one times, she felt completely exasperated...


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