Wandering slightly, his eyes turned into the distance, and after a while of silence, he said: "I'm afraid that even if I treat you like this, your heart will not come to me." ”

Mao Qing nodded: "So, it's better to be friends." It doesn't matter if you get it, you don't care if you hurt it. ”

"So, what about him?" Xiang Youxuan pointed into the distance.

They are located on a high position, and the entire temple fair is almost in full view. Mao Qing looked over with his hand, and saw that Xiang Youlu was holding Mo Yi's hand and walking towards the temple, very intimate.

"You see, even such a cold person is not the only one you can get close to, right?" Xiang Youxuan continued.

Mao Qing did not answer. After a long time, he yawned and said lightly: "Go back~ I'm a little tired." ”

Xiang Youlu raised his eyebrows and smiled, and no longer pressed her. led the horse and rode with her to Xiangfu.

The Confucius Temple was crowded, and it was almost dusk when Mo Yi accompanied him to finish the incense.

"It's late, let's go back. Mo Yi looked at Tiansedao.

Youlu pouted: "It's not too late, it's not too late! You see that my brother hasn't come to look for us, and they must not have had enough fun!"

For some reason, hearing such words, his heart swelled with trouble.

"If you want to continue, let Xiaoping accompany you. I'll take my leave. Mo Yi was in a hurry to pull out.

Youlu still pulled him and didn't let go, and suddenly asked in a playful tone: "You like her, don't you?" ”

Mo Yi's figure froze, and he stopped, but he didn't answer.

Wander and simply let go and say all the words in your heart.

"You should know that you are a stranger to her. Whether it's a legend or a folk tale, even if there is an intersection, it will still be separated in the end. She is a demon or a god, and she will never be a stranger to you. You can't like her, you can never !!"

Forever... No...

Mo Yi pressed his heart, his fingers trembled slightly, and the pain there was like a knife.

After a long time, he turned around and glanced coldly.

With such cold eyes, his heart jumped in shock, and his hand instantly relaxed. When he came back to his senses, Mo Yi had already gone far away.

I wanted to call him, but that back against the lively crowd was a little sluggish.

Slowly pursed his lips, and finally he went.

At night, the figure fades away.

The smoke curls up, and it's warm and cold.

Mo Yi walked in a hurry at first, and then walked more and more slowly.

The houses were closed, and only two or three stalls were still lit.

He stood on the side of the road, looking up at a red flag in front of a stall with the word 'wine' written on it.

He remembered that the world had said that the white transparent liquid could relieve a thousand sorrows, so he raised his steps and found a place to sit down.

In the deserted shop, he was the only one, and he only drank a lot of money in front of the moonlight.

It's strange, obviously I don't drink a drop of alcohol, but after drinking for a long time, the more I drink, the more sober I become.

"Forever... Can't..."

The more I want to forget her, the more my heart is full of her shadow.

I raised the flask and tried to refill it in the glass, but there was not a drop.

He smiled to himself and shouted in a dumb voice: "Another pot of wine." ”

Xiao Er walked over in a voice, did not take the wine, but replied with some displeasure: "We are ready to close the stall." ”

Mo Yi was stunned, shook his dizzy head, couldn't walk a step, but still wanted to drink more.

Because of the cool thing, it burns in the throat, but it seems to relieve some heartache.

"Go get a pot! I'll take it, along with this man who was drunk like mud. ”

Such a familiar female voice in my ears.

He suddenly raised his head, his vision blurred, and his eyes were full of cherry colors.

The breeze is gentle, and the moon is like a jade plate.

Mao Qing hugged Mo Yi and carried wine, and the two of them were silent.

He staggered until he reached the embankment of the canal river.

Mao Qing sighed, helped him to sit on the grass, and looked at him quietly with his cheeks in tow.

Ten miles of warbler grass, a hundred miles of moonlight.

He reached out and took the jug of wine beside her, and muttered, "I'm not drunk..."

I don't know if I'm telling it to myself or to her.

I tried hard to pull out the cork, but I felt weakness in my hands.

"The more people who can say that, the more drunk they are. With a flick of his fingers, he cast some spells, and the plug fell on the grass.

"Look, this is the canal river, that's the moon. Mo Yi pointed to those scenes and said very seriously, wanting to prove to her that he was really not drunk.

"What about me?" asked Muqing as she looked at him.

"You... You are... Be... White Rabbit Essence. He replied drunkenly.

When the words fell, his fingers were put down weakly, the corners of his lips pursed, and his heart hurt so badly that he seemed to have to rely on something to calm himself down.

If not wine, what else could it be?

Trembling, she watched the moonlight coat her silhouette with a layer of soft silver.

He suddenly let go of the flask in his hand, put his hand behind her head, and leaned over to kiss her on the lips.

Such a hard hug, such an affectionate tossing and turning.

His warm breath mixed with the aroma of aged wine soaked into his heart and lungs, and he did not hide, and even indulged very much.

Maybe it's because he's drunk, and maybe it's because the night has blinded her.

The moonlight is thinning, everything is quiet, and only the sound of the wine in the pot flowing into the soil can be heard.

He closed his eyes and didn't want to bother with it. Because of this moment, he no longer needs those desolate salvations...

Lan Ruosu night, thin cicadas chirp.

A sleeve of agarwood, the midnight is long.

Mo Yi opened his eyes slightly, and the morning light passed through the tissue paper window, and the sky was already bright.

I don't know when I have returned to my room in Xiangfu.

Struggling to sit up, my head splitting.

pressed the corner of his forehead, and recalled some fragments of yesterday in a trance.

Stunned for a while, he spread out his five fingers and put them in front of his eyes.

There seems to be a fragrance in her hair on the fingertips, but it wasn't a dream!

God, what did he do? Is wine such a charming thing?

But was she drunk too? Why didn't she dodge?

Still is....

Just thinking about this, a person suddenly stood in front of the door, blocking a little light, and imprinted a slender figure on the stone slab of the room.

"Are you awake?" asked Mao Qing very softly as he stood at the door.

Mo Yi hurriedly walked to the door, his hand was already on the door, and he was about to open it, but he paused again.

At this time, I'm afraid it's the most embarrassing, right?

So he let go of his hand and answered softly: "Just woke up." Last night... I..."

"You were drunk last night. So... I understand, it wasn't your intention. I wouldn't have bothered with you!" she interrupted him, hurriedly.

"Hmm. He said lightly, his throat was dry and hoarse, but he was a little disappointed in his heart.

"Today I'm going to start preparing for the appearance of the red fox. I'll go to the room and keep watch first. A hangover isn't good, you can sleep a little longer! However, remember to drink some porridge, Xiaoping will send it over. Mao Qing's voice instructed softly. As soon as the words fell, he pulled away.

Mo Yi stood in front of the door for a long time, until her footsteps were too far away to be heard, and then she sat quietly on the bed, her mind in chaos, not knowing what she was thinking.

At night, it's a little dreary. It seemed that heavy rain was coming, and there was not even a hint of fresh wind.

Only the moonlight was shiny, and the brilliance was like mercury spreading to the ground through the cracks in the eaves and leaves, like fresh snow in early winter.

Sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, the candle flame flickering in the room, imprinting her trembling shadow.

Mao Qing sat idly outside the room, playing a small fan in one hand and nibbling on a white radish in the other, and commented to himself by the way: "Dry, such a big mansion, I can't even pick a radish." ”

"Huh~" suddenly handed over a watery carrot in front of him.

Mao Qing raised her eyes, her eyes met, and Mo Yi was looking down at her.

The white clothes are fluttering, hearty and clear, and the nature is natural.

"I'm not hungry. Mao Qing lowered his head, and a touch of blush flew on his cheeks.

"Why are you the only one here?" asked Mo Yi, crouching down as he shoved the carrot into her arms.

"I sent them away. A bunch of people were around for no reason, but they were in a hurry. ”

Mo Yi looked around: "It's already like this, will the red fox not come?"

Mao Qing pursed his lips and thought about it: "There is no need for him to do this, I am worried, could it be that he noticed that someone suddenly came, so he deliberately postponed the date?"

But before the words fell, a gust of wind suddenly rose out of thin air.

The wind swept up the fallen leaves on the ground, forming a small swirl shape, and even the corners of the skirt with a clear color were a little messy.

Mo Yi's expression froze, stretched out his hand to block Mao Qing's side, and said in a deep voice: "He's here." ”

Mao Qing frowned and looked at him, thinking to himself I didn't even feel movement, how can you be so sure as a mortal?

As soon as I saw the branches and leaves in the courtyard swaying, the hibiscus flowers bloomed delicately and prosperously, and the fragrance was fragrant, as if it was going to exhaust the fragrance of a lifetime.

Slowly, the wind stopped and the trees were quiet, and a man in crimson clothes stood in front of the two.

The placket is slightly open, and the gold silk phoenix belt is tied diagonally at will.

The face is like a bright jade moon, and the beauty is not inferior to the prosperous hibiscus.

Mao Qing's mouth opened wide, and he glanced at Mo Yi in disbelief, and then turned to the man in red and asked, "Are you?"

"Oh, isn't it possible that you're not waiting for me?" the man in red had a pleasant face and was very easy to get close to.

Mao Qing jumped over and looked around him, his eyes full of doubts: "Are you really the Red Fox?

"Why do you ask?" the man in red looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"Your red dust smell is too strong, and you don't look like you want to return to the immortals. Mao Qing said with his hands clasped and nodded to himself.

The man in red smiled heartily: "Yes." Since I was reluctant to bear the red dust, it was delayed to this day. You've seen it too, and I've gotten into such an idle matter again. ”

"If it's the Xiang family's idle matter, I really want to ask about it. Why did you remind Xiang Youlu several times to take her away, could it be that you have taken a fancy to her and want to marry her back as a wife?"

"You white rabbit spirit, I'm afraid I've seen too much drama in the mortal world, can't you see that I'm trying to save her?" The man in red saw Mao Qing's original body at a glance.

Hearing this word, Mao Qing immediately noticed something strange.

Anyway, they have been chatting for so long, and the movement is not small. Why didn't Xiang Xiang react at all, and even this huge Xiang Mansion didn't run out of a person to watch the excitement?