The three of them walked down the hillside and went straight to the village.

The villagers have gathered at the end of the village, and the biggest bonfire has been lit.

The firelight shone on people's faces, and they were all a color of joy.

Around the bonfire, there were many tables. It was piled with food and alcohol.

The aroma lingered on the tip of his nose, and he took a deep breath of satisfaction.

There were no small stools placed at the table, and everyone was standing and drinking and eating food casually.

The crowd walked around each other, chatting and laughing.

He handed a large bowl to Zhilang and poured a full bowl of wine for him and Mo Yi.

"Taste it! I told the village chief that his brewing skills are not good, but he said that I was picky, so come and prove it to me!"

Zhilang couldn't refuse, so he took a sip.

I didn't want this wine to be extremely violent, and I hadn't touched this thing for 10,000 years, so I immediately covered my mouth and coughed.

Tilting Miao patted him on the back to smooth his breath, and by the way, he blamed the village chief who was standing on the side, and muttered, "Look, look! This wine is not soft in the mouth, and there is no sweetness, you really want to improve it!"

The village chief didn't argue after hearing this, but just smiled embarrassedly.

He moved to Zhilang's side, picked up his bowl, and poured the wine to the brim.

He raised the bowl with both hands and said solemnly: "The people in the village are ignorant, and they have to wake up now! I don't know, if you want to make friends with you again now, and be neighbors forever, will you dislike it?"

Zhilang was silent for a while, not knowing how to answer.

The village chief then said sincerely: "If you don't dislike it, you will drink the wine in your bowl!

After speaking, he immediately raised his head and drank it, and turned the bottom of the bowl upside down, and no residual wine flowed out, to show that he had seen the bottom.

Zhilang stared fixedly, and the words echoed in his ears: "If you don't try, how do you know that everyone can't understand each other!"

Perhaps, I really think too much.

Zhilang's heart is mixed, because he has hurt his own people, so there is a shadow in his heart. Don't dare to touch the crowd anymore. Thinking that if they had avoided it, maybe their lives would have been happier.

It's just that these hesitations are lighted in this bowl of wine.

In this world, where there is hatred, there will be understanding, and where there is regret, there will be courage.

Zhilang smiled faintly, raised the bowl, and drank it all under the gaze of everyone.

There was an immediate burst of cheers around.

Zhilang put his hand to his heart, such a bowl of wine, the mouth is hot, and it stings a little when it passes through his throat, but the place of Shan Xin's heart is gradually warming, and it seems that it will continue to be warm like this.

He smiled, more relaxed than he had ever been.

After eating and drinking, the villagers gradually gathered around the campfire. They held hands and formed a big circle.

While walking, they dance a unique dance.

Sometimes he stops clapping and clasping his hands, and sometimes he raises his foot and kicks to his side.

The young people who have not yet married will also express their heartfelt feelings to each other in songs, expressing their unrestrained emotions implicitly.

Zhilang looked at them, not drunk, but his heart was drunk.

At the height of the excitement, everyone threw their torches into the bonfire.

For a moment, the flames rose high and rushed straight into the sky.

The curling sparks are flying, like vivid fireflies.

Xiao Man squeezed through the crowd to find Tilt, and he pushed her forward hard, asking her to join in.

Tilting Miao Jiao smiled, dragging Mo Yi with one hand and Zhilang with the other, pulling them into the dancing circle.

Zhilang and Mo Yi were unwilling. However, before they could escape, more enthusiastic villagers rushed over and blocked their retreat together.

Reluctantly went to the 'battlefield', the three of them held hands with the people next to them and walked forward with their rhythm.

Unwilling to let them be as expressionless and sluggish as two dead loaches, she kept frowning at them.

"It's that simple, and you'll be too!, and no one is allowed to pretend to be deep for me today!" she cried out, pouting so cutely.

Zhilang was slightly stunned, and then laughed heartily and loudly, very heartily.

This time, Chang Tilt Miao was a little overwhelmed, she blinked and looked at him, thinking, is he really drunk?

After the bonfire was over, he asked the village chief for four jars of wine, and then he was satisfied and ready to go home.

Walking on the mountain road, she jumped with ease and threw the wine jar to the two innocent people.

"Is that how you are usually bullied by her?" Zhilang suddenly asked Mo Yi.

Mo Yi sighed: "Basically, that's the case!"

Zhilang took a deep breath and said very lightly: "Then you, you are really happy!"

"What?" Mo Yi was puzzled.

"You don't understand?" asked Zhi Lang rhetorically.

Mo Yi raised his eyes to look at the cyan back, and there was silence for a while.

Zhilang shook his head and smiled: "It's better if you don't understand, if you do, this road should change..."

"What are you talking about, hurry up!" and called out to them, his voice crisp.

She jumped on a small rock, and suddenly began to sing loudly, her voice clear and sweet as soft honey. "Brother love, hey~~ If you like me, wear the apricot blossom with me..."

Zhilang's heart moved, such a day was like a dream. I may not have much chance to hear this kind of singing again.

Inexplicable reluctance, nostalgia...

The three of them walked for a while and returned to the small courtyard.

At some point, the moon rose from the thick clouds, and although it was not a full moon, it was also shining with a layer of clear light.

Tian Miao snatched the wine jar from the hands of the two of them, put it on the stone table, and said, "I don't want to sleep yet, in fact, we don't need to sleep in the first place!

She begged, knowing in her heart that such days would be short, and if she waited for Qing'e to wake up, she was afraid that she would immediately distance herself from Mo Yi.

No, Mo Yi shook his head first: "Although I'm not tired, I can't drink it all the time! I won't accompany him! I'll go to the room to see Qing'e, it stands to reason that she should wake up tomorrow! We're going to prepare this floating mirror, you should rest early!"

"It's because I'm going out—" He said anxiously, but he had already seen his feet walking across the courtyard.

She stood there in a daze, suddenly feeling ridiculous, stupid to the extreme.

"Sit down, I'll drink with you!" said Zhilang softly after a long time.

Tilt Miao was a little depressed, and he naturally drank a lot of wine.

The two of them bowled bowl after bowl, and the wine quickly bottomed out.

She babbled a lot, although Zhilang was also a little confused and drunk, but she still knew that she would not leave Mo Yi.

He stood up a little bored, and stood with his hands turned away from him.

The breeze blew the hem of her clothes, swaying in the afterglow of his eyes, like a kind of flirtatation.

Seeing that it was rare to be quiet, Zhilang suddenly hugged her from behind, very hard.

She struggled, but Zhilang didn't let go, but whispered in her ear, "Be quiet, just for a while." ”

He remembered the song he had just sung, conjured up an apricot blossom and put it in her hand, and said very softly, "Do you understand?"

"Are you drunk? She tilted her head to look at him.

"Maybe. He rested his head on her shoulder and said quietly.

"Huh?"

Zhilang slowly let go of his hand, still dotingly pressed the top of her hair and asked, "Miao, are you okay to stay here?"

Confused, I don't know how to answer.

Zhilang continued: "You see, you also like this village. How nice it is that we stay here together, without the distractions of this world... And, your sickness... You should have realized that even if there is a medicine for restraint, the effect of the medicine will become shorter and shorter, and eventually it will be completely useless!"

"I... My family is waiting for me to go back...", Qian Miao replied weakly in a little panic.

Zhilang saw her reluctance, so he planned to take a step back willingly.

"I don't need a permanent companion! only three hundred years! Actually, I already know the general method, but I need you to stay for three hundred years!" he said in a deep voice.

Hesitated, three hundred years, for her life, as short as a mortal's life span of a day. If you stay here, you can live a long life again.

Under the moonlight, she was thinking about it, but her mind was full of bits and pieces of her recent relationship with Mo Yi.

After a long time, she smiled faintly: "Zhilang, I don't think I can stay." Although, in terms of my life, 300 years is not a long time. But ah, I fell in love with someone, and if I stayed here, I would lose the opportunity to continue, and I am afraid that I will not be able to meet him again in this life. ”

Zhilang naturally understood who she was referring to, and he had already seen Mo Yi's forbearance and coldness.

He said coldly: "Can you be sure that you will be with him when you go out now? Don't be kidding! You know better than anyone what the end will be!"

She smiled, but the look in her eyes was brighter, and her resolute face was as clear and beautiful as the dew on the lotus leaves.

She replied quietly: "Moths are also going to put out fires." I didn't understand it before, but now I'd rather be confused. ”

Zhilang bit his lip, he understood that she was clinging to her hatred.

"If I go out, I may face the same separation. However, I thought I could buy more time with him, and then bet on his habits and reluctance to me. ”

"Do you really think he's that kind of person? If you choose, why wait until you get out? Who do you think he's guarding now?"

The next second, he was stunned, he clearly saw big tears slipping down from her eyes, and there was some ash under her eyes.

She whimpered, "But... But I like him so much, I can't find any other way! I don't have this option in my mind to give up. ”

Zhilang felt a pain in his heart, the woman in front of him knew what she should choose, but she couldn't help but go to the road of fire.

He took her into his arms and slowly closed his eyes.

They are also hurt people, but they can't comfort each other, and Zhilang feels that this is the most bitter thing in the world.

It's just that even though it is the most bitter, there is no place to turn around.