The more people you want to see, the more you don't dare to see them.

I don't know if this will work if it works on Mo Beichen or Shui Qingwei.

In the afternoon, Shui Qingwei sat in the back garden of the acrylic building and drank tea.

Tea is clear tea, flowers are fragrant flowers, but people are frowning people.

I don't know if it's the bitterness of the tea, or something else, in short, Shui Qingwei's brows have been wrinkled, and his expression is also very silent, and he seems to be worried.

After a while, footsteps sounded from the side of the garden, and Mo Beichen walked slowly with his long hair scattered.

The wind in the garden is not light, the shadows of the trees on the road are swaying, the petals are flying, and the birds are crying crisply. Mo Beichen also frowned, with a gloomy expression.

Shui Qingwei put down the teacup, and at this time, the wind behind him started again, and Mo Beichen had already strode over and sat down.

"What's the matter? ”

Shui Qingwei broke the strange quiet scene and asked in a cold voice.

His expression had always been so flat. The colder his expression, the more chaotic his heart becomes.

Mo Beichen habitually supported his face, squinting slightly, and secretly worried in his heart.

Then he opened his mouth and comforted: "Master, why keep a straight face." There are no outsiders here, so why be so restrained?"

"Ahem"...... When Shui Qingwei drank the tea, he was choked by this sentence, and it was a rare rudeness.

Putting down the cup, Shui Qingwei elegantly wiped off his wet sleeves, and raised his slender eyes to look at the person opposite.

Mo Beichen's expression was very serious, and he didn't seem to be ridiculing, as if he was seriously pointing out a certain fact.

Shui Qing was silent for a moment, and then muttered: "Although you and I should be equals, since I am a teacher for one day, I will be your elders for life." Between you and me, etiquette cannot be abolished. ”

After speaking, he stared at Mo Beichen fiercely, as if condemning.

"What the master said is very true. ”

Mo Beichen paused for a moment before he spoke: "However, I would prefer to be your equal." ”

"Presumptuous. Shui Qing drank slightly, and a rare anger appeared on his face.

It stands to reason that joy and anger are the least expressions on Shui Qingwei's face. Normally, he has no expression, or he has a handsome face. However, now that he has an angry look on his face, it means that he is so angry that he doesn't want to suppress it at the moment.

When it is broken, it is broken.

Mo Beichen was unwilling to be indecisive any longer. Some things, if they don't say it, the two of them will act as if nothing happened, and the wind will pass without a trace.

However, once it started, there was no stopping or turning back. If you don't try, how do you know the answer?

As for when it started, he also did not know.

Maybe it was the surprise when I saw Shui Qingwei for the first time, maybe it was the silent healing of him when I endured the pain on a lonely night, or maybe it was the happiest four years of my life that accompanied him all day to learn art, or maybe it was my silent ecstasy when I met again in the smoke shop that night.

He, Mo Beichen, when he didn't realize it, his solitary heart had quietly fallen.

If everyone was doing what they had to do, it was possible that he would have been hiding this thing all along. However, now that everything is over, everything is a new beginning, he has been asleep for three years, and he has been awake for three years, and he doesn't want to hide his head and tail in the rest of his life like before.

He just wanted a reply, an answer. For better or worse, as long as there is a clear statement.

Mo Beichen raised his hand and poured himself a cup of tea, and after drinking it, he put down the cup heavily, frowned lightly, and said, "You have always understood, you just don't dare to face it." I love you, everything I do, not only for myself, for Ning Yue, but also for you. ”

Shui Qingwei's brows frowned even tighter, but his expression had returned to calm.

He replied lightly: "It's not love, it's just dependence." I know where you really come from, you just want a basis for existence. ”

Mo Beichen smiled bitterly in his heart, is it, is that so?

Except for Ning Yue, only Shui Qingwei knew that he was not a person from this world, but an intruder from another world. All along, he completely believed in Shui Qingwei and would not doubt any of his decisions. Sometimes, when you doubt your reason for being, you will deliberately remind yourself that there are still people who know that you exist, and that you are not a lonely soul.

This is indeed dependency. However, in addition to dependence, there is also attachment. Shui Qingwei, can't you trust each other completely like me?

If you doubt me, you don't trust me.

"Do you really think so?" Mo Beichen smiled and asked casually.

Shui Qingwei didn't answer, her eyes crossed Mo Beichen and looked at the garden behind him. Then, he said coldly: "In this world, there is still one person who knows about your existence. ”

"Who?" Mo Beichen asked indifferently.

"Xiahou Yuanrong. Shui Qingwei's gaze fell on Mo Beichen again, he was still dressed in a white robe, his black hair was scattered on his back, his face was pale, and his lips were pursed.

"The master left a will, if you recover, you must leave to find Xiahou Yuanrong. He'll give you pointers. Shui Qingwei retracted his gaze, his face solemn.

"The former patriarch of the Xiahou clan, Xia Lingran's cousin?" Mo Beichen lowered his eyes and asked lightly, as if he was absent-minded.

"Uncle Cousin. Shui Qingwei pointed out this expressionlessly.

"When? Mo Beichen's eyes were clear and clear to Shangshui, and there was an indescribable emotion in his bright and sharp eyes, which was very complicated.

"You can go to Duanzhou first, where Qiyinglou and Shenyanfang have grand events. ”

Shui Qingwei took out a piece of stuff from his sleeve and handed it to Mo Beichen.

Mo Beichen took it and saw that it was a light jade plate, without any patterns, only a simple carving of the Big Dipper on the front, which looked simple and atmospheric.

This is the highest token of the Beidou Palace, and it is generally in the hands of the palace master or the young palace master. Ning Yue passed it on to Shui Qingwei when he was fourteen years old, saying that once he disappeared in the future, Shui Qingwei would be the palace master. Now, Shui Qingwei passed the jade card to Mo Beichen, is the same intention?

"This is your reply?" Mo Beichen weighed the weight of the jade plate in his hand, his eyes were still firmly fixed on Shui Qingwei, and he was calm without a trace of anger.

Shui Qing nodded slightly, with a calm expression: "You and I are just masters and apprentices." ”

Holding the jade plate, Mo Beichen laughed instead of being angry, his laughter was soft, but it was a little harsh, even piercing.

"You don't have to. Give it back to you, it's too early to give it to me. I'm leaving tomorrow. After speaking, he threw the jade plaque back to Shui Qingwei, got up and bent over to leave.

After taking a few steps, Mo Beichen stood on his feet again, his back to Shui Qingwei, and his tone revealed a faint sadness: "You and I only have the love of master and apprentice?"

The voice was very flat, but there was begging and expectation that even Mo Beichen didn't feel.

Shui Qingwei replied categorically: "You should be clear about this. ”

With a chuckle, Mo Beichen left without looking back. The footsteps were resolute, not as clear as usual, only heavy.

Shui Qingwei stroked the already cold rim of the cup and sighed slightly.

Love silk is like tea, hot and cold come quickly.

If Mo Beichen could contact more people and more things after leaving this time, maybe his heart would not be so simple and narrow-minded.

There should be someone in this world who is more suitable for him. Perhaps he will soon forget this dependence, what he wants is not from here.

The wind was stronger, there were more falling leaves in the garden, and there seemed to be chaos between heaven and earth. With a full stomach, Shui Qingwei drank the last sip of bitter herbal tea.

Early in the morning of the second day, before the sky was clear, Mo Beichen simply packed his bags, changed his appearance a little, and quietly left with the token of forgiveness.

In addition to Wu Xian and Shui Qingwei, only Yang Liu and Yu Xue, the two personal maids, knew about his departure. With red eyes, the two helped Mo Beichen pack up, and then stood silently outside the small dome building, watching him leave.

Mo Beichen has been silent since he returned from talking with Shui Qingwei yesterday. Although his expression didn't change much, the careful Yang Liu and Yuxue knew that Mo Beichen must have something in his heart and didn't want to say it.

The two knew that Mo Beichen had something on their minds, but they couldn't do anything. Even late yesterday night, Mo Beichen calmly told them that the next sunrise valley, even though the two had a thousand questions and reluctance, they could only hold back in their hearts. The young palace master's approach has his own thoughts. What they are most worried about now is what to do with Mo Beichen's daily life and diet after he leaves the valley, and they don't know if anyone will take good care of him.

The mountain road in the early morning was always a little wet, and Mo Beichen stepped on it step by step and walked south. This slow walk has been going on for more than ten miles.

After realizing that he had completely left the misty forest around Yue Valley, Mo Beichen's last hope in his heart finally came to an end. The shadows of the trees on the road became more and more hideous, and you could even hear the cry of the night owl, which made people feel chilling.

He looked back and took a deep look, and there were no other colors in the layers of tree trunks and branches behind him.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Beichen's body jumped, stepped on the trunk of a giant tree that was tall and empty, and escaped from this somewhat gloomy fog forest like the wind.

At this moment, on the white jade-like snow layer on the top of the mountain, the golden morning sun is rising, sucking the mist in the forest, and the air is even more moist, like the corners of the eyes stained with tears. A few goshawks emerged from the cliff, and with a long roar, their wings hovered and hit the sky, and it was the beginning of another day.