After collecting the dry medicine and returning home, Mu Jian called Mu Jiao Long into the living room and closed the door to chat. After Mu Jian shouted enough, he told Mu Jiao Long to leave and go reflect his wrong doing in front of the family spirit tablets. Mu Jiao Long hurried to find Wang Changming. He found Wang Changming sitting in a small pavilion in the backyard. The two young men chatted endlessly topics until it was close to midnight.
Sat in the small pavilion in the backyard, Mu Jiao Long smiling and listening to Wang Changming's medical experiences. Mu Jiao Long was stunned by the stories Wang Changming told him. He opened his mouth wide and said, "It's amazing. How did you come up with this idea?"
Wang Changming said, "I don't know if it will work at that time, but the mother is dead, so I decided to cut her open and save the two puppies." He looked at Mu Jiao Long. "Jiao Long, what do your family usually eat during Lantern Festival?"
Mu Jiao Long said, "I don't know. I don't pay attention to these at all." He looked at Wang Changming. "Why do you ask?"
Wang Changming smiled and said, "It's nothing."
Mu Jiao Long asked, "What about your family?"
Wang Changming said, "On Lantern Festival when my mother is still alive, she usually uses black sesame seeds to make tangyuan for me, since her death, no one has make it for me since."
Mu Jiao Long murmured, "Tangyuan…" He scratched his head and looked at Wang Changming.
That night, Mu Jiao Long lay restlessly on his bed, tossing and turning on the bed, feeling that his bones were beginning to hurt. He looked at the dark ceiling. He muttered to himself, "Tangyuan…who knows how to make...ah..." He scratched his head and sat up on the edge of the bed. He got dressed and walked out. Then he saw Mu Jiao, who was still up snorting out the bad grains of rice.
Mu Jiao raised her head and shouted, "Jiao Long, why aren't you asleep yet?"
Mu Jiao Long grabbed a low stool and sat down in front of Mu Jiao. He began to help sorted out the grain of rice. He frowned and said, "Jiao bomu, I have some questions?"
Mu Jiao raised her head, "Aiyo, is there anything in this world that the great Jiao Long of the Mu Clan can't understand?"
Mu Jiao Long put on a long face. He said, "I'm being serious. You can stop teasing me."
Mu Jiao laughed and said, "Alright…alright…I won't tease you anymore, just ask."
Mu Jiao asked, "Jiao bomu, why do some people make you think about them… For example, you are happy when you see them, and miss them when you don't see them. Also, when they laugh, it makes you smile without reason or explanation."
Mu Jiao, "Aiyo, there is such person that can make you feel this way, am I dreaming? I thought you swear that in this world, what you love most is martial arts. Come to think of it, you are at that age that you begin to have love feelings for girls." She laughed. "Those are called 'love feelings'. Who is your secret lover?"
Mu Jiao Long questioned, "Love feelings…?"
Mu Jiao, "Yes, love feelings…"
Mu Jiao Long, "Are you sure it's love?"
Mu Jiao said, "What you feel is called love." She looked at Mu Jiao Long. "So, who is the lucky lady?"
Mu Jiao Long, "Uh?"
Mu Jiao, "Who is the lady? Tell me, I will ask your father to propose to her as soon as possible when he return. You are now twenty-two years old. Most people your age already have one or two children."
Mu Jiao Long, "No one."
Mu Jiao frowned, "Liar."
Mu Jiao Long said, "I've read it on a certain book, and it was recommended by Wang…Wang gongzi."
Mu Jiao, "Really?"
Mu Jiao Long, "Really, Jiao bomu, why do people eat tangyuan?"
Mu Jiao laughed, "Tangyuan is eaten during the lantern festival, do you want to eat tangyuan?" She stopped and looked at Mu Jiao Long. "Oh…the Lantern Festival is tomorrow. Aiyo, since your mother passed away, we really haven't celebrated anymore."
Mu Jiao Long, "Jiao bomu, do you know how to make tangyuan?"
Mu Jiao smiled, "Of course I do."
Mu Jiao Long, "Please teach me?"
Mu Jiao chuckled, "It's for your crush, right?" She smiled.
Mu Jiao Long frowned, "You said you will stop teasing me."
Mu Jiao, "Alright…I will teach you."
On the first night of the Lantern Festival, Wang Bo poured a cup of tea and handed it to Wang Changming. He looked at Wang Changming and asked, "Gongzi, are you going out? There has never been such an opportunity like this at home."
Wang Changming said, "Go if you want."
Wang Bo asked, "Are you missing Wang furen?"
Wang Changming, "Lao Bo, you go, if you see anything that look delicious, you can bring some back for me."
Wang Bo, "Gongzi, are you sure?"
Wang Changming smiled and said, "I'm sure."
Wang Bo knew that during the Lantern Festival, Wang Changming always wanted to be alone, so he decided to go out to play with the elders of the Mu family. He stood up and said, "Then I am leaving, and I will go celebrate with the other elders."
Wang Changming smiled and said, "Go, while the night is still young."
Wang Changming was sitting in his room when he heard several knocks outside the door. He looked up and saw that it was Mu Jiao Long. He smiled and said, "Mu gongzi, I thought you were not at home."
Mu Jiao Long walked in with a small pot. He put the pot down on the table. He looked at Wang Changming and said, "Would you like to try some tangyuan?"
Wang Changming thought he had heard it wrong, "Huh?"
Mu Jiao Long stammered shyly, "Would you like to try some tangyuan?"
Wang Changming asked, "You made tangyuan?"
Mu Jiao Long said, "No, Jiao bomu made them. A few nights ago you talk about tangyuan with black sesame seed?"
Wang Changming smiled and said, "Yes...?"
Mu Jiao Long asked again, "Would you like to try?"
Wang Changming said, "Sure, I will try."
Mu Jiao Long smiled, quickly opened the pot, took some tangyuan and poured them into the bowl. He looked at Wang Changming awkwardly. He said, "Even if the tangyuan are imperfect, they are edible."
Wang Changming looked at the imperfect figure of tangyuan. Some are flat, some are too big, and some are too small. He grabbed the spoon and took a tangyuan into his mouth. He chewed slowly.
Mu Jiao Long smiled and asked, "How is it?"
Wang Changming said, "It's okay, it's still edible." He put another spoonful of the imperfect tangyuan into his mouth. "Mu gongzi, how many times have you been in the kitchen?"
Mu Jiao Long said, "One time."
Wang Changming asked, "Is this the only time you walked into the kitchen to make this pot of tangyuan?"
Mu Jiao Long looked at Wang Changming, "Yes."
Wang Changming ate another spoonful and said, "No wonder."
Mu Jiao Long, "Why are you still eating? Is it good?"
Wang Changming said, "Yes."
Mu Jiao Long was not convinced, took the spoon from Wang Changming's hand, and took a spoonful. He stuffed the spoon into his mouth. What he tasted was hard and thick raw flour. He looked at Wang Changming and asked, "Should the tangyuan be sweet or salty."
Wang Changming smiled and said, "Sweet."
Mu Jiao Long spit out the tangyuan inside his mouth and said, "Stop eating it. I might have used salt instead of sugar."
Wang Changming smiled and grabbed the spoon from Mu Jiao Long's hand, "It okay. It's edible."
Mu Jiao Long grabbed Wang Changming's hand, "Stop eating. I know it's not good." He knocked the pot of tangyuan off the table.
Wang Changming, who was still holding a bowl in his hand, said, "What I put into my mouth is not tangyuan, but kindness, therefore, it tastes good."
Mu Jiao Long frowned with anger, "I don't want you to get sick because of the food I cooked."
Wang Changming looked at Mu Jiao Long and asked, "If I get sick, will the great Mu gongzi take care of me until my illness is cured?"
Mu Jiao Long looked at Wang Changming and let out a low growled, "Hmm..." Wang Changming took the remaining tangyuan in the bowl and drank it all at once. Mu Jiao Long grabbed Wang Changming's hand. "You…spit it out."
Wang Changming smiled, "I can't, because I have swallowed it."
Mu Jiao Long asked, "Why?"
Wang Changming smiled lightly, "Because I really want to know how the great Mu gongzi will take care of me if I get sick."
Mu Jiao Long, "Ridiculous."
Wang Changming laughed, "Just kidding, it's actually not that bad. No matter whether it's sweet or salty, it's just flour and water. It depends on what we add to it."
Mu Jiao Long said, "Would that be the same as people?"
Wang Changming, "I guess so…"
Mu Jiao Long asked, "Changming, do you have anyone you like?"
Wang Changming said, "I don't have many people that I like, and not many people like me."
Mu Jiao Long said, "It's another kind of like."
Wang Changming, "What kind of like?"
Mu Jiao Long hesitated, got up from the table, walked slowly to the door, his cheeks were hot, cold sweat slipped down his back. He clasped his hands tightly together and said, "The feeling of suddenly becoming happy when you see that person. When this person speaks, you will feel that, among all the other sounds around you, all you hear is that person's voice."
Wang Changming walked to Mu Jiao Long, "The feeling that if you move your eyes away from that person, somehow they will disappear."
Mu Jiao Long turned around and walked slowly towards Wang Changming, "When the person smile, his smile flattered your heart."
Wang Changming leaned closer, "Your belly will be filled with butterflies." He leaned closer until his face was only paper-thin distance from Mu Jiao Long's face. He smiled. "Who is that lucky person?"
Mu Jiao Long saw the smile on Wang Changming's face, and the moonlight shone inside his eyes. He slowly moved closer until the tips of their noses touched each other. He said, "You."
Wang Changming looked into Mu Jiao Long's eyes and smiled, "Da yingxiong, your sword is out of the sheath." He laughed.
Mu Jiao Long lowered his head, quickly covered his crotch with both hands, and rushed out of Wang Changming's room.