"Boy, please stay!" said the peddler hurriedly.

"What's the matter? I just want this mask, I don't have to look for it if I have a lot of money. Mo Ling was puzzled, could it be that the conscience of the little man found out that he was looking for money?

"Well, it's not a little boy, that's the case, you're right about the poem, then let's see, can you get these two poems right?"

Mo Ling took it, picked up the paper and looked at it seriously, and then said suspiciously: "That's right, what's wrong?"

Compared with the previous one, these two poems have a much more profound artistic conception, and the poems are mixed with sorrow, as if telling something.

The peddler was overjoyed: "Can you write it? Which of these two preceding verses, or Fang Cai, was written by one person." The boy put the poems here with me, and said that if anyone can match those three poems, he will give this box to someone who is destined. ”

With that, the peddler took out a small box from under the table.

The box is dark red, made of golden silk nanmu, the size of a palm, and looks very small and delicate.

"Yo, there's a gift for you! What's in there? It's not valuable, I'm not right. Mo Ling raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, little boy, how do I know this, it's a box without a lock or a key. You're right, I'm also entrusted by others, and if I don't do it for others, how can I do business! Business is done with integrity!"

I have received money from others, and I should do things for others. The most important thing is the boy in blue, don't look at the smiling like a spring breeze, but it gives people the feeling that he is a bad winner, and he dares to slack off!

Mo Ling rolled his eyes after hearing this, you do business and don't care about my! Also, there is no lock for a small box, how can you open it!

Mo Ling picked up the box and looked at it a few times. It's made of precious wood, so it's supposed to be pretty good, right?

Forget it, say a few words, she gets a box for nothing, and she still earns it!

Then he said to the peddler: "Well, don't write, I said it's okay! I'm a lazy person! I don't want to write!"

When the peddler heard that Mo Ling agreed, he hurriedly nodded: "Yes, which son said, can write or say it, as long as it is right." ”

"Isn't there a standard for judging?" Mo Ling asked curiously, if it was okay to write and speak, then wouldn't everyone be able to go up and fool around.

"Little boy, that boy said: What is right is not right, whether it is good or not, the person who is a poet has his own judgment in his heart. The vendor explained.

He had asked the same thing before, and which son had only said this and left. Later, some people chose these poems to match, but none of them could match. Fortunately, I met the little boy, otherwise the task would not have been completed.

Mo Ling thought to himself, this poet is really interesting.

The gossip crowd stood not far away, pricked up their ears and listened, they had also seen these songs, right, and see how the little boy was right.

Di Tianjue's cold eyes swept the poems on the paper, and he also waited to see what Mo Ling was doing.

Mo Ling cleared his throat, and his immature voice sounded: "First song: Smell Kyoto wine, you can ask for it without money." Right: I don't know how many buckets I will have, and I will be worried. The second song: The singer's song is not endless, and the sadness is increasing. Right: empty Lang Zhi branches, strong heartless lamp. ”

Mo Lingyu couldn't help frowning, what happened to this person to write such a sad poem.

After listening to these two poems by Mo Ling, Di Tianjue thought to himself, what is it about this naughty little girl that bothers her that she will make such a sad poem?

"Is it okay?" asked Mo Ling, picking up the box.

The peddler was stunned for a moment, and then nodded like pounding garlic: "Mmmmmmmm

Mo Ling smiled slightly after hearing this, turned around and left with the box, and Emperor Tianjue followed behind.

The people who eat melons are still reminiscing about the poems made by Mo Ling in their hearts.

When I came back to my senses, I saw that the person had left, and immediately chased Mo Ling with fanaticism in my eyes, and then... was swept away by someone's cryolaser, and immediately stopped, and could only watch his idol go away...

At this time, a man in blue stood in the distance, listening to the poems made by Mo Ling, his face was full of appreciation, and his eyes were smiling gently, but there was a deep sorrow in his eyes.

Seeing that the two of them walked away, they raised their feet and walked in the direction of Mo Ling.

Emperor Tianjue stopped, glanced behind him, and frowned slightly.

"What's wrong, Mask Iceberg?"

"Call me Jue, what kind of mask Brother Bingshan!" Di Tianjue retracted his gaze and glared at Mo Ling with cold eyes.

Poof, Mo Ling burst out laughing in his heart. In the 21st century, in some local dialects, scolding people is called jué people. Brother Mask asked her to call him absolute, but she couldn't call it......

"What are you laughing at, is my name ugly?" Di Tianjue asked in a cold voice.

"No... Nope—" Mo Ling smirked.

"Huh?" Di Tianjue's cold eyes narrowed, and his tone was elongated.

Mo Ling was speechless, what kind of madness is this big iceberg. I was happy just now, but now I immediately changed my face and got angry. One will be sunny, the other will be cloudy, there is something wrong... But she dared to scold in her heart.

With a flattering smile on his face: "No, I was thinking about what to call you." Call you a desperate brother, little brother, uh... It looks like you're not too young, or do you want to be an old brother, or a good brother, or a good brother?"

Mo Ling even talked about a few brothers, she felt that with the virtue of the big iceberg, hearing these brothers, she would definitely be disgusting to death.

"Well, let's call it little brother! This year, I'm only double ten!"

He chose carefully for a while, but he still felt that the little brother was comfortable to listen to.

Mo Ling's heart boiled after listening to the boss with a long mouth, it turned out that this big iceberg looked cold, but Nima hid a sullen heart in his heart!

I'm smacking him up! He's willing to listen, but she doesn't want to call it! What else is called double ten, it doesn't sound big, but in ancient times, men had already started a family, and children would play soy sauce, okay?

Look at this big iceberg, pretending to be a convict and wearing a mask, you can see that no one wants the goods at a glance! Which woman lacks heart and eyes to want to be with a moving iceberg who wears a mask all day long?

Ahh

Shaking his head, he said to Emperor Tian: "It's better to ask Brother Mask to come more kindly, by the way, Brother Tai, let's not go to the Drunken Immortal Tower, how about taking you to a good place to have two drinks?"

Di Tianjue heard that he agreed, he could go anywhere, as long as she was there.

Mo Ling saw that Di Tianjue was so easy to speak, and her heart was happy, her small treasury was saved!

Afterwards, Mo Ling went to the wine shop to buy a few jars of good wine, and walked towards the suburbs with Emperor Tianjue.

The suburbs are far from the location of Moling, and there is about a tea time. There was a grove of trees next to it with a wide stream, and across the stream was Moling's destination, a huge begonia tree.

"Brother Mask, what's going on here?" Mo Ling asked, sitting on the stone bench under the begonia tree, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes, that's okay. Emperor Tianjue put the wine jar on the stone table and replied indifferently.

Emperor Tianjue took a look around, and the scenery was good.

The moon is shining high, and the surroundings are extremely bright. Sitting under the begonia tree, watching the begonia flowers fall one after another, listening to the sound of gurgling water, the whole person relaxed.

Mo Ling, hehe, what if you don't pretend? Look at the eyes, it's obviously very satisfied, it's okay!

Pouted, opened the wine jar, and handed a jar to Emperor Tianjue. Picked up the wine jar and said to Emperor Tianjue: "Come! Brother Mask, the little brother respects you! Thank you for helping you twice, the little brother will do it first as a respect." ”

After Mo Ling finished speaking, he took a few big sips. Seeing this, Emperor Tian Jue also picked up the wine jar and drank it.

"When you sing about wine, life is geometric. For example, the morning dew is bitter in the past. There is wine, there is the moon, it is beautiful. Mo Ling put down the wine jar and shook his head and said.

"You've figured it out. Also, life has passed in a blink of an eye, so why not have fun in time. Emperor Tianjue nodded approvingly.

Mo Ling smiled after hearing this, she is a person who has died once, okay, if she doesn't have fun in time, wouldn't it be a loss if she burps again that day.

Thinking of the past, I felt a little irritable, picked up the wine jar and drank it.

Di Tianjue, who watched it, frowned slightly, "Drink less, you're still a child!"

"It's okay, this wine is not very strong, not to mention, I'm happy today, I met Brother Mask. As the saying goes, friendship is all drunk, and we can be regarded as friends. Mo Ling cocked Erlang's legs and leaned crookedly on the stone table, looking uninhibited and uninhibited.

Seeing Mo Ling's appearance, the corners of his eyebrows twitched a few times. Where there is a girl, even if you dress up as a man, this action is too bold!

But... He didn't hate Mo Ling's appearance, but he still liked it in his heart.

"Silence is acquiescence, since we are friends, then show me what you look like..."After Mo Ling finished speaking, he looked at what the big iceberg seemed to be thinking.

Taking advantage of the space where he was stunned, his small hand stepped forward suddenly, wanting to take off the mask of Emperor Tianjue.

Emperor Tian quickly slapped away Mo Ling's claws, and said coldly: "There is nothing to see. ”

"Cut, what about the pot friend, what are you doing so stingy?" Mo Ling rolled his eyes.

"It's up to you to behave. Emperor Tianjue took a sip of wine and ignored Mo Ling's eyes.

"Performance? Brother doesn't want to see it yet!" Mo Ling poured a few sips of wine, and his eyes flew widely.

Next, the two drank silently. All around was the whispering of insects and the murmuring of running water.

Mo Ling couldn't stand this quiet atmosphere, and said, "Brother Mask, what do you usually do!"

"It's all said, call me Jue, or little brother, what kind of mask brother is it!" Di Tianjue's tone was a little dissatisfied.

, I still remember it, what little brother is numb to death, this sullen iceberg!

"Okay, absolutely..." Mo Ling was extremely impressed, it was the first time she saw someone looking for someone to be scolded. Since he wanted to, she satisfied him!

"Yes. That's it!" Emperor Tian was absolutely satisfied. He likes the girl to call him that, and he can't say why he just likes it.

Mo Ling didn't know that this was the first time that Emperor Tian had allowed a woman to call him by his name.

Then, a few hints of curiosity appeared in Di Tian's eyes. He asked Mo Ling, "Do you have any worries?" ”

Mo Ling took a sip of wine and stood up. Looking up at the full moon and said, "How can I say it, people, more or less have worries, and I am no exception." When I saw those few lines of poetry, my mood was also a little low, and I unconsciously became a little sad. ”

After speaking, he retracted his gaze, an incomparably brilliant smile bloomed on his face, and continued: "However, sorrow is also a day, and not worrying is also a day, why not live happily? Life is just a few decades, if you are always worried and entangled in the past, then your life will only be extremely bleak. Why not take a step back and you'll find beautiful scenery ahead of you that you've never seen before. ”

After a pause, he continued: "We are always entangled in the past and complaining. God is fair, He has closed the door of your world, but He will leave you a window. If God doesn't even leave you a window, then you can open a door yourself. I am in charge of my life! What's more, I'm very happy and happy now. ”

Mo Ling seemed to be saying to Emperor Tianjue, and he seemed to be saying to himself.

She was also wronged in her previous life, hated, and hated the injustice of fate. Why didn't God even give her a window, telling her to be alone in this world.

But in the end, under the warmth of the dean's mother, Xiao Miao, she figured it out. What if she has no father or mother, she has two people who are good to her, what do she hate. The definition of happiness is actually very simple, it is enough to have a loving person.

Later, the dog blood crossed over and met her father and mother. Although she lost something, God made up for the scarce family affection in her previous life, what else did she worry about.

As a human being in two lives, she has seen a lot.

Di Tianjue listened to Mo Ling's words, and his heart suddenly became clear.

Looking at Mo Ling's side face, like a fairy against the backdrop of the moonlight. At this moment, he only felt that Mo Ling's smile was like sunshine, shining directly into his heart, sweeping away all the darkness in his heart.

Di Tianjue smiled, he finally knew why he was interested in this little girl. Because she has a kind of toughness, because she lives a wonderful and happy life, he will unconsciously want to get close to her.

As she said, when people live in the world, God will always leave you a window. And at this time, he felt that Mo Ling was the window left for him by God. Add a touch of color to his lonely black and white life and bring joy.

What Mo Ling didn't know was that her words today were like a pebble, thrown into the lake of Emperor Tian's calm heart, and there were ripples in his heart.

There was a strange emotion rising in Di Tianjue's heart, but he didn't notice it.