"Those who want to see you again will come back no matter how far away they are."
These words sounded inexplicably touching. Mo Shuruo looked over and saw him lowering his head and smiling, "I can actually say such a thing."
He said it casually and with a hint of shyness, but Mo Shuruo's eyes were red. He said he had feelings for her, and that was enough. She had never been greedy, but with these words, she felt a lot more at ease.
He raised his head and took two more sips, but he stopped him and said, "Don't drink too quickly, the fruit wine has a lot of staying power."
Mo Shuruo smiled a little confusedly and murmured: "Let's leave Northern Xinjiang tomorrow."
He said: "Okay."
The two of them watched Yu quietly for a while, and saw him handing over something wrapped in a handkerchief. Mo Shuruo was surprised, "What?"
Yan Jue said: "It's your thing."
When she picked it up, she saw that it was the silver hairpin left by Mo Shuruo's mother. She was naturally happy to find it, "Where did you find it? I thought I would never find it again."
Yan Jue took it and put the hairpin in her hair. "We can't lose it again in the future." After saying that, he stared at her intently.
Mo Shuruo was so embarrassed by him that he lowered his head. "Didn't the Lord make things difficult for you when he left? I know that the Lord of Tianmu Peak does not allow emotional love..."
"He knows." Mo Shuruo couldn't help but look up at him, and Yan Jue said, "Senior brother is a very shrewd person. He could see clearly even when I didn't notice it myself."
So those previous lies have been exposed by him long ago...
"Then what to do next?"
Want to tell grandpa? Will grandpa agree if he knows it? Will Yuhua Fuxiang agree?
Uncle Mo was lost for a moment, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked such mindless questions."
Yanjue stretched out his hand to touch her right cheek and moved his fingertips gently, "There will be a future. It is something that must be faced. We cannot escape."
These words undoubtedly gave her a dose of reassurance. Mo Shuruo nodded with red eyes and leaned gently into his arms. "I don't dare to ask for more. If one day you have to give up on me, don't be embarrassed. Shu Ruode
If you favor me, I will have no regrets in this life."
The rain was really heavy, and it barely stopped in the middle of the night. Mo Shuruo was carried back to the house by Yan Jue in a daze, and his sleep was not peaceful.
In the wind, she heard a heart-rending meow like a cat. At first, she covered herself with the quilt and pretended not to hear it. However, as the meow continued for a longer time, it started to sound more like a child's cry. She didn't want to pay attention to it, but her thoughts kept drifting towards strange things.
It was so scary in the middle of the night. As a last resort, I got up and opened the window and took a look. I found that it was Anael's yellow cat. For some unknown reason, it was squatting on the bird's head on the eaves with its legs raised. It had two green eyes.
The light shined at night, which made her feel hairy, but the place was dangerous after all, so she had to pull her over first. She waved her hand and said gently: "It's dangerous, come here." Unexpectedly, the cat stared at her with both eyes, unable to move.
After moving, Mo Shuruo couldn't help but murmured, "Although I'm not Ana'er, you're too self-reliant, isn't it? My body has always been mine..."
The yellow cat still squatted there motionless and screamed miserably at her, up and down, as if wailing for its departed owner. For a moment, Mo Shuruo felt a little emotional. He looked around, turned around and moved a cat.
I stepped on the stool and climbed out of the window. I didn't realize it in the room. When I came out, I realized that the cold wind outside was biting. I couldn't help but tremble. It was so late at night and I was a high-rise person. I don't know how the cat got up here.
.
She held onto the window with one hand, and stretched out the broom she had just grabbed with the other hand towards the cat, "Come, come here."
This sweep almost scared it so much that it jumped downstairs. Mo Shuruo was also frightened, and her palms were sweaty. She could clearly hear her own heart beating like a drum. She thought about it again.
Maybe he was frightened so he didn't dare to move, so he let go and slowly moved along the rubble outside the window, "Don't be afraid, I don't mean any harm. Be good, don't move." It was still meowing, Mo said.
Shu Ruo felt even more panicked when he heard this. His legs were shaking when he squatted down. He didn't know whether he was comforting the cat or himself, "It's okay, it's okay."
This cat was really disobedient. Even though we were trying to save it, it was still struggling in fear. "Don't move blindly, it's dangerous!" Before he could finish his words, he stepped on the air and fell directly onto the rubble on all fours. This roof
I don’t know which country it was built after. The slope was too sloping, and the rain had just stopped, making the back of the gray glazed tiles smooth and slippery. She was already frightened every step she took. The cat rolled down the corner of the house, not knowing whether it was alive or dead.
He stood up, took a few steps, and then slid down. He was about to slide out of the eaves, but stopped just in time. He meowed two or three times at a loss and was so frightened that Uncle Mo almost screamed, "Meow meow."
Be good, don’t move, don’t move!”
It was difficult to lead others around in the middle of the night, so Mo Shuruo grabbed the tile and moved it down carefully.
"I've got you!" He firmly grabbed the cat's front paws, quickly pulled it close and clasped it's neck, and when he hugged it to his knees, he breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his head, and stroked the cat's back to calm it down.
After a long time, the meowing was finally not so miserable, and it finally learned to rub her hand and behave very affectionately. Uncle Mo didn't know what to say, so he had no choice but to smile, "You, you still have a conscience.
But..." She glanced around and realized that the eaves of the house were too far away from the window. How could she go back? She sighed helplessly, "It seems we have to stay until dawn."
"That's not necessary."
"Ah!" The sudden sound made Mo Shuruo tremble again. In the middle of the night, these successive frights were really terrible. Fortunately, her heart was not so fragile. When she turned around, she saw that the highest part of the roof was built like a spire.
On top of the rubble, there was a man in white standing. He was standing in the wind, his clothes were as elegant as a god's, and he was not afraid of the cold in this tall building. Mo Shuruo blinked his eyes and said in shock: "Are you still awake at this late hour?
." At this moment, what I cared about was that he was neatly dressed!
He pointed to the yellow cat in Mo Shuruo's arms, "I was woken up."
Mo Shuruo nodded, grabbed the cat's paw and bowed to him, "Well, I'm really sorry."
Yan Jue frowned and laughed. He ducked down beside her and squatted down. He grabbed her arm and felt the chill through her clothes. "Are you cold?"
Mo Shuruo sat on the back of the tile and nodded honestly. The wind was so strong at night that her face was stiff with the cold.
Yanjue rubbed the yellow cat on her knee, reached out and grabbed her arm, held her in his arms and helped her stand up, "Don't be afraid."
Mo Shuruo found it difficult to adapt to his natural and intimate gestures for a while, so he could only blush and hum. Fortunately, it was the middle of the night, and there was no moonlight, so he couldn't see his face clearly, otherwise he was afraid that something would happen again.
Embarrassed.
Mo Shuruo waited for half a stick of incense before sliding down from the roof. Yanjue returned to the window with just one step. He had to envy how good it is to have martial arts.
When his toes touched the ground, Mo Shuruo breathed a sigh of relief. Yanjue looked at the clock on the table and said, "It's very late. Go get some rest."
Looking at his back, Mo Shuruo said hurriedly: "Aren't you coming in?" After saying this, he felt that this was really inappropriate, so he pointed to the door and said, "Go out through the door."
Yanjue turned around and came back, squatting on the window sill with one knee, looking at her and smiling, "It would be bad if others see me leaving your room in the middle of the night."
"Oh." Mo Shuruo didn't expect such a thing, but who would be as idle as them in the middle of the night? Thinking so, he still said honestly: "Then you should be more careful."
The two looked at each other, and when he saw that he didn't move, Mo Shuruo suddenly felt a little embarrassed, "Is there anything else?"
Yanjue stretched out his hand, obviously asking her to come over. Mo Shuruo had always been a person who couldn't resist temptation in front of him. Such an invitation was already passed by his body before his mind could even think about it. When he reacted, he lifted her lips with his index finger.
Her chin inadvertently passed over the corner of her mouth, and a warm feeling blew in her ears, "I'm waiting for you to say a word."
If Yan Jue was usually like a breeze, then at this moment it was like a warm current. This voice was even gentler to the core than usual, and even had some unintentional temptation, which almost defeated the reserve in Mo Shuruo's heart.
Her eyes widened and she trembled, "Say...what?"
He rested his chin leisurely and smiled at her, "Wish each other good night and have a sweet dream."
At such a close distance, Mo Shuruo was overwhelmed and could clearly see the emotion in his eyes. He could only lower his head and stammered: "Then good night, and have a sweet dream."
He tilted his head and met her eyes again.
Mo Shuruo's whole body was tense, and the look in his eyes was too ambiguous. He saw her heart beating wildly and said hurriedly: "I drank a lot tonight. I'm really sleepy. You should go back to the room quickly."
Isn't this progress a bit strange... Why did Yan Jue suddenly seem to be a different person? Before he could figure it out, he suddenly jumped off the window sill, scaring Mo Shuruo and jerking him back. Yan Jue stretched out his hand to pull
He grabbed her hand and forced the rice pail to fall to the ground. The cat ran quickly and squatted in the corner licking its paws.
I don't know when, but the moon has vaguely appeared behind the dark clouds.
The two of them quietly maintained their embrace, and from the nervous palpitations at the beginning, to the slightest sweetness filling their hearts. Mo Shuruo slowly moved his hands to Yan Jue's back, and his eyes turned red in an instant. How long has it been? It's been almost six years.
Well, the person who was once out of reach is now right in front of you, and his breath is on the tip of your nose. It's not an illusion.
"Thank you."
"Ah?" Mo Shuruo looked at Yan Jue who let go of him in confusion.
"Good night." He just smiled softly, without explaining what the thank you was for, and jumped out of the window and left. Mo Shuruo was left alone, standing stupidly looking at the window for a long time.
Fan Tong shouted at the right time in the corner. Mo Shuruo moved his fingers and then closed the window. He squatted against the wall and covered his red face in a daze. Just for a moment, just a moment, he actually wanted him to stay...
…
To be honest, she had been confused since she came out of the saint's tomb. Yan Jue didn't seem like the kind of character who would get tired of someone. Uncle Mo had thought about it more than a thousand times, and if Yan Jue had a lover, he would definitely
It was an atmosphere of respect and hospitality, love, and keeping a distance out of politeness. But looking at his current state, she had clearly unlocked another side of him. Aren't the Tianmu Peak faction pure and stoic? But he was asking for something from her, even though it was just
A hug, but there is no guarantee that there will not be more excessive demands in the future. Thinking of this, Mo Shuruo shook his head quickly, "No, I am a Mo family member, and I cannot be so shameless. Mo Shuruo, you must resist the temptation!"
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The plot between Ana'er and Xiang Jingyi ended a little hastily. Well, I have been a bit incapable of accepting noisy people recently, so I just let them go. Xiang Jingyi will not appear again in the future. Life is like this.
, some people will not accompany you to the end, they have their own choices.
The next chapter is the fourth story, and the torture is about to begin.
Bugs will be fixed in the updated chapters when I have time.