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Although Xu Shaozhen didn't care about it, he was afraid that the child would have a relative, so he simply raised his hand and covered her whole person in his arms, and the wide sleeves hung down, so that she could only see him.

Mo Cang couldn't see what was happening next to him, but he didn't feel scared, he just looked down at his feet, and walked slowly with him. Neither of them spoke, and they walked through the corridor step by step.

"Hey, didn't you say go to my fair girl's room?"

Seeing that he was going to take himself up the stairs again, Mo Cang said with some curiosity. You know, My Fair Girl's room is on the second floor.

Xu Shaozhen touched her hair: "I originally asked you to come to her to pick up something, but now you don't need it, I'll take you to see it myself." ”

Mo Cang was accustomed to this person stroking his hair from time to time like a kitten and a puppy, and protested a few times at first, but later found that it was completely useless, and it was no longer in vain, just who made her owe him so much silver and countless favors.

Touch it, it's nothing. Anyway, she is now Mo Zixian, not Mo Cang.

Although she knew that she would not tell herself if she asked, she still muttered in a low voice: "Well, what is it, you are so mysterious, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, and if you doze off in class tomorrow, you will be beaten by the master......

Xu Shaozhen smiled in a low voice, let go of the sleeves covering in front of her, and said loudly: "Look! ”

The lilac brocade robe rose and fell, and what appeared in front of her was the endless Mujiang River.

In the daytime, the clear river water is extremely black, and the peach blossom forest on the bank outlines a winding curve in the night, adding a bit of charm to the plain and gentle river.

The soft waves shattered the full moon, and Qinghui seemed to be swept into a river, full of beauty that words cannot describe.

In such a quiet scenery, there are a few small boats swinging leisurely on the Mujiang River, lit with lanterns on them, floating aimlessly and leisurely on the water, which makes people feel open to their chests when they see it.

Mo Cang took a deep breath and exclaimed, "It's so beautiful! ”

Xu Shaozhen couldn't cry or laugh: "Zixian only has this sentence? ”

She nodded firmly: "Nothing else!" ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard the watchman on the street knock on the watchman in his hand, which happened to be the time of the child.

Before the sound fell, the night sky bloomed with clusters of brilliant fireworks, like clouds and flowers, and it was beautiful.

Such delicacy falls on her bright eyes, accompanied by the playful arc of the corners of her mouth, which is even more moving.

The night breeze made the tips of his hair move slightly, and Xu Shaozhen's voice was very soft, but it was very low, as if there were countless emotions mixed in it. He looked at her smiling face and said, "It's good to catch up." ”

Mo Cang was immersed in this fireworks feast, such a bustling and lively completely covered everything in her mind, but when she heard his words, she still subconsciously asked, "What did you catch up?" ”

"You little fool," he said with a hint of pampering in his tone, "I don't even remember my birthday." ”

Ga...... Birthday......

Mo Cang tilted his head and thought for a while, and then remembered that on the way to Ningshan Academy when the two of them came together, under the willow tree that was so thick that the two of them embraced, when he insisted on worshipping, the two of them had exchanged birthdays.

Mo Cang really didn't know his birthday. When she was on Lusong Mountain, she had never heard of this stubble, but this statement was when she followed her senior brother down the mountain to lobby, passed through a small village, and listened to an old blind man sitting on the ground.

But since Xu Shaozhen asked, she couldn't say that she didn't know, otherwise the stuffing would leak too quickly, so she casually talked nonsense about the sixth day of the sixth month of June.

This nonsense that comes from the mouth, how can you remember it! But he remembered it when he was born, and he saved his mind to celebrate himself......

Mo Cang suddenly felt that the wind was going to blow away his tears.

"How can I, Mo Zixian, be able to make such a good brother as you."

Hearing the choked throat in her words, Xu Shaozhen looked down at her with some surprise, did this calm little ghost who was not afraid of heaven and earth shed tears?

It was even more fun than he had imagined.

"To have a younger brother like Zixian, I also feel that I am fortunate to have three lives."

In the next second, the little man standing in front of him holding back tears stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "For your thoughts, I will admit it tomorrow!" ”

Xu Shaozhen felt that he had to tense up all the time, otherwise he really couldn't resist this Mo Zixian, who had always been amazing.

The trace of discomfort in her heart that was still left because of Cui Dahu's filthy words downstairs was completely gone, and the whole person was filled with warmth like surrounded by the March sun.

It turns out that someone cares about this!

will remember every little thing that has anything to do with her, and will ignore the eyes of others for her, be angry for her, and avenge her.

Mo Cang has been on Lusong Mountain for thirteen years, and the teachings of her master and brothers have always been the first in the world, and the first thing she considers is always that there are only others.

Not to mention her, the entire sect is like this. Whether they write books on righteousness or practice with swords, they are all in order to solve problems for others, help the weak and weak in this world, and do their best to go to the Datong society with their own strength.

They hope that this dynasty can be better because of the sect.

Such an act of subtlety and generosity may be worth dedicating a lifetime to a mature adult, but for a child, it seems a bit demanding.

In particular, she still has the blood of rebellion in her bones.

Just like a child who has never tasted sweetness, she has been instilled with the idea that people should suffer from adulthood since she was a child, and the taste she has always been given is only bitterness, although she has been used to it for thirteen years, and she doesn't feel that there is anything embarrassing about bitterness, but when she eats sugar one day, she will still be amazed by the sweetness.

And Mo Cang is such a child.

That night above the tall building, there was a bright moon and a river below, she stood with him by the railing, the night breeze swept gently in her ears, and the disappeared stars seemed to hide in her brilliant eyes, surging fireworks, blooming one after another overhead, no wine, no delicacies, but enough.

Such a scene still lingered in her mind until many years later.

It wasn't until that time that she suddenly realized that although she hadn't said anything, some things had quietly changed. (To be continued.) )