The time spent immersed in the morality of the scriptures always passes quickly. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Mocang seems to have grown into an adult overnight, the former children's temperament has converged a lot, not to mention others, just say that Chen Fuzi, who has read countless peaches and plums all over the world, praised Zixian in the classroom, and has everyone's temperament.

She is no longer happy with Mo Zixian who has been happy for a long time because of a compliment.

Xu Shaozhen looked at her, and the taste in his heart was a little indescribable.

The fourteen-year-old child's body has faintly some female curves, and the face is also tender like a pear blossom that blooms after the rain, and the tender can pinch out the water.

But I have to admit that her heart is really much more mature. What others think, how to say some foul language, she doesn't take it to heart, although it was like this before, but people can see at a glance that although she doesn't say it, her heart is awkward and unhappy.

Now, it's really relieved.

That kind of light cloud and light wind is like her heart is as majestic as a green mountain, and the mustard and speculation of others are all the surging river at the foot of the mountain, rolling with mud and sand, and the fierce god is evil.

However, as far as the mountain peaks can see, there is only blue sky and white clouds, and you will never look down.

Those with vicious and dirty minds are only clowns jumping up and down.

There is something going on between the students, and the entire Ningshan Academy is not peaceful, and word of mouth is naturally not an impermeable wall. Therefore, when Chen Fuzi said that, in addition to Mo Cang's brilliance in the book, it was not an affirmation of her calmness.

When she entered school at the beginning of the year, she carried a big bamboo pole to poke the gate of the Ma Wen Academy, and it is still the talk of the entire academy.

Let it be like a storm, she is firm and fearless. The person who secretly caused trouble couldn't hurt her in the slightest, and he knew that it was boring for himself, so of course he just gave up.

Among them, there is naturally Xu Shaozhen's factor, with the aura of such a big Buddha, who dares to find himself unhappy?

Since that night, the relationship between Mo Cang and Xu Shaozhen has become much more natural, neither intimate nor close, and there has always been a faint friendship, but no one can say whether it is admiration or appreciation.

Mo Cang seems to have grown up a little faster.

Suppressing the messy thoughts in her heart, her green heart has been planted with small saplings, although it is weak, but one day it can be strong enough to shelter herself from the wind and rain, so that she no longer envy others, and she does not have to make some childish and ridiculous mistakes, even if it is not a big mistake.

Time flies like a white horse, and in the flick of a finger, it is the beginning of June of another year, which is Mo Cang's last summer in Ningshan Academy.

On the sixth day of the sixth month of June, Xu Shaozhen asked her to go out to play kites, she wanted to stay in the courtyard to pack up, after all, it was not far from the day of leaving Shangyu, but after all, she couldn't resist him, maybe she also wanted to go out with him in her heart, so she went with him after all.

In the sweltering summer, the cicadas are singing loudly and loudly in the trees, combined with the somewhat strong sun, it is really a scorching summer.

Xu Shaozhen also found such a good place out of nowhere.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, there are one or two simple small wooden boats on the stretching river, there are fishermen singing the local folk songs of Shangyu in this Yingying water, the winding mountain road, the walkers are burdened, there are also drooping children, holding the green wild vegetables in their hands, and the cunning fish swim in the water in general, drilling back and forth in this mountain forest.

Such a scenery teaches people to see that their hearts are relieved, and they suddenly feel that the world is open and life is beautiful.

Mo Cang stood in the small pavilion halfway up the mountain, his expression rarely softened.

The warmth under her eyebrows and eyes made Xu Shaozhen look a little stunned. He had never seen such a Mo Zixian, completely unguarded, calm and graceful, like a redbud in the evening twilight in the academy.

She also had a butterfly kite in her hand, and the long string was already dragging on the ground.

Xu Shaozhen didn't want to disturb her, so he silently bent down and picked up the colorful but not cheesy flower butterfly at all. His slender fingers slowly retracted the thread little by little, and circled and circled, slowly standing behind her.

Mo Cang's breath faltered, and she could feel that he was very close to her, so close that she could stick to his chest with a slight movement.

There is still a long singing voice in her ears, and the beautiful scenery of the countryside is still in her eyes, but she is a dazzling white in her heart.

I don't know how long it took, he took a step back without a trace, held the kite and smiled warmly: "I asked you to come out to fly a kite, but you looked at this scenery by yourself." ”

Mo Cang smiled: "Chu Tiankuo has a few peaks, and he has been bored in the academy for a long time, and he can't take his eyes off it when he sees this." ”

"Zixian, it's your birthday again, I don't have any valuables, can I give you a story?" Xu Shaozhen didn't seem to wait for her answer, handed over the zither in his hand, and then didn't look at her, just like her before, his hand casually put on the railing, and slowly opened his mouth.

His story is very long, and Mo Cang has also heard it, it is a son named Xu Shaozhen who came to Ningshan Academy to study and met a child named Mo Zixian.

He narrated the bits and pieces of the two of them in the past three years, like a picture scroll, slowly unfolding in her mind, and the smiles and actions of the people in the painting are so real.

Xu Shaozhen's actions made Mo Cang feel moved as a girl.

For example, the Chinese New Year's Eve that followed the dumpling-making incident. The two of them are in an embarrassing period, and she doesn't know how much she misses the master and brothers on Lusong Mountain, they must be all around the lobby and eating dumplings lively.

looked at the osmanthus cake in her hand, although the entrance was still sweet, but her psychology was really unbalanced, and she tasted a trace of bitterness inexplicably.

She wandered on the street outside the academy for most of the night, listening to the laughter and firecrackers of every house, and watched the fireworks in the night sky of Shangyu alone.

It's not that I'm worried, but I'm really sleepy. Such a liveliness that has nothing to do with her can only be more and more uncomfortable the more you look at it.

She pushed the door back, Jin Song was looking up at the night sky, Mo Cang couldn't help but be a little surprised, and asked him what he was doing sitting here.

Jin Song told her seriously that he was counting the stars. Mo Cang suddenly felt bored, and Jin Song saw that she didn't buy it, so he said that his son-in-law was making dumplings in it, and he didn't let himself interfere, and this afternoon's work had already made a lot of dumplings.

In the end, he said, if you don't come back, I will be made into dumplings by Gongzi. (To be continued.) )