Mo Yi lowered his head, avoiding her burning gaze.

His voice trembled slightly, and anyone could hear the unnaturalness in his tone: "Liking is not such a simple thing, you are still young, and many things, especially emotions, do not understand very well." ”

"Little?" said with a smile, "You must think I'm joking, right?" I always love to lie to you, and I like to see you angry because you've been fooled. But this time it's true! I don't think it's possible, but it just happened—" Her voice slowly weakened.

She rested her head on her arm and looked sideways at him, waiting for his answer, not wanting to let go of the slightest change in his expression.

"It's getting late, let's talk about it tomorrow!"

After a long time, he dusted off his sleeves and tried to stand up.

"No! I said it today, and I must have a result! Tomorrow... Maybe there won't be that guts anymore. So, tell me, what do you think?" he grabbed him, using a lot of force.

Mo Yi half-closed his eyes, and said with a hint of depression in his voice: "I, I have someone I like." ”

"I know. Tilt replied immediately.

Mo Yi recalled in her mind, and she never seemed to have revealed this like her.

"So, I can't give you anything. You'd better forget about it!" He turned to the side, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible.

I caught a glimpse of the misty appearance out of the corner of my eye, and there was a trace of pain in my heart.

She shook her head incessantly, tears streaming down her cheeks.

But she smiled and said, "I knew you would answer that! But if I don't listen to you myself, I really can't die!"

"Why bother... Even if I can give you some response, it's a different race. After all, they will be cut off by their own rules. It's better for you to break this thought sooner. Mo Yi frowned, and said in a deep voice.

"It's because you don't know love, right? If you really like me, you won't take the rules and races to heart. So, it's all a cover-up, it's all just because you don't like me. She was a little reluctant, and she didn't like it when he used it as a reason.

"I can't do it with you, you just want this answer. I'll give it to you now, and I won't have to ask again. Mo Yi took her hand, and gently brushed it away from his sleeve.

She felt the fabric rub against her fingertips and then go.

Finally, the distance between her and him became more stark.

She lowered her head and looked at the wound on her stomach oozing red blood. Covering his heart and smiling bitterly, he thought that the most painful thing was obviously here...

"You... Do you still want to follow me?" Mo Yi asked very lightly.

He was stunned for a moment and nodded slowly.

When the two of them rushed to the next destination, they thought silently that the Yuan Shen had already collected two, and at such a speed, it should not be difficult to get out of this floating mirror.

At that time, he and Qing'e will be able to reunite, and he will really be nothing, right? Those favoritism and rescue will turn into ruthlessness and hostility.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt aggrieved and unwilling.

With these emotions in mind, after flying for another day, the two countries on the border were at war.

Seeing the corpses below, the dirty blood flowed down the river.

Mo Yi glanced at it lightly and said: "Great wars often involve plagues, whether they win or lose, the two city-states that started the war are afraid that they will be reborn once." ”

"Are you going to stop them?" asked Tilt.

"How to stop it?"

She pondered for a moment and replied, "Erect a high wall between the two countries so that it is difficult for them to violate each other." ”

"Have you forgotten? I told you that many things cannot be understood without being in the same position. War is their inevitable development, and reunification can ensure long-term peace. Even if I do put up a wall for them, there is a difference between inside and outside, and jealousy, greed, will drive them to want to dominate. In the end, it is only a matter of time before the wall will be knocked down, no matter how high. ”

Looking down, his eyes full of sympathy and asked, "So, in your opinion, at present, this battle has come to an end, right?"

"One day at most, it's time to stop!" Mo Yi asserted.

Tilting anxiously asked, "Can we stay for two more days?"

Mo Yi frowned: "Why? Didn't I tell you? This is a bloody baptism that a national city must go through." ”

She muttered, "I'm just trying to avoid the plague for them." ”

Mo Yi was silent for a while, but said ruthlessly: "I don't want to delay these things any longer! you either go with me, or stay here and do what you want!"

She glanced at him deeply, and there was a hint of loss in her eyes. Biting his lip, he lowered the clouds and headed straight towards the battlefield filled with gunsmoke.

Mo Yi stood above, faintly watching the cyan back getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared.

He suddenly felt that maybe it would be good for him and her to end up like this.

Then he raised his right hand, recited the sound lightly, and quickly left on the cloud.

Tan Miao didn't look back, sensing his backway, and the tears in the corners of his eyes couldn't hold back again.

quickly wiped away his tears, still without hesitation.

She was born a demon, and no one has taught her those good intentions. Besides, this floating mirror world has nothing to do with her, she just wants to see if he will be willing to stay here with her, even if he says that he doesn't love her, she hopes that he can be willful with her.

However, he still left. If the storyteller is gone, the tea is cold, and no one adds a cup to continue.

Tilt shook her head and fell to the river. Although the original intention was not to do this, but having made such a choice, I must do it well.

First, a spell was used to fill the river with a large amount of mud, blocking the sewage and preventing it from flowing underneath the river.

Then she flew to the vicinity, found some substances that could be used to purify the water, and threw them all into the water. In this way, after three or five days, the water will be ready to use.

Then, she was invisible and stood in the middle of the battlefield, indifferently watching whose knife licked whose neck and whose spear pierced whose heart. Behind these short lives like mayflies, how much reluctance and how many sad sighs are finally annihilated by the flames of war, and no one will ever know again.

Red and gray haze form a blur of the eye. Until the end, although there were thousands of people, only her heartbeat and breathing echoed above the dead who could not return home.

It wasn't long before she could clean up the mess before hungry vultures flew in flocks and began to peck at the corpses.

He turned into a shape, waved his hand and lit a false fire.

Although the fire was an illusion, it carried the temperature of purgatory, and frightened away these birds of prey.

Then, crouching down, she conjured a pen and paper, and began to draw the faces of the dead soldiers one by one.

Covering up the bloodstains, imagining their warm smiles, painted one by one, very seriously.

After each painting, a samadhi fire was lit, burning up the corpse and the bloody breath.

Finally, the ashes are placed in a small white porcelain vase and rolled in thin paper.

Some of the warriors' faces were too blurry to be discerned.

She searched for something special about them as much as she could, or something she loved on them, and reproduced them on paper in words or pictures.

She moved very fast, but she didn't sleep for two days.

These warriors live and die for the country, but they don't even have a single person to collect their bodies.

She is not afraid of this kind of dead and silent place, but she does this sincerely, looking forward to the day when she dies alone, there will be kind-hearted people who can treat her like this.

The vases were then distributed to the homes of the envoys of various countries.

When she had done this, she stood in the middle of the street, and many people came and went, but no one knew her.

She looked left and right, and she didn't know which direction to go.

I suddenly wanted to see the stories behind the soldiers who died on the battlefield, so I went to a small village.

Among the people lining up to receive the vase, one of the women caught her eye.

She had a clean face, a hairpin with a white flower, and her hand caressed her high bulging abdomen, but there was no sadness.

Tilt Miao walked over and tried to nod and smile at her.

"Dead?"

"My husband. She looked over at the long queue and said naturally.

"You... Aren't you sad?" pointed to the fact that everyone was crying with their sleeves covered.

The woman looked at her calmly and said, "Sad." But I also feel lucky. In the past, the bodies of many people were buried in the sand, but my husband was able to come home and give me a place to worship. And," she said, looking down at her lower abdomen, "I still have children, and we have hope." This kind of love, stick to it, and if you stick to it, it's there after all. He went there to have a more stable country for me and my children, and although his strength was too small to change anything, I felt very happy just by understanding his intentions. It's really nice to be able to understand each other. ”

The woman curled her lips and smiled quietly.

"It's so good, you have someone to miss!" When she said this, she felt aggrieved.

The woman smiled more briskly, and she pointed behind her: "But you, now there is someone who can be cherished immediately!

She turned around in surprise, and when she turned around, under the banyan tree, Mo Yi was looking at her with her hands, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

She ran over with a brisk step, as if she had never been happy.

She didn't ask him why he came back, just looked at him and smiled: "I suddenly feel that it's a good thing to like you." ”

Her smile was clean and bright, like a gentle spring day, and he couldn't escape it.

"Let's go, don't do the things of the first two days..."

Tilt immediately interrupted him: "I understand your intentions, so I don't ask for a response anymore." But... I can continue to like you! I like you even more, with the liking I expect from you! This double liking is the same as liking each other, isn't it?"

She said persistently, constantly regressing. It was as if liking it would make her leave everything behind and go down to the dirt.

Mo Yi's heart trembled, because on the soil, when he was stingy to give any irrigation, after all, a beautiful flower bloomed that people couldn't ignore...