Chapter 260: What does Mo Xiaoran need pen and paper for?
"Um."
Without the frivolity of the past, Mo Xiaoran at this time gave her a feeling of indifference and indifference.
There was an inexplicable thump in her heart, and she said no more.
At this moment, the old man seemed to have prepared breakfast in the back and was bringing it out from the back room.
Seeing that both of them were awake, he immediately came over to greet them.
"Sir, girl, come on, come on, let's have some porridge first. I don't have anything to entertain you in this poor country place, so just make do with what you have."
The old man is a very kind old man.
He enthusiastically put the pot of porridge in his hand on the table and invited them to sit down.
At this moment, Mo Xiaoran's cold voice sounded suddenly.
"Old man, do you have paper and pen here?"
Seeing him suddenly asking such a question, Lin Ran looked up at him in confusion.
"Yes, yes, my son who went to Beijing to take the exam left a lot of them here. Wait a moment, I'll go in and get them."
Then, with his old body hunched over, he walked toward the back room.
Lin Ran didn't know what Mo Xiaoran wanted the pen and paper to do, and she was a little confused, but she didn't ask any more questions.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Mo Xiaoran looking at her with a complicated expression, not knowing what he was thinking.
Soon, the old man came out from the back room with a pen and paper.
"Sir, the pen and paper you want."
"Well, thank you."
Mo Xiaoran's tone sounded a little tangled.
However, the movements of his hands did not stop.
Taking the pen and paper, he put it directly on the table and wrote in a flourish.
The old man didn't know how to read and didn't know what he wrote.
Lin Ran, on the other hand, had no intention of reading what he wrote.
This is a habit of hers.
Regardless of whether this was considered privacy, she had no interest in reading what he wrote.
Seeing that he had nothing to do, he sat down at the table.
She picked up the chopsticks casually and started eating the breakfast the old man made for her.
After just a few bites, the paper in Mo Xiaoran's hand was folded and handed to her.
Her expression was stunned for a moment, and she looked up at Mo Xiaoran, a trace of confusion flashing through her eyes.