Just when Mo Xicheng was contemplating whether to forcibly keep the little boy here, to let him become a small plaything in his lonely life, the little boy looked up, his eyes shining with starry light, and asked in a clear voice, "Big brother, do you have time tomorrow?"
Mo Xicheng looked at him for a moment and softly replied, "Yes."
The little boy grinned, "Great, then I can come to you tomorrow to learn how to play the flute, okay?"
"Okay," Mo Xicheng replied without changing his expression.
"Thank you, big brother, I'll be going now. Goodbye, big brother." The little boy waved at Mo Xicheng and turned to run towards the hall's door.
Mo Xicheng's eyes followed the little boy, his light, agile figure, and the short hair swinging with his movement, reminding Mo Xicheng of many warm memories from long, long ago.
As he reached the entrance, the little boy stopped, turned, and loudly said to Mo Xicheng, "Big brother, my name is Mu Ze, what's your name?"
