In the blink of an eye, when autumn came, Mo Tong polished the stones into stone knives and stone axes, he used stone axes to cut down trees, scraped off the bark with stone knives, kneaded them into simple hemp ropes, and found many dead branches and weeds, and used them to build a few simple thatched huts not far from the cave, and made some simple tables, chairs and benches;

From beginning to end, Bai Capital watched happily from the side, and when he was tired, he went to wipe his sweat, and when he was hungry, he prepared wild fruits for him, put them on the table he made with his own hands, sat on the low wooden mound, and waited for him with a smile, and the two lived happily like this, waiting;

Winter to spring, snowflakes flying, this is the last snow of this winter, a cold plum proud snow blooms, seems to be in this silent way, farewell to the snow that is about to melt, thank it for accompanying all the way, the red plum blossoms and the swaying snowflakes, complement each other, like a picture;

"Xianggong! I'm so miserable! I'm so uncomfortable!"

In the simple thatched hut, Bai Shou lay on the bed board made by Mo Tong, grasping the animal skin under him with one hand, and holding Mo Tong's hand with the other, his whole body was convulsed violently, sweating profusely, panting heavily, his voice was full of pain, but with a little joy;

"Lady, hold on! You must be able to! Lady, don't be afraid! I will accompany you! I feel your pain, and I want to replace it, but unfortunately I don't have that kind of magic spell... Magical spells... Avatar... Spell... What else? and..."

Mo Li's face was anxious, the beads of sweat were like rain, he didn't even care about wiping it, holding Bai Shou's palm with both hands, kneeling on the edge of the bed, lying in Bai Shou's ear to encourage her, comforting her with words, talking and talking, as if he remembered something, he suddenly talked to himself in confusion;

"Wow!~Wow!~"

A string of children's cries instantly interrupted Mo Tong's thoughts, he immediately came back to his senses from the trance, his face was guilty, his eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness, he looked at the trembling white head lovingly, turned around carefully, hugged the child very gently, and slowly put it next to the white head pillow;

"Lady, I have worked hard for you to let you suffer so much alone, and I can't do anything but watch, I'm so useless, I'm sorry, I will definitely double the compensation for you in the future, I hope you don't blame me, come, look at our children!

Mo Tong said words of self-reproach, while gently wiping the sweat off Bai Shou's face, looking at her pale and bloodless face, Mo Tong felt a heart-rending pain, but Bai Shou was rarely silent when he heard this, turned his head to look at the child next to the pillow, his eyes flashed with the brilliance of love;

"Lady! Look, this is our child! I am a father! You are a mother! After that, we will be a family of three, our life will no longer be lonely and boring, and our life will be fulfilled because of this, all of this is the credit of your mother, lady, I love you!"

Mo Tong lowered his head and said beautiful love words, gently kissed Bai Shou's forehead, and after a moment, he crossed her again, kissed the child who was crying less, with a happy and satisfied smile, both hands held Bai Shou's palm tighter, thinking in his heart that he should give the child a good name;

"Xianggong! I love you too! And our children! Xianggong! I'm so tired, I want to rest for a while, and when I wake up, you can give our children a good name, and tell me when I wake up, okay?"

Bai Shou's voice was weak, and he looked tired, so Mo Tong was distressed, and he quickly nodded in agreement, gently stretched out his hand, and carefully covered the animal skin on her and the child, looked at her with deep affection, closed her eyes, and then walked out lightly;

"Proud snow and cold plums are fragrant alone!Flowers are like red lips like the remnant sun!Companion Xuannu descends from the sky!Mo Bai is in love longer!"

Mo Tong looked at the lone plum blossoms, proudly blooming in the wind and snow, the red flowers bloomed very beautifully, there was a moment, this silver-covered world, seemed to turn into white paper, and the bewitching plum blossoms, as if they were peerless masterpieces on paper, were natural;

He recalled the cute appearance of the child, and also knew that the crystallization of their love was a girl, and it was to commemorate the relationship between him and Bai Shou, and he hurriedly wrote a poem, the poem was slightly vernacular, but it was more easy to understand, and the name came from this;

"Hanxiang! Mo Hanxiang! I hope that in the future, she can find a wishful husband, treat her sincerely, don't be like the plum blossoms in this wind and snow, lonely and helpless to bear the devastation of the cold wind, helpless lonely fragrance self-appreciation, no one cares about the fragrance alone! Mo Hanxiang! It's so good!"

Mo Tong whispered to himself, silently guarding the door, entering, he was worried that he would wake up Bai Shou and leave, he was worried that Bai Shou would not find him when he woke up, so he had no choice but to do so, although the wind and snow were cold, but his heart, like the blooming plum blossoms, was as hot as fire;

Another year of snow drifted in the valley, Mo Tong still maintained a posture of sitting cross-legged, like a stone without life thoughts, like a wild grass and wild flower without a conscious soul, the heroic righteousness around him had been dissipated, and the pitch-black demonic qi had all merged into his body and disappeared;

His body is like flowers and plants withering, his life potential is gradually disappearing, his left hand holding the sun, moon, mountains and rivers inkstone, and his right hand holding the Xuanlong jade pen gradually began to age, the gray Heavenly Master's suit was covered with dust and withered grass, and under the Dharma protector mask on his face, wrinkles slowly climbed up his face;

"Father! Mother!"

The sun and the moon alternate, the years turn, in the illusion of the heart, Mo Tong and Bai Shou, watching their good daughter Hanmei, from babbling to toddler, listening to her call people in a childish voice, watching her grow up day by day, adding countless laughter and touching to their lives;

A little doll with a cupodle in a cupodle, was milky, calling Mo Tong and Bai Shou, a family of three happily sat around the wooden table, Bai Shou chuckled when he heard this, and kissed Han Mei's forehead, Mo Tong was not to be outdone, took Han Mei in his arms, and kissed him gently;

"Oh, Father, your beard stuck in me!"

The little guy complained in a milky voice, Mo Tong subconsciously raised his hand when he heard this, touched his chin, looked at Bai Shou's funny appearance, he also smiled awkwardly, reached out and stroked Hanmei's little head, looked at Bai Shou who covered his mouth and chuckled, but there was a feeling of loss in his heart;

At the same time, in the quiet valley, an uninvited guest suddenly came, a woman dressed in white, with a peerless appearance like a fairy descending to earth, with a seed-shaped ornament hanging around her neck. Pen % Fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info (To be continued.) )