"Miss, you can't go outside anymore." A maid said anxiously, but she didn't dare to stop her.
"It's a nice weather outside, nothing will happen to you. If you blame me, sir, I will bear the burden for you."
Qiu Mo has been recuperating in the house these days, and Qiu Mo feels that she is almost turning into wood. Except for Ye Hen who comes to see her every day, Zi Yang takes care of her extremely attentively.
She still didn't talk too much to Ye Hen. He always asked and answered her questions. It wasn't until she finally felt tired and sleepy that he reluctantly left.
Zi Yang said that her body was weak, so he ordered people to buy a large amount of precious and rare supplements, and asked Zi Yang to watch her eat them every day.
After eating like this for a few days, the originally pale complexion gradually returned to rosy, but the heart was still riddled with holes and could not be healed.
The sunshine outside was just right, falling in tiny pieces on the maple leaf forest. She was wearing a cotton pajamas underneath and a light pink sweater with a cardigan outside. She was walking slowly along the tree-lined path, and the maid was always there.
Followed behind.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Qiu Mo turned around and said to the maid: "Go back first, don't follow me all the time."
The maid hurriedly said respectfully: "Sir, I told you to take care of your body at all times."
"I know my body well, and I won't go far." Qiu Mo looked at her with firm eyes. Although the maid usually thought she was a gentle and quiet person, she still felt upset when she really saw her looking at people with that look.
She was scared, so she quickly lowered her head and said, "Miss, if you need anything, just call and I will come right away."
"Well, you go and do your work." Qiu Mo nodded towards her and continued walking forward.
The swing that Ye Hen had tied up for her was hanging alone on the tree pole. Qiu Mo walked over and pushed it gently with her hand. Watching the swing start to swing, her face was stained with sadness.
She didn't dare to swing on the swing by herself yet, as the wound still hurt whenever it was pulled, so she could only sit on it, holding the ropes on both sides with both hands, not daring to leave her feet off the ground, and swayed slowly.
The warm sun seeps into the blood from the skin, and the warmth flows to the limbs and bones.
She didn't know what she was thinking when she suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind, stepping on the fallen leaves steadily and forcefully.
Her heart suddenly beat wildly, almost bursting out of her chest.
She didn't need to see him, she could identify him just by the sound of his footsteps.
How could it be? She thought that she had done a great job, which was enough for him to give up; she thought that she might never see him again in this life, but why, he came.
Feeling the stiffness coming from her body, Qiu Mo slowly turned her head from the swing.
The sunlight cast a faint shadow on him, falling on the red maple leaves.
He blocked a patch of light and was handsome and tall.
Is this person who is slowly walking over really Leng Xiao?
He was more like a soldier who had just stepped off the battlefield, with wounds all over his body.
He didn't know where his coat was thrown, and he was only wearing a white shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong and strong forearms.
His black trousers and leather boots were splattered with mud, and his white shirt was even more dirty.
He was limping a little when he walked, possibly because of an injury to his leg.
There were many scratches on his face, and some of the wounds were still stained with mud.
Even in such a miserable state, those eyes were still as deep black as if they were dipped in ink, with a faint glow of colorful light.
One of his hands has been placed in the shirt on his chest, as if he is covering his chest, or as if he is hiding something.
Qiu Mo had never seen him look like this before, as if he had just climbed out of a pile of mud.
The circle of blue under his eyes obviously meant that he hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time, and the slightly protruding cheekbones made him look even thinner.
Qiu Mo sat there as if she were petrified, feeling distressed and not knowing what to do. She wanted to rush over and hug him, then kiss him and ask him what was wrong?
But her body seemed to be frozen, and she could only watch him getting closer and closer.
He seemed to have spent a lot of effort to walk to her, and then looked at him from top to bottom. A smile appeared on the corners of his thin and sexy lips. This smile instantly melted the sunlight and dyed the autumn leaves red, like gold.
Dazzling.
"Momo." He called her name softly.
Qiu Mo finally raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, trying to see him more clearly. She was in such a daze that it was unreal, for fear that she would meet him in a dream.
"Momo, what do you think I brought you?" He slowly took out the hand that had been on his chest, and a magnolia flower that had long since withered seemed to be attached to his hand as if it had come to life.
between fingers.
"Mulan?" Qiu Mo blurted out in surprise.
He nodded, with a thick smile in his eyes, "Momo, have you ever heard of the legend of the Moon Tree?"
The legend of Yue Laoshu is a story circulated in Qiu Mo’s former school, A University. It is said that a girl in her junior year fell in love with a boy in the same grade. The two were very close, but the boy was killed by a sudden earthquake.
Missing, the girl was heartbroken and could not sleep at night. In order to let her get out of the shadow of pain as soon as possible, her family took her to Taihang Mountain to relax.
That night, the girl couldn't sleep, so she went up the mountain to admire the moon alone, but unexpectedly saw white magnolia flowers and a red thread on a tree.
The girl put the magnolia flowers in her bun and went back happily, only to be told the next day that her boyfriend had been found. He was not dead, but had a broken leg.
The girl married the boy without hesitation and then took care of him for the rest of her life.
This legend is only circulated in A University. It is said that whoever finds the Yuelao tree can stay with his beloved until he grows old by pinning the flower in his lover's hair bun.
Li Xiang was a student at University A, so she knew about this legend, and it was she who told Leng Xiao.
"This magnolia..." Qiu Mo felt a strong sourness rising in her nose. She pointed at the withered flower in Leng Xiao's hand in disbelief... "Is this from the Taihang Mountains?...
"
Leng Xiao nodded and slowly stretched his hand towards her bun: "Momo, do you know? What was I thinking when I saw the white flowers blooming on the Yuelao tree? I was thinking, even God
Everyone came to take pity on me and didn’t want me to lose you, so he gave me a chance. I like you for a long time. I have been waiting for you for a long time. I have loved you deeply for a long time. Now, I want to double it.
Keep you, attract you twice as much, keep you by my side, longer than a long, long time, do you agree, cup cup?"
The last two words seemed to drain away all Qiu Mo's consciousness, leaving only clear chaos in her brain.
Cup cup, what did he call himself?
He...he remembered?
Qiu Mo felt her fingertips tremble, and tears instantly filled her eyes. Her black and white eyes reflected his smiling face.
Her body was shaking unconsciously, as if she was scared or excited.
It turns out that he ended up like this because he ran to the Taihang Mountains. In order to find the legendary Yuelao Tree for her, he was covered in scars, but this flower was not damaged at all except natural withering. He carefully wrapped it all the way.
It, protect it.
Her tears finally couldn't help but fall down, and big drops fell on the maple leaves, making a tiny pitter-patter sound.
He called her Cup, and he finally remembered that autumn day, when they were living together in a small wooden house. She looked at him and said seriously: "If there is only one Cup and one fish, who will you choose?"
He replied without hesitation: "Cup cup."
Why don't I call you Cup, and you call me Cup, so that we can separate Cup and Cup.
Going around and around, back and forth, they are continuing the cup again.
Thousands of emotions filled my heart, but they could not eliminate the helpless sadness.
She was cruel and finally waved away his hand in her hair. He obviously didn't expect that as soon as his hand was loosened, the magnolia fell on the dead leaves like a butterfly with broken wings, dazzlingly white and haggard.
shocking.
She turned her head away, her black hair blocking her small face, her thin voice came from her throat, and a cloud covered the sun above her head.
"Leng Xiao, why do you bother to do these boring things? What about the Yuelao Tree? It's just a ridiculous legend. Only teenagers will believe it. You and I are both past that age. No matter what you do,
You can never change the fact that I don't love you, I love Ye Hen."
Leng Xiao looked at her and felt that the leaves in front of him seemed to be floating, and there was only a sharp whistling sound in his ears, one after another, hitting the sky and covering the earth.
He traveled around the mountains and ravines for her, risking life and death, just to get a legendary magnolia flower. In the end, she only said these few words to him.
He still held her thin shoulders without giving up, and his voice seemed humble and pleading: "You secretly modified the gun, so you dared to shoot me, right?"
He didn't believe that the shot was just a miss. If she wasn't completely sure, she wouldn't have shot at him. He had seen her dismantling the gun freely when he was in Iceland. How could he believe that it was a miss?
?
She lowered her head with a sad look on her face, listening to his helpless pleas like a child, and while waiting for him, she said the cruelest words in the saddest tone: "Leng Xiao, how long will you continue to be so sentimental?
I missed the shot because I was also injured and I couldn't use any strength and couldn't aim accurately."
She opened the clothes on her chest and let him see her wound which was bandaged with gauze.
His gaze stayed there for a long time, and his heart shrank as if it was being tightened, twitching with severe pain in the deepest part.
He stood there, his hands curled into fists beside her soft-shaped ears, and his nails dug deeply into his palms, but he had no idea what stupid things he had done. He was so stupid, so stupid.
Laughter overflowed from his chest little by little, until he laughed out loud.
When he woke up from the mudslide, he unexpectedly remembered what happened six years ago. She sat on the shabby bed, and he lowered his head and kissed her.
She said, Juju...
What's the use of remembering it? It's better to forget it completely.
There is no greater sorrow than the death of one's heart.