[A dream of Nanhua is like a pearl in the sea, and the pickers are fortunate in three lives, but how many people miss a lifetime as soon as they turn around......]

Mo Yan and Mo Han looked at each other for a long time, and he said, "Mo Han, I forgive you......"

Mo Han's equally cold and hard face showed a relieved smile, and he closed his eyes peacefully.

It's enough......

Brother, that's enough......

Although they don't say it, the two know each other's thoughts better than anyone else.

Walking out of the dreary palace, the heavy and depressed past of the previous generation seems to have disappeared at this moment, and years of love-hate entanglement finally came to an end at this time.

And Mo Li's smile is clearer than ever before.

"Brother Yan, Brother Yan......"

He muttered over and over again, like every day and night when he was a child.

Mo Yan frowned, and finally forgave his brother for a moment of indulgence.

He told himself in his heart that it would be good only once, only once.

Mo Yan got drunk with his younger brother, and seemed to have returned to his innocent and carefree childhood. At that moment, he felt as if he had already been drunk, yes, he had been drunk the moment he saw the pure white boy under the pear blossom tree......

This drunkenness is a lifetime, and I have never been able to wake up again.

That night, their hot bodies were tightly entangled together, as if they were still in their mother's body, as if they were going to crush each other into their own bodies.

One night of spring supper, when he woke up from a dream, he had a hangover headache, Mo Li looked at his brother's complicated face and frowned, he never expected his brother to make him any vows, those immature vows and those sincere emotions had been exhausted as early as when he was far away from Xiliang.

All he was looking forward to was the remorse that had not yet appeared on his brother's face, but Mo Yan did not obey his brother's wishes.

However, Mo Li knew that he knew Mo Yan's mind better than anyone else.

Mo Li is the person who knows Mo Yan best in the world, wouldn't he be too proud to say this?

However, in fact, this is indeed the case, and no one can know Mo Yan better than Mo Li.

Because, we are twins......

"It was my fault that I was drunk last night, Brother Wang, don't leave the etiquette."

The unfamiliar words narrowed the distance between the two, and the two who had their own hearts were speechless for a long time.

After the last, Mo Li heard his brother's light almost broken voice, and he said to himself, "Li, you are my younger brother, just a younger brother......

Yes, brother, just brother......

Mo Li's eyes were confused, Brother Yan is just my brother, just a brother......

It was also at that time that Mo Li smiled, his smile was still as beautiful as when he was a child, and he couldn't take his eyes off it, and he said to Mo Yan, "Brother Yan, do you remember Jinwu Zangjiao and Phoenix Qiuhuang?" ”

Naturally, he saw Mo Yan's body tremble for a moment, "Remember." ”

Of course I do, but how can I forget that?

The Han Emperor is heavy Gillian, and the golden house is used to store it.

A song of phoenixes seeks the phoenix, and the beautiful woman returns.

This is the myth of love and love that their father told when they were children. At that time, Mo Li said excitedly, "It's really happy, and I will never be separated from Brother Yan." Because, I like Brother Yan, I like Brother Yan the most! ”

At that time, his answer was still in his ears, "I will always be by Xiaoli's side, because we are brothers!" ”

And because of the innocent smiles of the two, the father did not tell them the worst ending of the two love myths.

"A few years later, after the abolition of Naixue, the burial of the tomb Langguan Pavilion East. Wen Jun has two intentions, so he decided to break up. I wish to have one heart, and the white head will not be separated. This is the last ending of those two beautiful stories. It is also the truth that my father has always been unwilling to let us know, but we are no longer the children of the past, and those are the truths that we must know. ”

"Are you right? Brother Yan? Those beautiful eyes looked directly at Mo Yan, as if they wanted to penetrate his soul.

Mo Yan looked at Mo Li for a while and didn't know what to say, the smile on Mo Li's face was still so bright, however, Mo Yan knew all the sorrows and grievances in his heart, and he also knew his memories and fantasies about his childhood.

"Jinwu Zangjiao and Phoenix are just two of the biggest jokes in the world......"

Muttering softly, Mo Li ended the conversation between the two.

It was also on that day that Mo Li announced to the world that he would marry the daughter of the Liu family and choose a day to get married.

This is a grand occasion that has never been seen since the wedding of the century between Mo Han and Liu Duge, and the young emperor gave amnesty to the world and the whole country celebrated.

The people were very excited, and in the streets and alleys, people spread the word of mouth, and everyone said that the king was extremely fond of the emperor and queen who had not yet entered the palace.

But no one saw the sadness in their young emperor's beautiful eyes.

Mo Yan stayed with his younger brother, and on the day of the wedding, his younger brother, who had always liked to wear a white dress, put on a red dress in full swing, as charming and beautiful as a blooming lotus flower.

And his brother's wife is also a flower and a moon, but in Mo Yan's eyes, she is not as good as her brother's color.

On the dragon seat, Mo Li raised his glass to his brother, smiling as beautiful and pure as a child.

"Brother Yan."

"Leaving ......"

Mo Yan responded, the smile on his face did not fade, "After I got married, I will be an adult, and I can't mess around anymore in the future......"

"Brother, I wish you all a long ......"

"Really?" At that moment, Mo Li's eyes were red.

"Naturally, it's true......" Mo Yan rubbed his brother's head, and his face was doting like a child.

Eighteen years have passed, they have been together for eighteen years, and they have been together since they were born. But I never thought that it would be such an ending. Mo Yan didn't know that his words hurt his heart more than thousands of humiliations.

Yes, from now on, that man is a brother, but a brother......

On the day of the wedding, Mo Li was like an ordinary boy next door, drunk and messy.

In the jubilant dormitory, he lifted his wife's red hijab, and the flowers appeared, but he was staring at him for a moment, and his red eyes sobbed quietly.

Mo Li, who was already intoxicated, looked even more panicked, and his hurried appearance made the woman in red burst into tears and laughed. He then asked why his new wife was crying.

The woman who was originally smiling immediately fell down and said, "Beauty should be what a woman has, but I'm sad, my husband is several times more beautiful than herself!" ”

Mo Li smiled, and the brilliance of the world suddenly fascinated the girl in front of him, and he smiled secretly in his heart, obviously a woman who was still a few months older than herself, but she was as delicate as a little girl.

However, the beautiful smile lost its color in an instant, "Beauty is the spokesperson of women after all, what is the use of men?" It's definitely not a good thing for a man to be too beautiful, especially to blur the gender and surpass the beauty of a woman. Because, no matter how good your style is or what your martial arts are, the first thing people see when they see you is just that face. ”

"Besides, no matter how beautiful it is, no matter how beautiful it is, it can't bring back that person's heart......"

The woman was stunned, and Mo Li read from her eyes, do you love her very much?

Yes, I love it so much, I love it so much that my heart hurts......

Mo Li smiled and shed tears, and the red clothes burned the flame frenzy that he had before.

And a few months after Mo's divorce, Mo Yan married a woman from the Xiliang clan.

Mo Li came from afar to attend his brother's wedding, and on the wedding day, Mo Li was dressed in a red dress in full swing, as beautiful and charming as that day, like a demagogic goblin.

When his eyes were clouded with a layer of mist, Mo Li raised his glass and faced his brother, who had the same face as him, and the beautiful and amazing woman.

"Brother Yan, I wish you and your sister-in-law a happy marriage......"

This is already the limit of what he can do, what is said to give birth to a noble son early and grow old together, he can't do it at all, he even can't wait for that woman to die now, and the women around his brother have to die!

With such terrible thoughts, he felt dirty and ugly even to himself, and he became crazy because of jealousy and infatuation, but he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it.

In fact, that gentle young man is as cold as his brother in his bones, because they are twins......

However, he also wondered if he would be too selfish to do so, because his brother was smiling like this that day, blessing him and his wife.

It's just that his brother's calmness is something he will never be able to do.

There is no one who is completely clean and unclean in this world, and there will be remnants of dark shadows under no matter how bright his smile is, and his gentleness and splendor have been exhausted in the passage of time as early as when he was far away from Xiliang.

After that parting, the brothers never saw each other again.

After many years, Shaoguang has passed away, and even his temples are gray.

Mo Yan's heart disease suddenly attacked, and an ominous premonition arose, and the twins' telepathy seemed to be disconnected in an instant, and he turned white overnight. When he saw himself in the mirror, he immediately thought of Mo Li, and when the first wrinkle grew in the corner of Mo Yan's eyes, he thought of his younger brother.

However, Yiren was not there, and he could only guess the man's face through the mirror.

When he returned to Mo Xi again, he saw the face he was most familiar with but least wanted to see in the coffin.

The tall sky is still so far away, but there is no longer a beautiful pear blossom boy like a dream.

The shadow of the past has been twilight, and the once beautiful face is gone.

His dark and even somewhat cloudy eyes waited for Mo Yan by mistake, Mo Yan looked at him and suddenly thought of his father who had passed away for many years, when he died, he still retained the most perfect face of the young man, as beautiful as the death of cherry blossoms in late spring, leaving people with infinite reverie.

Years have passed, and now it's not just the shadow that even he is old......

"You're old......"

Mo Yan's voice was still as disdainful as before.

"You're late......" The voice of the shadow was almost inaudible from the old age.

"He's been waiting for you ......"

"I know how to say...... "Mo Yan's voice was still as gentle as before, like the softest spring breeze in March.

"Leave, I'm back."

He gently stroked Mo Li's cheeks, Mo Li was still so beautiful, just like a sleeping crystal doll, his face was ruddy and serene, as if he would smile at him in the next second, and call himself brother crisply.

"You're late again......"

Mo Yan raised his head and saw the sharp face of the woman sitting on the phoenix, the flower face of the year was still there, but her eyes revealed countless old age.

The woman in white stared at Mo Yan deadly, the face that was exactly the same as her husband was still so beautiful, obviously she was no longer young, but she could still overwhelm countless young faces with a face that was alluring.

They are the two closest people in the world, the two are so similar, like a reflection in the water, and as intimate as light and shadow, this is the bond of the twins......

At that moment, the woman seemed to hear her husband's drunken words on the wedding day, "No matter how beautiful it is, no matter how beautiful it is, it can't bring back that person's heart......"

She handed Mo Yan a letter, Mo Yan trembled wordlessly, and the handwriting was still as beautiful as before, but it was the harshest accusation he had ever heard in his life.

I searched for him thousands of times, but the man was in the dim light.

It is better to have one heart, and the white head is not separated.

This is our name, but it does not bring us happiness, leaving only countless tears of separation......

Brother Yan, if you have the hand of your son in the next life, you will grow old with your son, and you will never let go.

After reading it, Mo Yan realized that he had already burst into tears.

Leave......

Hold the hand of the son, grow old with the son......

If there is an afterlife, I will hold your hand and never let go!

Mo Yan's green eyes looked at the brilliant pear blossoms blooming in the distance, as if he had passed through the corridor of the years, and saw the two brilliant and bright teenagers many years ago, their same blue eyes reflected the most beautiful colors in the world......

THEEND FINALLY WROTE A ...... THAT WAS NOT RUSHED

Very good, very good, this time I am quite satisfied. All the original emotions have also been forgotten. Identical twins, living and dying together. It's a bond between the twins, but it's all shattered under the pressure of reality, and it's just a grand and beautiful nightmare.