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Mo Lian, Ziting Talk, I and his fifteen years From now on, I want to talk about their stories, only about their stories - Mo Lian Chapter "Brother Mo Lian, I think it's the first time for us to talk calmly like this." ”

It begins with a soft word, opening up a nightmarish splendor.

is still such a delicate face, delicate and picturesque, and the stunning face is lined with a light smile, which is naturally Allure.

I only sigh that the alluring city is peerless, but it was born early.

A head of green silk as white as snow.

Seeing Mo Lian chuckling and nodding, Nalan Ziting sighed, as if sighing, as if recalling, "I always feel that time has passed for a long time, and it has only been more than five years since I went around." Brother Mo Lian's appearance is naturally beautiful, but there are more than 10 million beauties in this world? What amazed me was the green hair, which was indeed beautiful, black as satin and black as dyed ink. It's just that now, the crane's hair is like snow, and his face is not old, and he is only a king. ”

"What are you sighing again? If you want to tease me, why don't you come and see yourself. Mo Lian retorted with a smile, and then stretched out her hand to pull the bronze mirror beside her, the beauty in the mirror was beautiful, bright and incomprehensible, especially a pair of eyes with still shadows, and the brilliance passed through the Liuhe.

However, he was just a teenager, and his thick black hair suddenly turned white.

The two looked at each other, and they did not hide their gloomy feelings when they smiled indifferently.

However, the love is deep and long-lived, and the wisdom will be hurt.

After a long time, Nalan Ziting spoke, "In the past, I was indeed on the side of Cousin Mo Han, and there is nothing that I can't do for that person, I don't think there's anything wrong with that." But this is not a reason for him to hurt others and trample on them. ”

The indifference after a thousand sails is not something that everyone can have, but they are different, it is just a simple conversation, and Mo Lian also replied lightly, "For the sake of the Liu family's Duge County Lord, there is nothing he can't." I occasionally reminisce over the years. Before I could remember, Weiyu told me that he was very kind to me, would hug me and coax me, and would carefully call my brother.

It's just that later, those tenderness were withdrawn, and the reason was naturally because of my different eyes. Nowadays people always talk about people who are not of our race, and their hearts must be different. This is not unreasonable, people have always instinctively rejected outsiders, even if it was a weak orphan like my mother who gave up everything to come to the palace with her father. Therefore, I was born with different eyes, and I thought that I would be rejected and even never recovered. ”

It seemed to break the corridor of memory, Mo Lian's dark eyes were full of nostalgia, "Before I was ten years old, I didn't know his identity, just when I remembered, Weiyu hugged me, looking at him and the Dusk Song County Lord from a distance, Weiyu said to me, look, he is your brother."

Do you know the truth? The first word I said in this world, the first sentence, was not my father or mother, let alone a light rain, but that brother. I stumbled towards him and called my brother softly, but instead of warmth, not a simple hug, but his contemptuous white eyes, his young face was sharp, his thin lips were slightly hooked, and he spit out a rolling word coldly. ”

Nalan Ziting is such a smart person, he can guess most of the next things. Later, that child was naturally used to looking at him secretly, and he just thought that the boy's smile was really good-looking, and the girl he spoiled was too happy.

Over time, there was attachment, secretly watching the two people in the corner, and then smiling with them.

"At that time, I really liked him, and my eyes were full of him."

Speaking of the past, Mo Lian's smile was faint, and the meaning of nostalgia was far-reaching, as if she was reminiscing about the period when she was young.

"But he doesn't want to." The innocent boy back then was brutally betrayed and abandoned, and he was so simple that he didn't even hesitate at all, let alone care a little.

After a pause, Mo Lian summed up what happened before he was fourteen years old, "I fell in love with his smile, even if it didn't belong to me, I was in love, in the early morning light, the young man in white smiled at the girl in pink shirt, you see how gentle he smiled, how good-looking, I think I just fell in love with a phantom." ”

Nalan Ziting nodded, agreeing with Mo Lian's words, falling in love with the phantom itself, or falling in love with love, these are not absolute absurd jokes.

At least he thinks so, that young simple silly child just fell in love with that smile and sank to death.

"And what about later? Why do you want to go home with him, why do you want to let him do harm? ”

"It's just that I want to gamble again."

Mo Lian's answer is as simple as that, yes, it's just another gamble, how do you know that there will be no one in this world who is desperate for this annoying love?

The wind and snow moon are annoying for no reason.

"It's just that I lost completely, and I am willing to gamble and lose, but if I lose, will he win again?"

Asking with a smile on her face, Mo Lian raised her head and looked at Nalan Ziting's eyes.

Maybe it's a gamble, or maybe it's also waiting for a chance to let go.

Love is illusory, and it has also given him beauty, and the gentle smile of the young man has been a glance for ten thousand years.

is like the phoenix that lingers in my heart, all the time, intellectually let go, but emotionally can't.

So, he was just waiting, waiting for a chance to end everything, waiting for a reason to cut everything off.

The heart of waiting is like ashes, and finally the green pupils are gone. He smiled and walked out.

"It wasn't until that moment that I realized that I was still not very, why should I hate it? If there is no love, there will be no hate. Some people say that I should hate him, but hatred is born from the heart, and without love, there is naturally no hate. ”

"But you still hate him."

This sentence Nalan Ziting said very surely, and he did grasp the conclusive evidence, because there was a mascot in his body, because his eyes themselves were the biggest evidence.

"I hate him."

In just three words, Mo Lian spit out very lightly, "I hate him because he ruined my home, and he doesn't even want to leave the last memories." ”

"Actually, it's nothing, it's complicated to be tired of the country's enemies and families, resentful and hateful, and tired of being injured. In the past, they were childhood sweethearts, and they didn't guess. It was the sweetest time, and I, alone, envious and jealous, I was very unhappy. Now, the dust has fallen, but there is not even a word of hatred and it has disappeared. ”

Mo Lian's words were still so light, so faint that Nalan Ziting himself felt light, "Love someone so deeply, hate someone too, but love you and hate you can't avoid one cares after all, the deepest revenge is just about not caring about one." ”

"No love and no hate, this is our worst ending."

It's the ending that I haven't been able to see through.

It seems that he has fallen into a long dream, and the dream is gone, Mo Lian still smiles gently and beautifully, he shook his white fingers, and said softly to Nalan Ziting, "Little ghost, your story should also begin." ”

The following is a preview ~ The Purple Court Chapter that is about to start ~~ I think my heart is probably dead.

He should hate me, I hurt his wife and killed his newborn child with my own hands, and he has no reason to forgive me.

At that moment I almost thought that my happiness, my freedom, my love, everything about me had fallen, and I would never recover.

My brother is dead, why are you still alive, and why are they still alive?

Becoming crazy and becoming a demon, but not the pain of that sentence is bone-chilling, heart-wrenching?

For what?

For his cross-examination? Or is it for the deep love that has been precipitated for these 5,000 years?

As much as I love her, I hate this country.

He shouldn't miss me, I'm bad, I killed his wife and daughter, I hurt the whole country is not peaceful, he shouldn't think about me, he should forget.

Mo Lian, Zi Ting talked, I lived in Xiliang with him for fifteen years, nominally to take care of Mo Yan and Mo Li, but in fact it was just for my own convenience.

Living on the West Liangshui Road, there are the most cows on the pasture, and Nalan Zichen raised cows in the dormitory in order to let his younger brother eat the freshest cows, but Nalan Ziting is not Nalan Zichen, he thinks he has no brother's ability.

So he was willing to raise a child in Xiliang, at first he was reluctant to get close to this child, his feelings for this child were too complicated, but he never took care of him.

So much so that Weiyu and Xiaoxiao always stared at the rumored wayward prince with wide eyes and surprise, and gently fed the little baby in their arms to drink cow ru.

To them, this is something they could almost never have dreamed of.

At first, Nalan Ziting was also extremely uncomfortable, but slowly began to get used to it. His movements are not necessarily very skilled, but he is very gentle, without the slightest impatience, but if Mo Lian does such an action, everyone will naturally not feel inappropriate.

The crux of the matter is that it is Nalan Ziting who is doing this, the wayward imp that everyone can see.

It's grown up.

All the people who see this scene will think like this, even the young and old Mo Yan will nod his head in appreciation, today's uncle is indeed completely different from him when he educated him and his younger brother, and he is really a father, and the whole person is like being reborn.

In fact, Mo Yan is not uncurious about the rumored elder brother of the uncle, Nalan Ziting's elder brother Nalan Zichen is a perfect and gentle image of the prince whether it is in the mouth of his own brother or in the mouth of his father Mo Lian, or even in the mouth of Xiaoxiao and Weiyu, and he can hardly find any fault.

However, Mo Yan didn't think that this flawless prince in the mouth of everyone really didn't have any flaws at all, at least he could conclude from the uncle's occasionally gloomy face, no matter how his uncle defended his brother, he never believed that this person was really that flawless, at least he made the uncle sad......

Sometimes Mo Yan and Mo Li would also pester Nalan Ziting to ask when his father would come back, Nalan Ziting would always blink with those deep and charming eyes wide, and then say to Mo Yan and Mo Li, "I will always come back when I should come back." ”

Then, with a smile, he picked up the bowl and said to Mo Yan and Mo Li, "Okay, you guys go play, don't always bother yourself, I'm going to feed Chu'er too." ”

Holding the cow, but refusing to enter the bedroom, Nalan Ziting looked at the baby in the cradle with complicated eyes, the baby girl in the cradle was no longer a wrinkled and ugly tight cub just born, she looked pink and jade, and her eyebrows were quite her mother Nalan Mingling's true biography.

Only when she opened her eyes could she recognize the pair of dark phoenix eyes, which looked like her father Nalan Zichen.

After being silent for a long time, Nalan Ziting finally stepped forward, he hugged the little baby girl, touched the baby's fair and smooth face, and said, "It's really an ugly thing, no matter how long it looks, it's not beautiful, it's not like my Nalan family at all......"

That's what he said, but he still fed the little child Niu Lu with gentle movements.

Spoonful by spoonful, the movements are gentle, the eyes are deep, and from time to time he will help this child wipe the milk stains flowing from the corners of his mouth, and for a moment it seems to turn back time, yes, what a familiar picture, his brother Nalan Zichen was like this little bit by little gently feeding his little self Niu Ru.

No, maybe more gentle.

Yes, it has to be more gentle, when Nalan Ziting was born, his brother Nalan Zichen was only four years old, and he was still a yellow-mouthed child, and he would not be very skilled in taking care of his younger brother, but since Nalan Ziting has a memory, his brother Nalan Zichen is already very capable.

He always does everything without frowning, and is always at ease, even taking care of himself.

The high-ranking prince did almost all his best to wash his hands and make soup for his younger brother.

Thinking about it, Nalan Ziting's eyes showed sadness.

The little baby girl in front of her suddenly babbled, she couldn't speak, she could only say something that others couldn't understand.

The little girl's delicate fingers swiped Nalan Ziting's face, and it wasn't until this moment that Nalan Ziting realized that she had already burst into tears.

Transparent tears fell, and the ripples splashed in the white cow were so clear......

Syracuse is still a vast white world, and the snow in the ice country has fallen for ten years, which is no different from the silver wrap of childhood.

The difference is the state of mind, the wayward little ghost of the year has grown up, and it can no longer be the little prince who was once willful and unscrupulous.

What's more, the brother who indulged him all the time and doted on him back then is long gone, what else does he remember?

But there are still memories, those deep nostalgia imprinted in the depths of the soul, when the sky in Syracuse was blue, and with the gentle smile of the young man, he was fascinated.

It's time to leave.

As expected, he doesn't need me anymore.

Nalan Zichen no longer needs Nalan Ziting.

No matter how much psychological construction has been done for himself in the past days and nights, Nalan Ziting still feels sad now.

It's like a person who has been walking on a tightrope, knowing that the road will fall down one day, but still walking quietly on it, comforting himself that it doesn't matter.

Now the man hanging on the wire finally fell to the ground, he fell miserably, but he still carefully covered the wound, curled up, and then pretended to smile calmly.

Because he knew that no one would take care of him like that person anymore, and worry about him, just like what Nalan Zichen said to him many years ago, if you are not brave, no one will be strong for you.

Now, the dearest and most beloved person around him is no longer next to him, and he should be brave, because he always has to learn to grow up alone.

Nalan Ziting felt that his growth process was so slow, and the little prince, who grew up under the pampering of his brother, had never suffered any grievances, nor did he know what suffering was.

In the past, he would always feel disdain when he looked at Mo Lian, and even seemed to be watching a farce, but now that gentle and cowardly teenager has grown into a strong young man.

His arms are not necessarily wide, but they are enough to support a sky, just a small piece of sky, but solid enough, it is the most beautiful sky he has created for his children.

And himself, the willful and ignorant child has grown up, but he is still messing around with his own temperament, five years later, he is no longer the immature child of the year, but he still has nothing.

Sometimes, Nalan Ziting is envious of Mo Lian, it is true that his cousin does not have the capital that makes him admire, but he admires Mo Lian's growth.

Hardship is indeed the cradle of growth, and the painful struggles of the past have given Mo Lian the courage to regain her life, making him more confident and living a happier life.

And he has to be like him, no, he has to live better than his cousin, and one day he will grow up, and he will also shelter the baby in his arms.

Thinking like this, it seemed to be relieved again, Nalan Ziting smiled and looked at the baby in her arms,