The departing Mo Tong, endured the inexplicable pain in his heart, and made a seemingly absurd, but actually extenuating decision, as long as Mo Li kept his promise and really took Bai Shou as his wife, he would give the white jade brush as a congratulatory gift to Mo Li;

It's a pity that the story behind this decision, I'm afraid no one will ever know, and no one will care, who calls him, just a little scholar, whether he cares or he doesn't care, he will not care, he, for his care, made sacrifices. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Time is like water, time is like a shuttle, Mo Li, who has long been premeditated, and the fox demon who is ignorant of the world, has been in this elegant and virtuous residence for nearly three months, from chanting poems to love, to being merry and happy, indulging in it, almost to the point of indulgence;

In the past three months, with the intelligence of the white-headed fox demon, the sophistication of human feelings, poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, makeup and thrush, I dare not say that I am proficient in everything, but it can also be said that I have achieved something, and I am even more glad to accept the things of her and Mo Li, and I will not resist;

Because, in her heart, there is no concept and difference between humans and demons at all, and in addition, the flashy life these days, the beautiful scenery of good days, especially the bed between men and women, make the white head who is gradually awakening and charming, eating the marrow and knowing the taste, and feeling happy from instinct.

On a starry night, under the moon before the flower, Mo Li held the waist of the white head, walked under the moon, suddenly put away the folding fan, inserted it in the waist, reached out and folded off a flower, turned around and inserted it in the hair for the white head, and looked at it affectionately, the more and more bewitching face of the white head, and the words of the poem with a blurred gaze:

"Love flowers are like fairies and falling into the world

The fragrance is like a dream

I want to keep the beauty in the world

Don't be suspicious of being a bare hand."

After listening to this, Bai Shou took the initiative to offer a fragrant kiss, the two couldn't help it, kissed under the moon, and almost couldn't help themselves;

Not far behind them, Mo Tong, who was holding a lantern and silently accompanying him, quietly turned around when he heard the words, raised his head slightly, and forcibly held back, about to overflow tears in his eyes, for this kind of thing, although he was already used to it, he could only endure it silently, the sting from the heart;

"I miss you, baby!"

Mo Li was obviously a little emotional, and after his lips parted, he whispered in Bai Shou's ear;

"Hmm!~I hate it! Seriously! I haven't chosen a name yet!"

Bai Shou, who already knows what shame is, resists with a coquettish voice, and cleverly tries to use words to divert Mo Li's attention;

"Like you, beautiful as a fairy, delicate as a flower, this poem is called: "Cinderella"!"

When Mo Li heard this, he was slightly disappointed, so he had to continue to move forward, but he hugged the enchantment in his arms tighter;

"Good name! Is this to express the love between you and me?"

Bai Shou leaned on Mo Li's shoulder, cooperating with his hug, bringing himself closer to him, and asking softly;

"Well, you still know me best! My good lady, I want to go back, okay?"

Mo Li heard the words, praised them, and at the same time smiled evilly and put his hands up and down, deliberately teasing, but his mouth was hypocritical, asking for Bai Shou's opinion;

"Don't, walk a little longer, look at the night tonight, how beautiful it is! Why don't you compose another poem?"

The white head resisted half-pushing, and the naughty asked again;

"Hmm!

Mo Li deliberately shook his head pretendedly;

"Really?"

the threat of the white head feigning to be angry;

"No, unless... Hey, hey!"

Mo Li looked squinting, tilted his head with a wicked smile, stretched out his mouth, and wanted to ask for a kiss;

"Nasty! Too bad! Ignore you!"

Bai Shou dodged and took the opportunity to escape, jumping and running away, like an earthly elf under the bright moon;

"Oops, baby, girl, I was wrong! Wait for me!"

Mo Li chuckled and chased after him;

"Alas!"

Mo Tong, who turned around quietly, sighed and kept up slowly, he couldn't get too close, he had to keep his distance, as long as he didn't lose it, if he couldn't grasp the measure and grasp the scale, I was afraid that he would be punished afterwards;

Looking at the infatuated men and women who were far away, letting the tears that could no longer be held back cross his cheeks and shatter on the bluestone slab under his feet, Mo Tong raised his head, glanced at the cold moon in the sky, and whispered:

"Drunk to buy dreams and memories without makeup

Wake up and regret the epiphany to the moon

The fish was full of tears, and Jiang Qing was gone

The soul of the wind and frost tomb has been broken"

The mournful murmur, scattered with the wind, like tears of broken threads, broken in the gently percussed strings, shattered one, like a dream, closed his sour eyes, and chanted softly to the shadow in his heart:

"This poem is called: "Sacrifice Memories"!"

No one knows how much he thinks, with a drunkenness, in exchange for himself, he can boldly recall, the thoughts that dare not be easily touched, the plain face that was once unpowdered, even if he wakes up and finds out, it is just like a flash in the pan, even if he can only be lonely after waking up from a dream, staring at the withered crescent;

He even, a little unrealistically fantasized, if he was a fish, I don't know if she in his heart can see that the river full of autumn water is all his tears of mourning, perhaps, this desolation from the heart, only when the soul is scattered, can it be completely cut off!

"Alas!"

In the lonely sigh, a lonely figure, in the moonlight, stretched longer and longer, heartbroken footsteps, in the cold night, gradually drifting away, the wishful unrequited love, the face that dare not look directly, the deep miss in the heart, it seems that it can only be left to those nights that can't sleep.

Mo Li's parents suddenly arrived, interrupting the world of the two men and women, and under the leadership of the old housekeeper, they came to Mo Li's bedroom, broke the door unceremoniously, and saw the disheveled Mo Li and Bai Shou, who were caught off guard by the fairy couple who lingered all night;

In the study, Mo Li's parents, although they have a lot of complaints about the two of them, who are not ashamed and have sex in private, but for Mo Li's absurd behavior in the past, how can they not know that they are parents, thinking that now, if he can marry a wife sincerely, it will be a good thing;

Looking at the dignified and beautiful white head, the second elder inquired, and learned that his family lived in the mountains and was alone, and after some discussion, he decided to let the two get married on a certain day, so as to take this opportunity to let this Mo leave, collect his thoughts, concentrate on studying, and seek fame in the future;

Tenderness and sweetness, you and I are naturally overjoyed, gladly agreed, after thanking the second elder, send off the second elder, and go home, at the same time, the old housekeeper also temporarily followed back, for the marriage of the son, prepare all the necessary matters;

A few days later, in order to avoid suspicion, the Mo family replaced all the maids and servants in the Qingya Xianju, Mo Tong was bought by the Mo family since he was a child, raised since he was a child, and served by Mo Li's side when he was a child, and was regarded as his "own person", so he survived and stayed.