I don't know if Lu Dao's words have played a role, Mo Han has really taken time to accompany Mo Lian in the past few days, and he will not deliberately torture him. Because of the nourishment of medicinal food, and because of the peace of mind during this period of recuperation, Mo Lian's body is really much healthier, and her pale face has become more and more red in the past few days.

However, the health of the body can't be exchanged for the unstoppable desolation in his heart, Mo Han has treated him too well during this time, so good that he feels frightened, just a little inadvertent tenderness makes his heart tremble, it is a deep infatuation in the bone marrow.

It's nothing more than Mo Lian can't help but sink, and now Mo Han is indeed doing decently. Compared with the previous half-truths, he put in a lot of effort this time, as if he had made up his mind to let Mo Lian get drunk to death in this tenderness.

Mo Lian only now understands a little, why Mo Yixiao is so injured and chaotic, but he still chooses to stay by his side.

Yes, how can he see clearly the words of love that can't even be seen through when he is born with a seven-trick exquisite heart?

However, at this time, Mo Lian, who was immersed in the whirlpool of tenderness, did not understand that sometimes gentleness is also the most hurtful blade......

During this time, Mo Han even stopped the medicine he gave Mo Lian a few days ago, and all the summons of Cui Guifei in the palace were blocked by him, as long as he had time, he would run to Yinglian Ju, and the two of them were really like a couple who had been in love for a long time every day, and the warmth was naturally self-evident.

And this quiet and gentle time is also a rare happiness that Mo Lian can recall in the future......

The crooked moon seemed to be drunk and hung upside down on the branches, cold and charming. It was the height of summer, and the evening breeze brought an indescribable throbbing.

Xu is the warmth outside the house, and the Yinglian Residence at this time also has a unique style......

"Hmmm......"

The people below him suppressed their cries of pain, but in exchange for a more powerful impact.

The person who was lying on the young man's body, his white face was as light as the moon, and his black phoenix eyes could not find the slightest trace of being immersed in love.

The terrible ...... of clear sanity

The man turned over the young man's body, ignoring the boy's feelings, and abused his body in a rough and violent manner.

The body gradually warmed up because of the extreme entanglement, and it was dyed with a moving flush. But the heart slowly descended into the bottomless abyss.

However, the surging pain has long covered everything, including the heart that is full of holes......

"Hmm......"

The corners of his beautiful lips seemed to evoke a mocking smile, and the man called the young man's name in a low voice, "Mo Lian." ”

The young man opened his hazy blue eyes, and the pair of affectionate Danfeng had already been filled with water vapor, and it was indescribably gentle and moving.

On the contrary, the young man's pale face, the teeth were tightly pressed against his lower lip, and even blood overflowed, and the sweet smell of blood combined with the white and turbid saltiness, and the spring color was boundless......

Seeing the red, swollen and broken under the young man's body, the smile on the man's face deepened, he leaned over and stopped at the young man's ear, the movements on his body did not stop, but the rhythm was more rough and violent, and sure enough, he saw the young man's more and more painful expression.

The man's voice was gentle, as if he was facing a lover, "Mo Lian, the night is still long......"

Mo Han did not stay in Yinglian Ju for the night as usual, because he was really tired and had not yet cleansed his body, Mo Lian fell asleep.

In the colorful dream, he seemed to see the gentle face of a woman, which should have been very delicate but was as blurred as a layer of water vapor.

Light rain ......

Mo Lian will never forget that day, when the gentle woman smiled softly at him, and that smile set off the beauty of her not outstanding face. However, after a while, the picture suddenly changed, and a woman in a cyan water coat pushed him into the hidden grass with a sharp push.

At the last moment, her lips fluttered a few times, and in the haze, Mo Lian seemed to hear the woman's gentle voice, and she was saying to herself, "Go!" Having you in the way will only get in the way! ”

"With you, it's only going to get in the way!"

This is also the last sentence that Weiyu left for Mo Lian......

Xiaolian, you have to live......

It was a light rain that silently conveyed the most rudimentary will to Mo Lian. She smiled gently, because of the effect of Yi Yan, Weiyu had the same face as him, and her beautiful face bloomed with a touching smile. She had never smiled so beautifully, even brighter than her own.

There was infinite brilliance in Weiyu's eyes, and at that moment, she looked at him prostrate in the grass, and then jumped off the cliff.

When he fell in the grass, he only saw the back of the butterfly fluttering like a butterfly, but no matter how desperately he stretched out his hand, he couldn't catch the man's water-colored beauty.

"Light Rain ......"

Even in the nightmare, Mo Lianyi could clearly feel the pain, her heart hurt so much that it almost cracked, but the tears refused to stay......

"Don't go...... Light rain, don't leave me ......"

I muttered over and over again until my eyes widened, and there was still a black color in front of me......

Tears flowed down her delicate face, and the light rain ......

Light rain ......

"Childe, what's wrong with you?"

Just entered Yinglian Residence this morning, and Han Xiao, who was about to serve Mo Lian to wash, saw such a terrifying scene, Mo Lian was dressed in single clothes, leaning on the bed, and the smart Danfeng in the past could not reflect a trace of brilliance at this time.

As if hearing a sound, Mo Lian raised her head, her empty eyes still out of focus.

The nightmare of a year ago hit his heart again at this moment, and he couldn't help but tremble with the heavy depression.

I couldn't see anything, I couldn't feel anything, and all I had left in my mind was the woman's worst smile.

The light rain, fluttering in a water coat, seemed to be the most gorgeous and grand farewell ceremony, she had never smiled so beautifully, but her whole body revealed the heartbreak that made Mo Lian desperate......

With a smile and worry, he grabbed Mo Lian's thin arm and called in a low voice, "Childe, Childe, what's wrong with you?" Don't be scared, Childe. Childe, answer me quickly! ”

Xu Because of this urgent call, Mo Lian's eyes met the smiling and anxious cheeks, although those beautiful eyes still did not have the slightest brilliance, but it was better than the deathly silence that had been there.

After a long time, Hanxiao heard Mo Lian's low moan, and that call seemed to hide infinite pain, "Light rain ......"

Hanxiao frowned, after all, she had been by Mo Lian's side for some time. Naturally, he knew the woman in Mo Lian's mouth, and he also knew how important this person was to Mo Lian.

Gently stretched out his hand to hold the fragile boy in his arms, and his smiling voice was as gentle as a spring breeze blowing across the grassland, "Childe, Sister Weiyu will be fine, Childe, don't worry, don't worry." ”

Mo Lian's long-accumulated tears poured out at this moment, he leaned into his arms with a smile, and muttered over and over again, "Light rain, I'm sorry." Sorry for the light rain. ”

There was no low sobbing when crying, not even a trace of trembling, Xiaoxiao just felt that his clothes were stained with tears.

Mo Han, who entered the Lotus Residence again, saw such a situation, the delicate young girl gently comforted the tearful young man, it was a very beautiful and quiet picture, but it made his pupils tighten instantly, but this change was too subtle, even Mo Han himself did not notice it.

As the relationship between the two continued to heat up, Mo Lian gradually began to think about a problem.

Why would you like Mohan?

Perhaps, if you fall in love with someone and love to the extreme, you will repeatedly ponder such a question, why would you like each other? Why did you fall into such a fiery emotion?

In his spare time, Mo Lian would also go to the pond to see the lotus flowers blooming in the pond, and whenever he would think of the arrogant and stubborn Princess Gong, he would also feel guilty about Princess Gong Liu Qingyan, and he didn't understand why the noble and lonely princess always burst into tears at the sunset when the lotus was in full bloom.

Now Mo Lian understands that this is because the lover she has in mind is no longer there. will no longer promise her 'Liuyuan Juyan', nor will he hold her hand again and spend a prosperous life with her.

There is no reason for sadness in my heart, but the warm sunshine is pouring down, but it is lazy and makes people reluctant to wake up.

It was this lazy leisure that made Mo Lian fall into a complicated dream, which was a sunny afternoon many years ago. At that time, Mo Lian was just a five-year-old child, but Mo Han at that time already had a vague shadow of his current age, a young man in his early tens, with beautiful eyebrows and gentle eyes.

He solemnly promised to Liu Duge who was still the age of the chief horn, "Dusk Ge, now that I hold your hand, I will never let go in this life." ”

At that time, Mo Lian was too young to understand the weight of this oath. In fact, Mo Han at that time only promised after reading the "Book of Songs". However, what has remained unchanged over the years is Mo Han's deep love for Liu Duge.

Qingmei carries a bamboo horse, and the two little guesses accompany each other day and night.

Even in the dream, Mo Lian's expression was a little gloomy. Hanxiao on the side heard his dream as thin as a mosquito and fly, and leaned in his ear, only to hear Mo Lian saying, "Hold hands, hold my hand once, okay?" ”

It's been three years, brother, no, young prince.

It's been three years, and we've had countless bed fights between us. But you never took my hand, and that interlocking warmth never belonged to me.

Kissing is something that only lovers can do, so I never ask for extravagance, but can you hold my hand, can you hold me?

When Mo Lian woke up, even the last ray of afterglow dissipated. With a smile that had been silent for a long time, he couldn't help but ask, "Childe, what did you dream of?" ”

The corners of Mo Lian's mouth curled up as usual, but for some reason she looked a little bitter at this time, "It's just a trivial matter from childhood." ”

Hanxiao raised his head, just looked at Mo Lian silently, did not speak, looked at the young man's quiet side face, Hanxiao felt that his heart was a little bitter.

Childe, what kind of thing is it? Let you be so sad in your dreams.

It was getting late, and Mo Lisse shrank down, sighing that the summer wind was not so soft......

Suddenly remembering the affectionate and gentle eyes in that dream, Mo Lian finally understood why he fell into an infatuation when he was young and couldn't extricate himself.

It is precisely because of such a pair of eyes, that kind of tenderness seems to be able to melt the frost of the entire world, but that overflowing tenderness can only be shown when looking at that person, and the beauty is heartbreaking.

Mo Lian's green pupils darkened slightly, Young Lord, you have your Lord of Twilight, you will hold her hand and allow her to be warm for a lifetime.

What about me? Who will hold my hand, see all the mountains and suns. Who will lift my shoulders and drive me to loneliness for the rest of my life?

At that moment, he was a young man in his prime, and his eyes were old and heart-wrenching. But in an instant, the gloom in Mo Lian's eyes was buried by a gentle smile, Mo Lian said to Han Xiao gently, "The wind is blowing, go back...... " smiled and did not answer, looking at Mo Lian quietly, the blurry moonlight set off his appearance extremely beautiful.

It was so beautiful that she wanted to cry......

Now, his body is almost healed, and Mo Han has begun to fade out of his sight because of his gradual recovery. Taking 'Yiyan' to deal with the affairs of the palace, and even the entertainment of dancing and laughing in various dignitaries and dignitaries, began to become more frequent.

The daily decoction is still accompanied by scorching pain, but the difference is that the huge Yinglian Ju does not have the white figure that is always in and out.

After Mo Lian's body gradually recovered, Mo Han also began to become extremely anxious, and the impatience that came from his heart was even worse than before.

Mo Lianzhi said that this was because Mo Han was worried about the woman's body, probably because his medicine was almost mature.

Mo Han also began to take his blood into medicine, the snow-white wrist was full of scratches, at first he would take care of it, but then Mo Lian simply stopped paying attention to it, no one would care anyway, right?

After dinner, Xiaoxiao served a bowl of medicinal food to Mo Lian as usual, looking at Mo Lian's increasingly pale face, the bright and brilliant little girl in the past was full of distress, "Childe, what's wrong with you?" Why is your face getting paler? ”

Mo Lian smiled gently, her originally pale face was extremely vivid because of this faint smile, "Don't worry about Xiaoxiao, I'm fine." ”

I don't know if it's a sigh or what, the smile on the side looked at the door stunned, and said, "It's really strange, it seems that I haven't seen the young prince for a few days." ”

Mo Lian's face froze, but he still smiled lightly, "He won't come again......"

Knowing that he was speechless, he smiled and comforted Mo Lian, "How come?" The young prince is the most affectionate son, so the prince should pay attention to his body, so that he can live with the young prince for a long time......"

Mo Lian lowered her eyes and didn't speak, looking at the tiredness in Mo Lian's expression with a smile, she said goodnight to him and retreated. Mo Lian fell softly on the bed, and there was always a voice in his body telling him to insist, wouldn't Mo Han also call his name when he was emotional?

It's a good omen, and it means he's no longer the man's vent......

As long as he persists, he will definitely wait for the day when the man looks back at him......

He never hoped that he could leave a place in Mo Han's heart, Mo Lian just hoped that Mo Han could remember him and remember the blue-eyed young man who had been by his side, so it was enough......

Looking at the ugly scar winding on his wrist, Mo Lian's expression was gloomy, and his face became more and more pale, but did he still have the life to live to that day?

A healthy body is only a façade, and the almost withered body has long been like a flower branch that has been beaten by frost, leaving nothing but brokenness.

Every day, I can feel the burning pain from my body, and I feel the life that slowly slips away from my fingers, and it is still so beautiful, but the young heart is countless old people. However, Mo Lian was not unwilling, unwilling to die like this, because he still wanted to keep the only remaining warmth. Even if behind this warmth is illusory, all of this is just a use, a mirage-like exquisite illusion, he is willing.

"Get rid of you and hold on."

Mo Lian muttered in a low voice, gently clinging her hand to her pale cheek.

"I still have a lot of work to do......"