"Miss, you can't go outside anymore. (. starter)" a maid said anxiously, but she didn't dare to stop it.

"The weather outside is fine, it'll be fine, if Mr. blames it, I'll take care of it for you."

These days have been recuperating in the house, Qiu Mo feels that she is about to turn into wood, except for Ye Zhen who comes to see her every day is Ziyang's extremely attentive care.

She still didn't say too much to Ye Zhen, he always asked her to answer, until she was finally tired and sleepy, and he reluctantly left.

Ziyang said that her body was weak, so he ordered someone to buy back a large number of precious and rare supplements, and let Ziyang watch her eat it every day.

After eating like this for a few days, the original pale face gradually regained its ruddyness, but a heart is still full of holes and cannot be cured.

The sun outside was just right, and the shreds fell on the maple forest, and she was wearing a cotton pajama and a light pink sweater with an open cardigan, pacing slowly along the tree-lined path, and the maid had been following behind.

I don't know how long I walked, Qiu Mo turned back to the maid and said, "You go back first, don't follow me all the time." ”

The maid hurriedly said respectfully, "Sir said, take care of your body at all times." ”

"My body knows on its own, I'm not going to go far." Qiu Mo looked at her with firm eyes, although the maid usually thinks she is a gentle and quiet person, but when she really sees her look at people with that kind of eyes, she is still stunned, so she quickly lowered her head and said, "If the young lady has anything, just shout, and I will come over immediately." ”

"Well, you go get busy." Qiu Mo nodded at her and continued to walk forward.

The leaf mark pierced her so that the swing was hanging alone on the tree pole, Qiu Mo walked over, gently pushed it with her hand, and watched the swing swing, but her face was dyed with a touch of sadness.

She didn't dare to swing by herself now, and the wound still hurt as soon as she pulled it, so she could only sit on it, holding the ropes on both sides with both hands, and her feet didn't dare to leave the ground, swaying slowly.

The warm sun seeps into the blood from the skin, and the warmth flows to the limbs.

She didn't know what she was thinking, when she suddenly heard a sound of footsteps behind her, stepping on the fallen leaves smoothly and forcefully.

Her heart was pounding wildly, almost rushing out of her chest.

Someone who didn't have to see him, she could tell it just by the sound of his footsteps.

How so? She thought that she had done enough for him to give up; She thought that she would probably never see him again in her life, but why, he came.

Feeling the stiffness coming from her body, Qiu Mo slowly turned her head from the swing.

The sunlight cast a faint shadow on his red maple leaves.

He blocked out a piece of light, and his figure was handsome and tall.

It's just that this person who is slowly coming over is really Leng Xiao?

He was more like a soldier who had just stepped down from the battlefield, covered in wounds.

I don't know where I lost my coat, but I wore only a white shirt, the sleeves of which were clenched all the way to my elbows, revealing my strong forearms.

His black trousers and leather boots were splattered with mud, and his white shirt was even more dirty.

He walked with a slight limp, probably from a leg injury.

His face was bruised in many places, and some of the wounds were covered in mud.

Even if it was so embarrassing, those eyes were still as dark as if they had been dipped in ink, faintly shining with colorful waves.

One of his hands was kept in the shirt on his chest, as if he was covering his chest, as if he was hiding something.

Qiu Mo had never seen him like this, as if he had just crawled out of the mud.

The blue under his eyes was obviously a long time since he had slept well, and the slightly bulging cheekbones made him even thinner.

Qiu Mo sat there petrified, feeling distressed and didn't know what to do, how much she wanted to rush over and hug him, and then kiss him, and ask him what was wrong?

But her body seemed to be frozen, and she could only watch him get closer and closer.

It seemed that it took him a lot of effort to get to her, and then he looked at him from top to bottom, and a smile bloomed at the corner of his thin sexy lips, which instantly melted the sun, dyed the autumn leaves red, and dazzled like gold.

"Momo." He called her name softly.

Qiu Mo finally raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, wanting to see him more clearly, trance-like so unreal, lest they meet in a dream.

"Momo, what do you think I brought you?" The hand he had been holding on his chest was slowly taken out, and a magnolia flower that had long withered was attached to his finger as if it had come to life.

"Mulan?" Qiu Mo blurted out in surprise.

He nodded, a thick smile in his eyes, "Momo, have you ever heard of the legend of the Moon Old Tree?" ”

The legend of the moon tree is a story that circulated in Qiu Mo's former school A, it is said that a junior girl likes a boy of the same level, and the two are very good, but the boy disappeared in a sudden earthquake, and the girl was grief-stricken and couldn't sleep at night. In order to let her get out of the shadow of pain as soon as possible, her family took her to Taihang Mountain to relax.

That night, the girl couldn't sleep, so she went up the mountain alone to admire the moon, but unexpectedly saw a white magnolia flower on a tree and a red thread.

The girl put the magnolia flower in her bun and happily went back, but the next day she was told that her boyfriend had been found, and he was not dead, but had a broken leg.

The girl did not hesitate to marry the boy, and then took care of him for the rest of his life.

This legend is only spread in A, saying that the person who finds the old tree of the moon can pin the flower to his lover's bun and stay with his beloved until he is old.

Li Xiang was a student at University A, so she knew about this legend, and it was she who told Leng Xiao.

"This magnolia." Qiu Mo felt a strong sourness in her nose surging upward, and she pointed to the withered flowers in Leng Xiao's hand in disbelief... "This is the ?。。。 on Taihang Mountain"

Leng Xiao nodded, and slowly stretched his hand to her bun: "Momo, do you know?" What was I thinking when I saw the white flowers blooming on the old moontree? I'm thinking, even God has come to pity me, and he doesn't want me to lose you, so he gave me a chance, I like you, for a long time, waiting for you, it's been a long time, I love you deeply, it's been a long time, now, I'm going to double down on keeping you, double down on attracting you, stay by my side, longer than a long, long time, do you say okay, Cup? ”

The last two words seemed to drain Qiu Mo of all her consciousness, and only a clear chaos remained in her brain.

Cup, what does he call himself?

He... Did he remember?

Qiu Mo felt her fingertips tremble, tears filled her eyes in an instant, and her black and white eyes reflected his smiling face.

Her body trembled unconsciously, as if she was scared and excited.

He made this appearance and ran to Taihang Mountain, in order to find the legendary moon tree for her, he was scarred, but this flower was not damaged at all except for natural withering, how he carefully wrapped it all the way, and protected it.

Her tears finally fell uncontrollably, and large drops fell on the maple leaves, making a subtle horn sound.

He called her Cup, and he finally remembered that autumn day, when they were in the little wooden house together, and she looked at him and said seriously, "If there was only one Cup and a fish, who would you choose?" ”

Without hesitation, he replied, "Cup." ”

Why don't I call the cup cup and you call the cup, so we separate the cups.

Going round and round, back and forth, they continued the cup again.

Thousands of emotions filled my heart, but I couldn't kill the helpless sorrow.

She was ruthless, and finally waved away his hand that had stopped in his hair, but he obviously did not expect that as soon as the hand was released, the magnolia would fall on the dead leaf like a butterfly with broken wings, white and dazzling, haggard and frightening.

She looked away, her black hair obscuring her small face, her voice coming from her throat, a cloud obscuring the sun overhead.

"Leng Xiao, why are you bothering to do these boring things, what a moon old tree, that's just a ridiculous legend, only teenagers would believe it, you and I are past that age. No matter what you do, you can't change this fact, I don't love you, I love Ye Zhen. ”

Leng Xiao looked at her, and felt that the leaves in front of her seemed to float, and there was only a sharp whistling sound in her ears, one after another, overwhelming the sky.

He went around the mountains for her, not even caring about life and death, just to get a legendary magnolia, but in the end, she only said these few words to him.

He still held her thin shoulders without giving up, and there seemed to be a plea in his voice: "You secretly modified the gun, so you dare to shoot me, don't you?" ”

He didn't believe that the shot was just missed, if he wasn't completely sure, she wouldn't shoot at him, he had seen her disassemble the gun when he was in Iceland, and said that it was missed, how could he believe it?

She lowered her head, her expression was sad, she listened to his childlike helpless pleading, and said the most cruel words in the saddest tone in his waiting: "Leng Xiao, when do you still want to be amorous, I missed that shot because I was also injured, I couldn't use my strength at all, and I couldn't aim accurately." ”

She pulled back the clothes on her chest and let him see her gauze-bandaged wounds.

His gaze lingered there for a long time, his heart shrinking as if it had been constricted, and a sharp pain twitched in the deepest place.

He stood there, his hand curled into a fist beside her softly shaped ear, his nails sinking deep into his palm, and he didn't know what stupid things he had done, so stupid, stupid.

Laughter spilled out of his chest little by little, one after the other.

When he woke up from the mudslide, he was surprised to remember six years ago, when she sat on a shabby bed and he bowed his head and kissed it.

She said, "Gu...

If you remember it, what's the use, it's better to forget it completely.

There is no greater mourning than death.

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