In the end, Duan Yanshan did not say what the so-called price was, and after saying her name, she left a sentence "The game is about to start!" He left lightly, leaving Mr. Mo in the café with an ugly face. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mr. Mo didn't try to do anything to Duan Yanshan, he knew Lao Ding's strength.

When I fought with Yu Xingyun at the beginning, if I hadn't suddenly found that the consumption of immortal consciousness was far beyond expectations, and it was almost to the point where I could only last two or three days after the fight, I guess I would be able to help Mr. Mo win, right?

Now, Duan Yanshan is a soul of unknown level, and he still has a complete body, unlike Lao Ding, who is embarrassed by only one palm, and Mr. Mo is not at all sure that he can subdue Duan Yanshan in this situation.

Also, what does "game" mean?

Mr. Mo doesn't think it's just a simple game, once it starts, it is estimated that he will have to gamble his life or something. However, Mr. Mo is more worried about whether it will affect Xiaoqiu.

Only he is involved, and he can probably carry it through by gritting his teeth, and if even Xiaoqiu is implicated, it really depends on his fate.

Mr. Mo crossed his fingers with both hands, supported his chin, and continued to think with a solemn face.

Judging from Duan Yanshan's attitude, that organization has no plans to put him to death, if there is, it will be done directly, and there is no need to go through a lot of trouble.

This event is more like a trial or something, maybe ......

"Brother! Calling!! ”

Tut!

For the first time, Mr. Mo felt that it was not good to use the ringtone specially set for him by Xiaoqiu, and as soon as the bell rang, there was no idea. For him, noisy customers around him are completely out of the picture.

took out his mobile phone and saw that it was Li Xueyin.

This made Mr. Mo a little surprised, Li Xueyin only left with her parents last night, and Mr. Mo had already made a judgment that he could only meet again at the funeral, but now he suddenly received a call from her, and the feeling in his heart was really subtle!

Putting aside the messy thoughts in his heart, Mr. Mo answered the phone.

"Hello? Is it Momo? ”

Li Xueyin's gentle tone came from the other end of the phone, soft and delicate like spring breeze and rain, it was still this familiar voice, but Mr. Mo clearly heard a feeling of weakness and emptiness.

At the moment, I didn't care about complaining about the title of Mo Mo, Mr. Mo frowned tightly and said,

"It's me, can't you hold it anymore? Call me now. ”

"Well, yes, I feel like I can't sleep anymore, and I can't wake up if I sleep again."

The voice was calm, it seemed that it was really just an ordinary slumber in the face of it, Li Xueyin was actually the strongest person Mr. Mo had ever seen.

I don't know why, Mr. Mo wanted to laugh, but he couldn't, and he was inexplicably relieved. The frown that had just been furrowed loosened again, and Mr. Mo said in an extremely casual tone,

"It's a shame that I can't find a prince who can wake you up with a kiss, try not to sleep so fast."

"It's unexpectedly serious, Momo."

"yes, I can't be serious anymore, after all, there's nothing interesting for me to face."

There was a slight laughter on the other end of the phone, not to laugh at Mr. Mo, just a simple laugh, a happy laugh, Mr. Mo's eardrums seemed to touch the sound of jade texture, so warm, like a blue field warm day.

Does sound have a temperature? In the past, Mr. Mo would only say, only the emotions in his tone were warm and cold. Now, Mr. Mo inexplicably felt that there was a warm current coming from the sound, like the winter sun, melting every inch of the tense nerves and muscles in his body.

Golden-like warmth.

Mr. Mo came up with a strange analogy.

Shaking his head and throwing these strange reveries aside, Mr. Mo continued,

"Are you in the hospital now? Or in some hotels? ”

"Of course it's a hospital, after all, it's hard to clean up death elsewhere."

With a relaxed tone that doesn't matter to herself, Li Xueyin doesn't seem to be serious.

The birth of life is a solemn and sacred moment, but what about the disappearance of life? What kind of attitude should we have to face it?

Mr. Mo doesn't know, Li Xueyin doesn't know, they are just facing it in their own way.

Death, so horrible, yet so quiet.

"Yes, but you don't bother them with trouble, and it won't get in your way anyway."

Mr. Mo's idea is as self-interested as ever, but this suggestion came too late, and it is useless to talk about it now.

"Momo will definitely go down the wrong path in the future, if you keep thinking like this."

It seems that with a little blame, Li Xueyin responded.

"So what? I didn't feel like I was on the right path anyway. ”

Mr. Mo has long stopped caring about what is the right path and what is the wrong way, for him, it is meaningless.

"Speaking of which, your parents are nearby, right?"

"Well, here it is."

"Last night was really, I came back too late to see you for the last time."

Mr. Mo still has a small regret about this, even if he sees it.

"Aren't you going to see me one last time now?"

This sentence has been said before, Mr. Mo's answer is no, and then Li Xueyin came to him by himself. But now, Li Xueyin can't come, but Mr. Mo's answer is still refusal.

It's not that there is no need to see her last time, but that the last moments belong to her and her parents.

So be it! Anyway, there is nothing to talk about, Mr. Mo was about to hang up, but Li Xueyin suddenly asked a question,

"Na! Momo, you say, is life a comedy? ”

When is the familiar question? Three years ago? Five years ago? In short, I can't remember exactly. I only know that there was a childish girl with pigtails who asked this question to a boy next to her who was also childish but maintained an unhappy expression, and his answer was ......

"Of course it is!"

The same content, the same tone, in different time and space, in different moods, from the same mouth, and listening to it is still the same person.

Mr. Mok's answer was actually incomplete, and the answer at the time was accompanied by a sentence - however, the core of comedy is tragedy.

Li Xueyin also knows that her life is close to tragedy, a plain tragedy, but she also hopes to put on the coat of comedy, but unfortunately, the world did not respond to her wishes.

"I think so, Momo, so let's leave it at that! I hung up. ”

"Well, good dreams!"

A beep hang-up sound prompts a break in the sound channel, this time ...... Have a good dream......

On the other side, the girl who pressed the hang up button was silent, and she was already in tears, and her parents standing next to the hospital bed were also crying.

Li Xueyin didn't like Mr. Mo, and Mr. Mo didn't like Li Xueyin, they were just simple and only friends.

In fact, Li Xueyin still has a lot to say, I want to mention Mr. Mo's previous troubles, I want to talk about the strange dreams I encountered, and I want to make fun of Mr. Mo's messy interpersonal relationships...... There are a lot of small things to talk about, but at the end of the day, I really want to be with my parents more......

Mr. Mo also has unfinished words, and he shouldn't say things on the phone.

I think the world is a wonderful place. When the sun is clear, the trees are full of flowers, when it rains, the sun is sweeping through the city, the breeze is passing through the fingertips, the love songs played on every radio station at night, and the shadows spread out along every mountain road along the way, are all words and sentences that you write inadvertently, leaving me to read aloud year after year.

The world is your will, and I ...... It's your only relic.

Right now...... Really good night......