Are you happy? Ye Luo turned around and glanced secretly at the handsome man behind her, her nominal husband, her smart eyes flickering on and off.
"What kind of river lantern do you want to be?" What kind of life made her never let go of the river lantern, even when he was so unloved as a child, Mo Yichen felt a little distressed.
"Tulip." Ye Luo's voice was a bit ethereal, but Tulip's words meant eternal blessings.
"Is a tulip a flower?"
"Well, tulips are a kind of flower. I haven't seen them before. I just read about them in an ancient book." Ye Luo thought for a while and made up a reason. She forgot that there was no such flower in ancient times.
Mo Yichen quietly looked at the serene-faced woman beside him, completely immersed in her own world. All she could see in her eyes was the river lantern in her hand, and the depths of her black eyes, shining like stars, were quiet and sad.
Why is she heartbroken, and why is she sad? What kind of past does this girl who laughs and bickers with herself all day long and doesn't care about her have?
The smile that always appears on the face is always cheerful and heartless, but like a hedgehog, it protects itself tightly and does not expose any weakness or weakness. The gentle smile always brings warmth to others but refuses to
Leave nothing to yourself and refuse to let others get close.
Maybe the red dress can hide it from others, but it can't fool yourself. The arrogant look can't hide the lonely back. The thick eye shadow can't hide the sadness deep in the black eyes. The warm smile that brings others is left to yourself.
It's bitter.
Perhaps they were too similar. Ye Luo, who smiled hard, deceived the world and even deceived himself, but he could not deceive Mo Yichen.
Mom and dad, everything in her previous life, even though it has been more than ten years, there is not a day that she does not miss. She has never been a person who only knows how to immerse herself in sadness and memories, but she really can't forget it...
"Ah." Ye Luo exclaimed softly and dropped the things in his hands. There was a dazzling blood stain on the thin bamboo strips.
"It's okay, let me see why it's so badly injured." Mo Yichen took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, quickly sprinkled the powder on the wound, raised his head and asked, "Do you have a silk handkerchief?"
Ye Luo didn't care. She had suffered even more serious injuries. "It's okay, it's just a minor injury. I haven't finished the river lantern yet..."
Frightened by Mo Yichen's eyes, Ye Luo's voice became quieter and quieter. He obediently pulled the silk handkerchief out of his cuff and let Mo Yichen tie it in his hand with a knot.
"Let me do it for you." Mo Yichen saw that there was a white scar on Ye Luo's scratched palm. It must have been the scar left to protect him at the palace banquet.
Mo Yichen didn't know whether to cry or laugh. This silly girl, even if she was discovered by Lao Wu that day, even if there would be a lot of trouble, she could still handle it. She didn't want her to get hurt even if she paid any price...
"No, I'll do it myself." Ye Luo picked up the scissors to cut the paper again. Only when she made it with her own hands would she be sincere. She had never done anything for her parents, and she only had a little bit of care. She had to finish it with her own hands.
"Don't be stubborn. Your hands holding embroidery needles are not for holding bamboo strips. Are you going to keep grinding until tomorrow morning?" Mo Yichen hardened his heart and polished his white and tender little hands.
Small wounds.
I have to say that the Creator of the world is fair. Ye Luo is such an excellent person, but she is extremely poor at handicrafts. Except for the embroidery skills that she relied on to survive in the past, she cannot make any handmade products, even a woman must know them.
Paper-cutting. In this short time, she didn't know how many bamboo strips she broke and how many pieces of paper she wasted.
"If I don't let you take care of it, what if I make it tomorrow morning? You don't know anything. How can a cold-blooded person like you understand my feelings?" Ye Luo was also annoyed and slapped the scissors on the table.
He shouted at Mo Yichen, not knowing what right he had to say this about himself.
Are you cold-blooded? The corners of Mo Yichen's mouth were slightly raised, full of sarcasm. His eyes were as deep as an ancient well, and it was hard to see what color they were in the darkness. Like an iceberg, he exuded an indifference that would repel people thousands of miles away.
Ye Luo's heart skipped a beat, has it returned to its original state? No, it is colder than before. The coldness before was just exuding an icy aura, but now it is a kind of indifference that repulses people from the bottom of the heart. It is frozen three times.
The ruler makes people afraid to approach it.
He had never felt panic in his heart. Ye Luo's eyes were blurred, and fear instantly hit his heart. His legs were nailed to the ground and his limbs were numb.
She was wrong. In desperation, she kept her mouth shut. After several months of stalking or going crazy, he was finally no longer a god who did not eat the fireworks of the world. Although he still looked like a god.
Cold appearance, but an occasional smile, indifference when angry, and irritation when he jumps to the point of being angry with himself.
In just over a month, so many memories have been left behind. Could it be that today everything has returned to where it started? It is even worse than where it started.
Ye Luo wanted to reach out and hold those warm palms again, trembling her lips, but couldn't utter a single syllable.
She really didn't mean it, really...
The moment he saw Mo Yichen stand up and turn around, Ye Luo could no longer control his composure. He didn't know where the strength came from and hugged Mo Yichen tightly from behind.
"Brother Chen...Mo Yichen..."
The strength in his waist made Mo Yichen stand there in a daze. There was no crowd coming and going, no noisy noise, the running water at his feet sent away the bright lanterns, and the warm yellow soft light made him feel warm again.
Whose heart carries whose dreams.
I can't see the moon clearly, many emotions are dyed gray, a strand of black hair cannot be untangled, it is difficult to distinguish right from wrong, green mountains are green, rivers are full of sorrow, whoever stumbles someone's heart, and someone's life is doomed.
Suddenly someone shouted, "Look, the Tengu swallows the moon, everyone, run away!"
Ye Luo raised her head and looked towards the sky. She had never seen such an astronomical spectacle in her two lifetimes.
"Don't look, it will hurt your eyes." A big hand pressed Ye Luo's head into his arms in a domineering but yet warm manner.
Sure enough, it was her height that gave her the advantage. Her height was considered tall among the women in this world, but standing next to Mo Yichen, it was just above his chin, while Ye Luo lay motionless.
In fact, she really wanted to say that the Tengu eating the sun would hurt her eyes, but the Tengu swallowing the moon seemed to have no effect. Ye Luo did not speak, but quietly let Mo Yichen hold her and enjoy the warmth of this moment.
Just for a while, after the lunar eclipse was over, she left this warm embrace, just a moment of extravagance.