When Mo Yan came to the teahouse again, it was dawn the next day. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info genius is slightly bright, gray like a thin veil. Mo Yan originally planned to come over for a free breakfast and then return with them. It's just that the boy with a single name and one syllable has already gotten up.

"It's not like you know everything, either." Mo Yan happened to see him exercising in the morning, and when he thought of the transaction he talked about yesterday, he couldn't help but want to say it.

"Lord Soul, do you want to run together?"

"Oh, oh..."

Outside the teahouse is a garden, it can't be said that it is big, nor can it be said that it is small, in short, it will not be difficult to jog, especially for a powerful cultivator like them. Seeing the delicate flowers and weeds growing in the fertile land, Mo Yan said to the young man next to him, "Isn't there anyone taking care of this garden?" ”

"Yes, this garden belongs to this teahouse, and the teahouse will naturally take care of it." The young man said gently.

Mo Yan said suspiciously: "Why is there overgrown weeds in that field?" ”

The young man stopped and said, "Maybe the owner of the teahouse thinks this is not beautiful, or there may be other reasons." ”

Mo Yan also stopped and walked over to him.

"Do you like the flowers, or the grass?" The boy asked.

"Hmm—" Foam looked at them. At the beginning of the morning, the fog cleared. The sun shone just on it, and it straightened up, proudly blossoming into its buds, and the crystal dew set off the beautiful petals, as if it were holy. Then, he said, "Sure enough, I still prefer grass." ”

"A lot of times, people like things that are beautiful and powerful and ignore things that are humble and weak. For example, this flower, and this grass. ”

"But they're not the same, even if they become beautiful flowers, they're still grass at heart."

"Flowers should have, grass also has, and grass has, flowers do not."

"I think it's grass, at least it's tenacious."

"It's ordinary, but it's the most real."

teenager, says:

"As long as it hasn't become a tree, it's nothing."

"Kind of makes sense."

Mo Yan broke a flower, held it in his hand, and found that it was withering all the time, and then he said, "If you want to grow into a tree, it is not easy to say..."

The petals withered, the green leaves turned yellow, and the branches withered and dilapidated, gradually dissipated with the wind.

Mo Yan suddenly let go of his hand, and found that only the earthy yellow powder was left in his hand.

No matter how it changes, but in essence, is it still the end of the soul...

"There's one thing that's important." Mo Yan said.

"Well, I'd like to hear about it." The boy also folded a flower, but what he held in his hand was still so moving and beautiful.

Mo Yan was a little envious, and said with a smile: "You, who are you loyal to?" ”

The young man raised his head, a little angry, and said, "What do you mean, Lord Soul-sama?" ”

"You, loyal to whom?" Mo Yan ignored his emotions and said calmly.

The young man thought for a moment and said, "At the altar, I swore to the princess with them. ”

Sure enough, he glanced at the flowers in his hand enviously, and then turned away.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" The young man asked at Mo Yan's back.

"No, all I can say is, you, don't know anything." Suddenly, Mo Yu turned around and asked again.

"Are you sure?"

The young man said solemnly: "Don't underestimate a knight's oath. ”

"That couldn't be better..."

"One more enemy is better than one more friend..."

The scene became very quiet, and the boy sat alone on the edge of the altar, and was surprised to find that the flowers in his hand had withered, and then to the shock that the garden had suddenly lost its color.