The trees are verdant, and the mountains at your feet are foggy.

The speed of chirping was very fast, and soon, he stood firmly in front of the bamboo hut from the worries.

Mingyuan boiled tea and sat down leisurely.

After a while, he frowned and waved his hand towards Liwu: "What are you doing standing outside?"

Li Wu had to walk in slowly and sit on the edge of Mingyuan.

Pouring tea into the cup, Ming Yuan glanced at the room and said, "In the future, you will use that room, and if there is anything missing, let Jiu Jiu take you down the mountain to buy." ”

He shook his head away from worry, but immediately shook his head.

Ming Yuan seemed to react, so he said lightly: "Mo Yi is no longer there, you can use it!"

Turning back from sorrow, the bed was indeed empty.

His heart was beating like a drum, and his body suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

She asked intermittently, "It's gone... What does that mean?"

Seeing his already red eyes, Ming Yuan immediately pressed the corner of his forehead: "Don't get me wrong. It's not here, it's just not here. He was fine a few days ago, but now he has some things to do, and he doesn't have time to thank you. ”

"What's so tense... I'm not thanking him for it. Li Wu said vaguely.

Mingyuan sighed. At the moment, apart from the matter of Kituma, what else could make him go in such a hurry?

What Mo Yi was thinking in his heart, even Ming Yuan couldn't figure it out.

Obviously, he promised Ziyu to take good care of his worries, but when he knew that Lou Xuantian and they were going to counterattack Beimarsh, he left immediately, leaving a mess for him.

He didn't answer, thinking that he didn't want to tell himself, so he asked timidly: "His body is all right?"

Ming Yuan woke up from his thoughts: "His body is no longer in serious trouble, thanks to your blood. ”

"Will he come back?"

He didn't tell me the time, maybe days, maybe months. Mingyuan replied honestly. Now that the recovery of Kituma is imminent, things are always going to be troublesome.

Li Wei nodded, she stopped talking, since she had already chosen to go to Qi Mountain, she was going to wait for him.

If you see each other again, you must ask him what he wants, don't mistake your lovesickness for someone else's, and misunderstand his future.

It's just that she didn't say these thoughts to Mingyuan.

She never talked about Mo Yi, even if she had his shadow in her heart all the time.

Leaving worries began to learn brewing and pharmaceuticals with Mingyuan.

Ming Yuan suddenly felt that time seemed to go back to his previous life, and he and Miao were like this at that time.

Time is the best way to accumulate experience. Mingyuan's skills have been tested for thousands of years, and there are obviously many detours left to worry about.

The mountains are silent, and the years seem to be stretched.

Li Wei dug out a jar of wine according to Mingyuan's instructions, and suddenly wanted to get drunk.

Counting today, it happens to be three years. She waited for Mo Yi for three years, but he didn't hear from him again.

She is neither a demon nor an immortal, with a short lifespan of just a few decades, her young days are only a few years. I don't know how long I can wait, the more I wait, the more faint the fire in my heart becomes.

She thought that if she really waited until the gray hair, even if he came back, she would not want to see him.

That's a woman's obsession, and she should always keep her best appearance in her lover's heart.

Thinking so, he sat down on the ground.

Flip the lid open, and the aroma of wine overflows. Aged old wine, just smelling it makes me feel my heart beating faster, like a drunken appearance.

Liwu took a big sip, and the warm liquid entered her stomach, so hot that her tears immediately fell.

My heart seems to have calmed down a little, and my mind has become chaotic.

As a result, the burning of those sorrows immediately turned into addictions, and they could not be stopped.

The book in Mingyuan's hand has been halfway finished, and he hasn't seen his worries come back.

He wondered, could it be that he had buried himself a little deeper, and it would take more effort?

It was already getting dark, and Ming Yuan took the lamp and went out to look for it. In the middle of the night, at the root of the tree where the wine was buried, he picked up the drunken man.

It's not an exaggeration to say 'pick up'.

When he found her, she was sitting on the ground with a jar of wine, crying and laughing.

With dirt on his face and body, he looks like a kitten that can't find a home.

Ming Yuan shook his head, he hadn't seen her drink for three years, and he was drunk like this for the first time.

twisted the towel to wipe her face for Liwu, not wanting her to struggle desperately, and muttered: "You go away... Other... Don't try to cheat me out of my wine!!"

With a headless sentence, Ming Yuan wanted to laugh, but he was silent after seeing her demeanor.

Her brows were tightly locked, her expression was serious and serious, and her lips were slightly open, as if she wanted to cry but it was like a fish in her throat.

is such a person, who squeezes himself into these pains and is forced to look like this by love.

Wine is such a strange thing that it can easily remove the disguise of a person, so that there is nowhere to hide the cowardice and pain that those who have tried their best to hide.

Mingyuan's lips tightened into a stiff line, and he remembered that three years, if he was just a white horse, if she was a pity, he couldn't get back.

"If you want to cry, be louder, I look uncomfortable with you like this!" Mingyuan said in a deep voice.

She tilted her head and squinted at Mingyuan, and after a while, she said with relief: "I'm not uncomfortable! Obviously, this wine is not good, and it is so spicy that I shed tears." ”

Ming Yuan was silent, he saw that her cheeks were red, and her eyes were bloodshot, and he was afraid that something would happen if he drank it again.

So he turned to leave, ready to get two bowls of sobering tea.

"Mo Yi, he lied to me!" The helpless sentence behind him had a somewhat sober tone.

Mingyuan stopped, as if he wanted to hear what she had to say.

"He said he wanted to hear me sing, and he said he wanted me to wait for him. Obviously, they all met, but he didn't say goodbye. Li Wei felt that her heart hurt very much, and she rubbed it desperately, her lips trembled, and big tears fell again.

"Mingyuan, what am I in his heart?" asked Li Wei raised his head, in a very humble posture, as if praying for an answer.

Ming Yuan moved his mouth, but said for a while: "I don't know." ”

I wanted to tell her that Mo Yi chased her for the third life, how could he not care. But what if she did, I was afraid that the longing in her heart would get deeper. If Mo Yi encounters an accident, or comes back every few decades, will she be waiting so miserably?

Li Wei propped his forehead, only to feel the temples suddenly jumping.

As soon as her elbow moved, the remaining half jar of wine fell to the ground and shattered, leaving the remnants of wine on the ground.

She suddenly became angry, and inexplicably became angry at Mingyuan: "What are you doing to drop it, you are too stingy to give me a jar of wine!"

Ming Yuan frowned, her appearance has not changed, but this wine is so bad compared to the previous life!

He sighed and said in a deep voice: "Why bother with such hard work? I still have a jar of wine, called 'Forgetfulness'." And he was buried under the fourteenth tree in front of the house. If you drink it, you will be able to forget those feelings. Do you want to try it?"

Seeing that he was not answering, he raised his eyes to look at her, but saw that she was already lying on the table and asleep, and he did not know whether she had heard those words.

Ming Yuan didn't have the time to move her in, he took a thin blanket from the inner room and draped it over her. I only wish that there would be no more pain in her dreams, and that there would be fleeting happiness, or short-lived.

On the second day, he woke up in a daze, and he didn't know where to go.

She went to the outer hall to freshen up briefly, but she didn't know what to do.

After sitting for a while, she walked out with a small shovel.

Walking under the fourteenth tree, she began to dig in the earth.

I didn't know what I had from last night's hangover, but after digging for a while, I was sweating all over my chest.

I sat down for a while.

She looked at the sky through the gaps in the leaves. The fog was still thick, and only a small half of the silhouette of the sun could be seen.

Do you want to forget?, she began to think.

After a while, she began to dig again, and this time she finally found something. As Ming Yuan said, it is a jar of wine, and it is a wine that can be forgotten.

She held it in her hand, and suddenly sat down on the ground, as if she was extremely tired, and did not move again.

I sat down until the night, and when the cold wind blew, I woke up again in vain.

She carried the jar and staggered deep into the woods.

Thinking that she couldn't let Mingyuan find it, it ruined her interest in drinking.

She hadn't eaten for a day, but she didn't feel hungry.

She took a sip of wine with her eyes closed, and the cold liquid went down her stomach, making her shiver with cold.

After a long pause, I tried to recall those things, but it was still clear.

I thought it wasn't enough, so I took one bite after another.

Mingyuan's wine, no matter what the recipe is, is full of stamina.

It didn't take long for Li Wu to feel dizzy, the world was spinning, and the two trees in front of him had become a big forest.

In a daze, it looks like I've really forgotten something.

But the pain in her heart became more and more obvious, and she couldn't stop, crying while drinking, and the big teardrops fell into the grass, staining everything under her feet drunk.

At the end of the drink, it seems that he has hallucinated. The person who should have forgotten suddenly appeared in front of him.

The same eyebrows and eyes, but the eyebrows are piled together, and there is a little angry look.

Reaching out to touch it in confusion, his face was cold, very soft, and very real.

She rose up, thinking that she had taken advantage of a dream, so she rubbed up with a shy smile and a satisfied expression on her face.

Mo Yi half-circled her and asked in a deep voice, "What kind of wine is this?"

Li squinted his eyes, looked at the wine jar for a long time, and said in a tail: "Forget the wine..."

Mo Yi sighed, lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "So, what are you going to forget?"

After a pause, he suddenly cried as if he had been greatly wronged. Tears welled up, and his voice choked: "Mingyuan is also a liar! You are all liars! Obviously it is said that it is a wine of forgetfulness, how can I still fantasize about you! I will wait for you to leave, and I will be uncomfortable for a long time!"

Mo Yi didn't know what to do with her for a while. He had just returned to Qishan, and Ming Yuan asked him to find it himself, and said that her wine was very poor and she shouldn't drink more.

He shook the jar, which was almost empty.

Is it a wine of forgetfulness? He also had a question in his heart.

"If you can really forget your feelings? Then I'll try to see if I can really forget anything. As soon as he had finished speaking, he lifted up the jar and made a gesture to take the last sip.

I was in a panic, and I didn't know what to think, so I suddenly snatched the wine jar and drank the last sip of it.

"If I don't give it to you, I won't give it... Hmm..."

Before she could finish her words, he held her face. He pried open her lips and teeth, domineeringly swept away the remaining wine in her mouth, and blocked what she was about to say.

Liwu's body stiffened, but he was quickly lost in this kiss.

Her wheezing was disordered, her mind was still chaotic, and she was dizzy.

After a while, she muttered, "Mo Yi...?"

He smiled faintly and whispered, "Yes." Sorrow, I remember you, and you remember me. This forgetful wine is very fake, and we are going to settle accounts with Mingyuan. ”

She looked at him in a daze, and suddenly cried out silently, and the tears fell on her hand, which was gently wiped away by his raised hand.

Mo Yi hugged her, obviously clinging to each other tightly, but still felt that it was not enough.

He groped her hand downward, interlocking his fingers with hers. It is the most intimate posture, without red threads, and it is also connected into an inseparable mortal knot.