Fluctuating high and low, the half-pull spell of Mao Qing flew two hundred miles against the wind, and finally almost fell from the low sky.

"Huhu~" Holding his hands on his knees and lowering his head, he panted roughly, "I'm tired, you look like a weak scholar, pour... It's pretty heavy..."

"Grunt~" Before the words were finished, a strange sound suddenly sounded.

Mo Yi didn't answer, just squinted at her stomach.

Mao Qing's face was red, but he deliberately raised his voice: "What are you looking at? Immortals are also hungry!"

"I'm afraid you don't practice enough!" Mo Yi said coldly and teased her.

"Say whatever you want! I just want to eat a full meal now, and then find a warmer place to sleep, I really don't want to leave!" replied indignantly.

Mo Yi put his hand on his eyebrow bone and looked at the mountain wine flag in the distance, which seemed to be a small town.

Thinking that it was still early this time, my mother also had peach blossom essence to take care of, so I could indeed take a break before going on the road.

He immediately nodded and agreed: "Then let's go to the town in front of me today to rest for a night, and then go on the road tomorrow morning!"

"Ahh

Mo Yi smiled lightly and shook his head, this is really a realistic display of 'Wangmei quenching thirst'.

Half an hour later, the two finally reached the streets of the town.

This small town less than five miles long was named Lingxi Town because it relied on the Lingxi Snow Mountain.

Standing in the middle of the street, he sniffed the air around him fiercely, and sighed lightly: "It's so fragrant~ Which restaurant should we go to?"

Looking back at Mo Yi, he found that he was frowning and motionless, so he stepped forward and pushed him.

"Hurry up!"

"Wait... I found a very important problem. ”

"What?" said he looked at him with his waist crossed.

"Do you have any broken silver or string money?" Mo Yi asked tentatively.

Mao Qing shook his head frankly.

"Then, can you conjure it?" Mo Yi's expression was a little obscure.

Mao Qing shook his head honestly again.

Mo Yi sighed helplessly, thinking that he really thought highly of her.

"Ha?!!! do you mean that you don't have any money, and then you want me to continue to be hungry? How can you be so cruel!!" Hao Qing finally reacted and kicked him angrily.

Mo Yi turned around coldly, and now she had no strength to care.

Thinking quietly, he looked around the street.

His eyes fell on the pawnshop sign not far away, and he had a plan.

The two of them walked into the pawnshop, took the last remaining cloak and used it as fifty wen, and prepared to rely on these silver taels to find a small inn nearby to rest.

Mao Qing took the whole string of money in his hand and weighed it, and kept sighing: "The things that the immortal family's body hair and skin are only worth so much, mortals really don't know the goods, they don't know the goods!!

"If you are reluctant, you can change it back immediately before we are far away. Mo Yi said lightly.

"I don't want it! Don't provoke me!" Mao Qing immediately hugged the money string tightly, took a step back, and looked at him warningly.

"Let's go! The inn will be closed if you rub it any longer!" Leaving this sentence abandoned, unwilling to wait for her any longer, Mo Yi quickened his pace.

After a while, the two stood still in front of the counter of the inn, listening to the shopkeeper give them an "offer".

"Two taels of silver a day in the upper room, and forty wen a plate of beef..."The shopkeeper's greasy fingers flipped through the account book.

"I'm sorry, may I ask what the cheapest rooms and food are here?" Mo Yi interrupted the shopkeeper and bowed humbly.

"I don't have a lot of money, so I should say it earlier!" the shopkeeper glanced at them nonchalantly, and his tone was extremely impatient.

Mao Qing's sharp eyes stared at him, and his small fists were clenched, but he was held down by Mo Yi.

Gritted his teeth, this mortal is really nosy!

"Well, there is the cheapest simple room, only forty wen a night. In addition, steamed buns and fruits and vegetables are all two pennies each. "The shopkeeper continues.

"That's a simple room, two steamed buns and..." Mo Yi subconsciously looked at Mao Qing and asked her what she wanted to eat.

"Carrot !!," Mao Qing shouted as she tugged at Mo Yi's sleeve.

I had expected it a long time ago, Mo Yi said in his heart.

"Then two steamed buns and three carrots!

"Fifty wen in total, let's pay the bill first!" the shopkeeper crackled the abacus, and then stretched out his hand towards them.

Mao Qing bit her lip, and finally reluctantly handed over the treasure money skewer.

When he arrived in the room, he looked around, and his mouth kept "tsk".

"It's so simple that it can't be simpler! Even this oil lamp cover is broken!"

"Actually, if you are willing, you don't have to be so wronged. Mo Yi tilted his head to look at her and said idly.

He sat down at the head of the bed angrily: "Don't look at me like that! I know that if I change my cloak or something else to pawn, we should eat and drink spicy food now!"

After a slight pause, Mao Qing suddenly stood up and pulled one of Mo Yi's hairs off.

"Hiss~" Mo Yi snorted lightly and glared at her fiercely.

"Look, look, look, you know that it hurts, too! I need to use my body to change anything! For those two cloaks, I am about to be plucked under my ears to be bald!" After speaking, he pulled his ears to show him, forgetting that he was still a human at this time, and Mo Yi could see something.

He frowned and glanced at it, turned his head, and said in a disgusted tone: "How can there be such a rude woman, there is no immortal temperament at all." ”

After finishing speaking, he seemed to feel that he had gone too far, so Fang added another sentence: "It's because I understand that I haven't asked you to change anything." After all, even if you survive, you still have to rely on your own efforts to survive. ”

"Who taught you this?"

"My mother. When I was born, I was regarded as unknown by the villagers, and my life was extremely difficult. My mother told me at that time that everyone must live to find something or wait to meet someone, and if you feel bitter, you must be stronger, only in this way you will not miss some people or things, maybe that is the meaning of your birth. Mo Yi looked at the oil lamp with the flickering candle shadow and said in a deep voice. It seemed to be the first time he had mentioned his life story to anyone, and he didn't understand why he had just told her this.

Mao Qing held his cheeks, and there was a gray shadow in his heart that was rising and falling.

Indeed, I have lived for so long in search of something. Is it true that both humans and elves are the same?

"It's really boring, let's fill my stomach and talk about it!" Moqing interrupted the subtle silence and picked up the carrot and nibbled on it.

Mo Yi then sat down and ate two steamed buns roughly, so that he could eat a full stomach.

When it was time to sleep, Mo Yi took a thin quilt and slowly spread it on the ground.

Haoqing sat on the bed and swung his legs around, the radish rattled loudly, and muttered, "What are you doing here?"

"Bedding is sleeping. Mo Yi replied without raising his head.

"Oh. So you don't like to sleep in bed, is it your habit to sleep on the floor, what a peculiar!"

“.....”

Mo Yi was speechless and sighed slightly: "There is only one bed collapsed here, am I not sleeping on the ground with you?"

Mao Qing stuffed the last half of the radish into his mouth, full of confidence: "Why not? As soon as the words fell, he changed his original body and nested in the corner of the bed.

"Look, doesn't take up any space at all. The snow-white rabbit in the corner moved his ears.

Mo Yi pressed the corner of his forehead, hoping that he was indeed overthinking. This elf is very different from mortals, where does it come from to say that men and women are not kissable?

So, he put the quilt on the bed again, blew out the oil lamp, patted the little white rabbit's head, and then took off his shoes and socks and lay down in the quilt.

"An Meng. He said lightly.

"Huh?" said he jumped to the pillow and looked at him, "What are you talking about?"

Mo Yi turned his head quietly, looked back at her furry, disc-like face in the hazy moonlight, and said in a deep voice: "An Meng is telling you that I am ready to go to bed, I hope you have a good dream." ”

Mao Qing licked his hairy paws and said sullenly: "It's a strange custom again!"

Mo Yi thought slightly, staring at the corner, as if talking to her and talking to herself: "It's the first time I've left home when I've grown so big, and the first time I've not slept in my own bed." ”

"So you miss it?" asked Haoqing.

"Except for pronunciation and writing, it is very new to me. I'm afraid you won't understand it even more, right?" Mo Yi's voice slowly sank into his heart, like drinking a cup of extremely bitter tea.

Mao Qing's heart was full of mixed feelings, such words seemed to pull up her hidden sorrows, and her tone suddenly became serious: "Why don't I understand? Why don't you tell me why I don't understand? Immortals or long-lived elves don't have feelings? Mo Yi, you are really wrong!" In fact, it has been sinking there all the time, and I can't float up even if I want to..."

At that time, she was still the appearance of a white rabbit, her ears hung down in frustration, her small round nose trembled slightly, her upper body stood up, and she looked up at the full moon in the sky through the broken paper window.

That's what he didn't know about her.

"Okay, I'll take it back..."Mo Yi realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing.

The little nose of the clear snorted for a long time, and by the way, he glared at him fiercely: "Stretch out your hand!"

I don't know why, but I still handed my hand over.

"Hiss~" Mo Yi frowned and inhaled, only to see the little rabbit bite down heavily.

The pain was terrible, but he didn't withdraw his hand, and he couldn't get angry in his heart.

Just because he remembered a funny allusion: rabbits will bite when they are in a hurry.

After a long time, Mao Qing relieved his mouth, jumped twice and nested back into the corner, and said in a low voice: "An Meng." ”

Mo Yi was stunned, and then nodded lightly.

The back of his hand was bitten deeply, spilling a trace of blood, a little painful but he felt that maybe this was what he should have suffered.

He didn't know how to get along with people since he was a child, but just then he felt that he was staying with the elf who was out of reach, and he seemed to be able to express his feelings more calmly.

Just like Mao Qing, the feelings are clear, happy is happy, and sadness is not hidden.

Looking out the window, half of the moon's face could be seen faintly, and the silver glow sprinkled on the ground, falling into the silence of the room.

Until he fell asleep, Mo Yi was pondering, what exactly is 'missing'?