After that, the three of them would visit Mr. Zhuang every morning, paying their respects from a distance outside his door, and waiting for the time it took to finish half a cup of tea. If the door still remained tightly closed, they would then head down the mountain.
Mo Hua actually wanted to tell them, Mr. Zhuang liked to sleep in until the afternoon. You're visiting at the wrong time.
However, upon further thought, it seemed that at least for the time being, Mr. Zhuang wasn't too keen on seeing them.
They could come early and not see Mr. Zhuang, come late and still not see him. Since they were destined not to meet regardless, the timing of their visits hardly mattered.
Their morning trips up the mountain allowed them to witness the mountain hues drenched in the glow of dawn, so it wasn't a complete loss.
Mo Hua would occasionally bump into them on his way up the mountain. If he had time, he would greet them and engage in casual conversation.