After returning from Xinling that day, Mo Shuruo lay on the bed for three whole days. On this day, her right foot, which was wrapped like an elephant's leg, was finally able to get off the ground, so she couldn't wait to hold on to the wooden crutch made by Xiang Jingyi.
Jump out the door.
The sun was shining brightly on this day, and there was no trace of winter at all.
Since leaving Lingnan, everything, good or bad, has been like a dream. Even if she has the most direct evidence on her feet, she would rather forget all the unpleasantness like a dream.
She always thinks a lot when she is alone these days. Thinking about her grandfather, thinking about the Mo family, and thinking about how sad it would be if she died that day. She studied literature at Tianmu Peak, and most of her exposure was to books.
, although she has occasionally seen the blood and cruelty of the martial arts field a few times, but she is not a forged killer after all, and cannot learn to be cold-blooded and ruthless. She is a layperson who misses the people and prosperity of the world. She wants to try it all no matter what.
, at least try to do whatever you can.
Walking alone, she arrived at the lotus pond. She sat down along the stone railing and stared blankly at the withered yellow leaves of the lotus in the pond. Yanjue had not appeared since the day she was injured. Maybe it was because of something.
Delay... She comforted herself like this in her heart, but she was still filled with loss and sarcasm while wondering where he had gone. She felt that she had no place in his heart, and laughed at herself for being so sentimental and getting into trouble again and again. Three years.
She told herself before that the relationship buried deep in her heart would never have a future, because one day, she would end it. Unfortunately, three years later, she was still struggling with this issue, and her originally silent heart began to waver again.
"Mo Shuruo."
When she heard someone calling her, she reflexively replied: "What are you doing?" She turned her head slightly and saw the white clothes in her eyes, which frightened her so much that she almost fell back.
He slowly stood in front of her, "Is your foot injury feeling better?"
She felt guilty and said: "Ah! It's much better!"
He narrowed his eyes, as if he smelled something strange. She was confused when she suddenly saw him looking down at her feet: "It's very interesting to pass the time!"
Mo Shuruo was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "What?" Then he looked down and found that two bastards had been drawn with ink on the gauze that bound the feet. He twitched the corner of his mouth, gritted his teeth and whispered: "Mo Chuan!
!" Then he shook his skirt with his hand to cover it up, hehehe for a long time, not knowing what to say.
Half a moment.
"I……"
"you……"
The two of them stopped in unison at the same voice. She smiled and said, "You tell me."
"I'm leaving Baiyue."
"Why?" She smiled and suddenly remembered his identity as the young master. There were so many things going on at Tianmu Peak, so naturally he would not stay longer for a subordinate. Thinking like this, she could only force a smile and ask: "What else?"
come back?"
"have no idea."
"That's right." She nodded and looked at the corner of her skirt absentmindedly.
Another half a moment.
Hear him ask: "What did you want to say just now?"
She raised her head and said, "Nothing." Then she added, "When are you leaving?"
"I will leave as soon as I have finished handing over my affairs."
She murmured in a low voice: "Are you in such a hurry..."
After another long while, he was still speechless.
He stood for a while and said: "The wound on your foot will not be a serious problem in a few days. The matter of the living corpse has been delayed for several days. We need to follow up as soon as possible after the injury is healed."
"I know."
"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first. You have a good rest." Hearing that she didn't respond, he turned around and left.
Mo Shuruo lowered his head and bit his lip, struggling for eighteen times in his heart before he shouted in a muffled voice: "Wait!"
He turned back and looked at her.
Mo Shuruo raised his right foot and took a few obscene steps toward him, "Um...can you wait until tomorrow night?"
He turned around and came back, "Tomorrow night?"
Mo Shuruo scratched his head, "Actually, it's nothing... There will be a ghost festival in the city tomorrow night... I heard it's a rare grand event, don't you want to see it before leaving?"
The two were speechless again.
After Mo Shuruo waited for a few moments, she couldn't bear it anymore. She squeezed her right hand tightly with her left hand and said with a dry smile: "Did I overstep my bounds? I'm sorry, haha, I just got hot for a moment, just take it as me.
Just kidding..."
"It's okay." The corners of his lips tilted, a very gentle smile, "Want to go and see it?"
A question instantly dispelled the haze in her heart. Mo Shuruo's eyes widened and he looked at him in surprise. "Are you promising me?"
"Some people's request may only come once. If you refuse, you may not have another chance in the future."
Listening to his answer, I really have to admire his exquisite thinking.
Yanjue is famous for his peaceful treatment of others at Tianmu Peak.
It is not difficult to be gentle and polite, but it is not easy to be meticulous in every word and deed. For example, if you fart in front of your friends, some people will dislike it, some will burst into laughter, and some will not say anything but frown.
, but no one will open up to help you. Precisely because there are so few people like Yanjue who think about others, it makes you feel particularly warm when things happen.
"Is there somewhere you want to go?"
"I haven't thought about it yet."
"I don't have much time, so I may only be able to accompany you for a walk."
"Half an hour is enough." She frowned, her eyes were deep. She didn't know what sad thing she thought of, and her voice was choked with sobs: "Actually, it's not that I want to watch the fun...but that I have something to do, and I don't want to worry others.
It’s my business, so I can only ask you.”
He looked at her without speaking.
Maybe what she said had nothing to do with her, but it sounded inexplicably harsh. "If I know the things that others worry about, I won't worry about them?"
"Ah?" Mo Shuruo looked at him stupidly, with a confused expression on his face.
Realizing that he had said something that even he could not believe, he was shocked in his heart, but his face quickly regained his composure, "I will follow you when the time comes."
Uncle Mo was too careful to ask questions, "Oh." He said obediently and shut his mouth.
The two of them stood looking at the lotus pond for a while, and then Mo Shuruo said in a low voice: "On this journey, I realized that the young master is a little different from the person I have known for the past five years."
He was curious, "Oh? Tell me."
"Every time I saw you before, you were either followed by five palaces and seven palaces, or you were surrounded by tens of thousands of people. No matter what time, you seemed to me to be a very distant person." She laughed as if to cover up, "I didn't expect it.
One day I will be lucky enough to travel with the young master, and I never thought that the young master would agree to such a boring request of mine."
If she didn't have a secret buried in her heart and was always on tenterhooks, she might be more lively in front of him.
Mo Shuruo secretly measured his reaction, but Yan Jue remained as usual, "Maybe I also want to relax, but you just happened to bring it up. Besides, apart from my identity as a young master, I am just an ordinary person. Follow me.
You don’t have to feel pressured to get along.”
She smiled bitterly, "Young Master, you can't understand my feelings... You treat everyone equally, so it doesn't make any difference no matter how many people you meet, but I am different. I will roll my eyes at those I hate, and I will look down on those I like."
Be kind to him all the time, so everyone you see is different."
"So, what is your understanding of me that makes me feel 'distant'?"
He talked a lot of nonsense, but he only focused on the key points.
Mo Shuruo said: "People who are elusive and out of reach are like the moon in the sky, they can only be respected."
He murmured: "Respect..."
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The tenth day of October is Baiyue's Ghost Festival. Legend has it that this day is the day when the Sama God and the devil died together. People will set off fireworks to celebrate the Sama God's ascension to heaven and burn water boats to celebrate the death of their deceased relatives.
Tuhe reincarnation.
Although too many bad things have happened in the past two months, people still gathered together, hoping that God would take away the negative things living in the Yang world as soon as possible.
The sun had just set, and Sirius was already hanging in the east. It was not dark yet, and Mo Shuruo and his party couldn't wait to go for a walk on the street. Mo Chuan has a child's temper, and he can't control his feet when he sees something fun. Mo Shuruo's legs and feet are not very agile yet.
He could only say to Xiang Jingyan who was supporting him: "Senior brother, please help me watch Mo Chuan."
"Are you okay?"
"Don't worry." He also told him, "Remember not to buy him useless things. Children can't get used to it."
"I know." After saying a few steps, he jumped into the crowd and disappeared.
The young lady laughed at her, "You are too harsh."
Mo Shuruo stepped forward and held her arm, saying: "Mo Chuan is very skinny. If you don't care about her now, you won't be able to care about her when you get older." The two of them laughed and walked towards the Dongcheng restaurant they had booked.
In the attic room on the second floor, there were almost all dignitaries. She looked around and didn't recognize anyone, so she could only look back downstairs in boredom. At this time, an unknown play was being played on the high stage of the hall, and the young protagonist
She was fighting with several villains. Uncle Mo didn't have much interest and was even more bored. After sitting for a while, she suddenly heard an explosion outside the window. She quickly rushed to the viewing platform on the second floor, where gorgeous fireworks were shooting one after another in the distance.
The night sky is really beautiful.
After a while, the stage was crowded with people. There were people shouting and cheering. It was inevitable in crowded places. Her feet were not very good, so she almost fell down accidentally. Fortunately, her left hand
Be helped in time.
She stood firm and said immediately: "Thank you." When she looked up, she found that it was Yan Jue who was supporting her, "Why is it you!"
Yan Jue said matter-of-factly: "Didn't I say I would follow you?"
When she was in the room just now, Mo Shuruo was still thinking about whether he would break the appointment. Being reminded by this, she instantly felt that she was too petty, "Ah... have you been following me? I'm so sorry..." She scratched her head and whispered.
He said: "There is a century-old tree on the street opposite the restaurant. Wait for me there. I will get down as soon as possible."
When she returned to the attic room, the young lady was listening to a girl playing the pipa. Although she was sitting alone at the table, she didn't feel bored. When she saw her coming back, she hurriedly called them together. Mo Shuruo said: "This is the first time I have seen such a lively scene.
I can't stay in the pavilion during this festival. Good aunt, can you let me go for a walk?" Although it was rude to leave her elders to play by herself, she couldn't choose to lie and sneak out.
"Yes," she agreed so quickly that Mo Shuruo didn't even react. "But your foot injury has not fully recovered yet, so I still have to send a few people to follow you."
Before he was overjoyed, Mo Shuruo couldn't stop laughing. "I'm fine now. Just look at it if you don't believe me." After saying that, he shook his feet and jumped twice. "Don't worry, I'll go back home after playing for a while."
." After saying that, he slipped out along the door.
Deng Deng ran downstairs and was out of breath. When she was holding on to the wooden door of the restaurant to breathe, she saw a figure in white under the big tree from a distance. She slowly calmed down and looked at the tea shed next to the big tree. She didn't know what she was thinking, and her expression was
There was some hesitation. A dancer passed by, and Mo Shuruo grabbed her and smiled softly and cutely, "You can tell by looking at my sister's face that she is a kind and blessed person."
The girl was also well-informed and could see through her meaning at a glance, "You have a very blessed mouth. Tell me, what can you do for me, sister?"
Mo Shuruo continued to laugh naively: "It's so cold today. My sister didn't bring any warm clothes when she came out. Can it be convenient for me to lend me some clothes?"
"It's easy to talk. Come with me."
Borrowing a coat with a strong powdery smell from the dancer, Mo Shuruo almost fainted from the smoke.
The young lady, who was originally going to watch a play on the second floor, hurried down to the attic shortly after Mo Shuruo left.
Mo Shuruo was about to say hello when he saw her, but when he saw her serious expression, he suddenly shut up again. Mo Shuruo felt strange in his heart, but the young lady had already quickly walked out of the door.
Her eyes fell under the big tree in the distance, and she remembered that she still had something to do. She hurriedly gathered her thoughts and grabbed a bartender. "Brother, can you do me a favor and carry me to the teahouse opposite for a drink?"
Tea?"
The young man glanced at her up and down, "If you want to drink tea, can't you just order a pot? Why go to the tea shed?"
Mo Shuruo said awkwardly: "Ah...because...because I'm not a good person and I can't get used to drinking that fine tea." He stuffed a silver bead into his mouth and said, "Excuse me, little brother, for a trip."
As soon as he saw the money, he naturally agreed readily. Without further ado, he carried Mo Shuruo to the tea shed. When he arrived, he didn't forget to call for tea, "Brother, here's a bowl of tea."
"okay."
As soon as Uncle Mo sat down, the waiter from the tea stall ran over and performed a juggling act. Normally, she would have enjoyed watching it, but today the drunkard didn't care about drinking, so he just ignored it and looked around.
Yanjue was staring blankly at the top of the tree, with an uncertain expression on his face.
"Your tea, sir."
There was a sudden sound of porcelain breaking, and Mo Shuruo accidentally dropped the tea bowl handed by the waiter. The waiter was so frightened that he hurriedly picked it up. Several people next door turned to look. Sure enough, the people under the tree naturally heard the sound and cast their eyes.
, but it just swept past it, and then looked back to the top of the tree again.
You can't recognize me after hiding my smell and steps? I'm obviously here. Even if you lose your sense of smell and hearing, you should still look at me...
The waiter was so angry with the broken bowl, "You girl, if you don't drink good tea, how can you throw my bowl?"
Mo Shuruo took out a silver bead and put it on the table with a dazed expression. He stretched out his hand to greet the restaurant boy and carried her back.
I thanked him for his help and went to the room to change out of my clothes.
Mo Shuruo lit the rue he carried with him in the incense burner and sat alone in a daze. He came to his senses when he heard someone knocking on the door.
Colored lanterns were flying in the wind, and pedestrians were coming and going on the road. Mo Shuruo approached the figure still under the tree, "What are you looking at?"
He turned around and smiled, "I didn't see anything."
"Yeah... By the way, I have an interesting story to tell you," she smiled forcefully, pretending to be quite real, "I just met a girl when I came out, and I heard her say that there is a romantic young man under the tree.
, His appearance is so handsome that he was so fascinated that she dropped her bowl." She pretended to look around and said with regret, "I don't know which young master he is, but it's a pity that I can't meet him."
Yan Jue smiled, "It's a pity indeed. The young master has just left, so I'm afraid you won't have the good fortune to see him."
Mo Shuruo reluctantly opened his mouth. Although he said it in a joking manner, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. "Okay... I was born to be unlucky."
The two walked together all the way, passing by all kinds of men, women, and children.
Mo Shuruo suddenly sighed, "I don't remember the customs of Qing'an very clearly. I just remember that when I was a child, I loved running around. At that time, my grandfather was afraid that I would get lost, so he tied a big bell on me and told me that I would be there wherever I went.
I can't throw it away." Mo Shuruo couldn't laugh or cry, "I've only heard that old cows are tied with copper bells in the countryside, but this is the first time I've seen people tied with bells... I have to say that grandpa's thinking is really very different..."
Yan Jue smiled and said nothing.
Spotting the copper bell pendant on the stall next to her, she couldn't wait to run forward and take a look.
"Boss, are these all the same price?"
"This row is all the same."
Mo Shuruo looked at them one by one, and found that the patterns woven from these five-color silk threads were almost the same, and there was no choice. She stretched out her hand and slid her index finger along a row of copper bells, and the sounds of different timbres immediately began to jingle.
She looked back at him, "Which one do you think is better?"
"the second."
She took the second pendant as she was told, "Boss, how much does it cost?"
"Six cents."
Mo Shuruo took out six copper coins from his pocket, and immediately tied the pendant on his belt after paying the money. She shook the copper bell pendant around her waist, and after a while it jumped up and down, making a tinkling sound.
It rang all the way.
Yanjue couldn't help but say, "It's just a waist pendant, are you so happy?"
She stopped and her smile gradually faded, "Yes, I'm very happy..." Afraid that he would hear something, she suddenly said loudly: "I don't know how much time you have. Let's go to the river first. I heard that the river
You can put water lanterns."
He didn't object and just followed her forward with big strides. Mo Shuruo said to himself: "Baiyue is actually not cute at all. Putting out river lanterns in the Central Plains is to make wishes, which represents hope, beauty and so on, but
Once here, it becomes a symbol of death."
She peeked at him from time to time, but he remained silent. Mo Shuruo sighed, feeling depressed and going crazy.
Did he not listen to what she said? Didn't he even reply? Ah... we can't talk anymore...
"Actually, that's not all."
"Eh?" It sounded like she was asking why, but in fact she was just surprised by his sudden conversation.
Is his reflection arc too long? The reception signal is not very good?
Yanjue walked forward quietly, "Although it is a symbol of death, it brings hope to the deceased."
Mo Shuruo looked away from his face and murmured in a low voice: "What hope do you need for people who are no longer here..."
The two of them walked side by side, each with their own thoughts. The rest of the journey was filled with silence, and the lively scenes around them seemed to have become the background.
The passing river takes away everything of the deceased, and all the living can do is commemorate.
Mo Shuruo sat on the river beach, staring blankly at the river lanterns and boats. Not far away, someone was setting off sky lanterns. In the dark night, they were bustling with people, reflecting each other, like stars in the sky, twinkling and drifting farther and farther away.
Yanjue bought two water boats from a nearby vendor and returned, sitting next to her and handing them over.
"For whom?"
She lit the candles on the boat and said quietly: "My parents."
He knew that Mo Shuruo's parents had died tragically at the hands of bandits earlier. He was stunned for a moment and said comfortingly, "The deceased has passed away."
"I know." She reached out and put the boat into the water, pushed it gently, and watched it go away with the water. "It's just to express my condolences."
"I never heard you mention it."
"Like you said, the deceased has passed away, and mentioning it will only increase the sadness."
He didn't speak.
Mo Shuruo continued to light the second water boat, put it into the water and pushed it out.
This time, before he could ask, she said to herself, "This is just for Uncle Ren and Brother Xu." She looked at the water boat going away, her voice a little blurry, "You went to Xinling last time with me.
The guards who went there did not come out alive... I asked the guard commander to find out their names. I originally wanted to apologize in front of their families, but it turned out that they were all alone... No matter what their intentions were
They protected me, but they all died because of me in the end...I was the one who killed them..."
Yanjue had probably never comforted a girl before. After a long silence, he said: "This is not your fault."
She raised her head, her eyes filled with tears, "In my opinion, the most evil thing a person can do in this world is to take away other people's lives."
"But what really killed them was the poisonous people."
She wiped away her tears and said, "I understand what you mean." Mo Shuruo patted his cheek, smiled hard, turned to look at his side face illuminated by the firelight, "Thank you."
"I didn't do anything."
Mo Shuruo said: "You came with me, this is already the most worthy of gratitude."
He didn't refute.
A red flying monkey rose from the other side of the river. Yan Jue stood up and pulled her up, "It's time to burn incense, where else do you want to go?"
"What a rush..." She thought for a moment and said, "Watch the city tower. You can usually have a beautiful view of the city from a high place. We talked as we walked."
In the dark night, all the people were rushing to the downtown area, and there was almost no one on the way to the city tower. There were a few faint lights, accompanied by the crisp sound of copper bells that came and went, and someone was talking happily...
"Have you ever been to the city tower? I was very naughty when I was a child, just like Mo Chuan now. At that time, there were several children together, the older ones carried the stairs, and the younger ones ran behind them. You would never have thought that I would be a conductor at that time.
The child's head." He took a breath of cold air and felt that his face was a little stiff when he smiled. "Ah... how long will it take? Most of the time will be wasted on the road."
"come here."
"Ah? Oh." Obediently walked over. Before Mo Shuruo could ask, he suddenly felt a tightness in his waist. His face turned red and his voice started to stutter, "You, you, you, you, you want to fly, fly over there?"
"Hurry up."
"Where to catch..."
Before he finished speaking, he kicked his foot and he was carried away into the air.
Prosperity is hard to come by in troubled times, but fortunately this land has not been eroded by the flames of war. Thinking of what she saw all the way back from graduation, Mo Shuruo felt a lot in her heart. The war in the Eight Kingdoms caused countless casualties. She hopes that everyone's life can be respected,
But there are many people in the world who treat others as nothing. How many people want to see this prosperous and beautiful scenery but cannot see it.
The two of them sat on the roof of the city tower for a while. Mo Shuruo lowered his head with deep thoughts, and Yan Jue said, "Why don't you say anything?"
She blurted out, "I'm afraid you'll be annoyed."
He answered directly, "No, I like to listen to you."
"!!!!!!!!!"
In the distance, the lights were dim and there were a lot of people. They were overlooking the night view of Xinling City, talking one after another.
Silence passed the time, and in the quiet atmosphere she suddenly said, "How long do you have?"
He uttered two words, "It's still early."
Mo Shuruo smiled bitterly, "I know the information bombs from Tianmu Peak... They are urging you..."
Yan looked despairingly into the distance and said nothing.
"Are you really not coming back?" Without waiting for his answer, she smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't come back. Don't worry, I will take care of things."
"Um."
"Don't you want to say anything?" She interrupted herself as soon as the words came out, "There's not enough time, I'll let you say it next time." She seemed to suddenly get excited, "I'll perform a firework trick for you.
!”
He said: "Okay."
Mo Shuruo quickly took out a packet of crushed powder from his pocket, held a handful in his hand, and took a deep breath, "I'm going to start. I've been studying for an afternoon, but I'm not allowed to laugh at the ugliness of the painting."
"good."
Her clenched right hand was waving in the air seemingly unreasonably. In just a moment, all the powder in her hand spilled out. She stretched out her hand and wiped it out of the air. The powder that was still in the air suddenly burned in sequence with her gesture, flashing orange light.
, gradually merged into four words.
I like you.
Mo Shuruo has been infatuated with Yan Jue since the first time they met at the Tianmu Peak Martial Arts Arena. It was the beginning of love, and it was normal to fall in love with several people, but he didn't expect that she would fall in love silently for five years.
If Uncle Mo is not the most miserable person in the world, he is definitely the most unbelievable person in relationships. He knows he cannot love, but he falls deeper and deeper into it. He loves him so much that he cannot extricate himself, but he gives up again and again.
After tonight, whether we see each other again or never, she has no regrets.
Fireworks shot up into the sky in the distance, and the wind gradually blew the writing into the distance, getting bigger and lighter, until it disappeared into the sky and was replaced by the splendor in the distance.
The bright light reflected her bright smile, like the fireworks, the beauty was full of desolation. She cried silently, and tears kept rolling down from the corners of her eyes. But she didn't regret it at all when looking at the meaning of those fonts.
Maybe some feelings are like this and cannot be spoken. Once spoken, it means the end.
She grinned: "I'm so ugly, right?"
Fortunately, this time, it ended after I told you.
He was still looking into the distance, but three words came out of his mouth: "Very beautiful."
"I feel ugly myself." She laughed out loud and continued to cry silently.
She was crying for herself, and it was him who was crying.
Ever since the day she was injured, she had always felt strange, why did he look at her with dull eyes? Why did he have extraordinary hearing? Why did he always have to hear her voice before he would look at her? Now she got the facts.
The truth was, she suddenly wanted to cry.
——Feast him, and as expected, you can't see anything.