I went to the City Lord's Mansion and watched a game, and I learned a lot, I knew how to be polite, and I knew thank you.

Qingzhu wanted to say this, but he just looked at her with a little surprise, and not a word popped out of his mouth, he was like this, he didn't want to say it, he didn't want to say it, he didn't want to say it.

Qingzhu didn't speak, looked at her.

Mo Zheng raised his eyes and stared at his face, as if there was the same shadow as him in his memory, but Qingzhu in this life and him in his previous life were separated by a thousand years of time, separated by a lifetime, she died unjustly in her last life and chose to leave him because she couldn't stand the pain, he actually came with her, life is not the same as death, but she hopes that he will live well, even if they can never be together, reincarnation will not meet, she can also live well.

Mo Zheng couldn't help but shed tears, like a gurgling stream, she didn't dare to look at him, at this time just blurred her vision, but Qingzhu's appearance coincided with him, Mo Zheng couldn't help but cover her mouth and sob.

Qingzhu frowned: "You want to eat wontons so much, are you crying?"

Why is Mo Zheng crying, crying is a mess in his heart, strange and uncomfortable, and he must make himself uncomfortable when he cries with her.

It was rare for him to make a joke, but it didn't make Mo Zheng feel funny, but he cried more and more, stepped forward and hugged him, crying like chaff.

Qingzhu patted her on the back and asked her emotionlessly, "What stuffing do you want to eat?" ”

Mo Zheng's eyes were swollen like peaches, and he stared at him: "Su ...... Vegetarian filling. ”

Qingzhu nodded, looked at her, then wiped her tears, and said, "If you want to eat, tell me, you are a person who is a grandmother, don't be like a child." ”

Mo Zheng cried: "I'm a child, I'm a child, I just want to eat wontons, I want to eat delicious." ”

Qingzhu was at a loss and frowned: "Let others hear!"

"When she cried to you, did you say the same thing? If I were her, would you treat me differently? Qingzhu, in fact, I ...... it."

"Let's go, go to the kitchen, you're going to go to the Xianle Pavilion when you're done. Qingzhu suddenly became cold.

Mo Zheng was a little stunned, turned sideways, stood at the door for a while, and followed him to the kitchen.

Qingzhu rolled up his sleeves, revealing two arms with smooth lines and perfect muscles, kneading the dough vigorously, which was exactly the same as Mo Zheng's memory, Mo Zheng just couldn't remember his appearance, but, enough, a back was enough.

She walked over slowly, hugged his waist, Qingzhu was stunned, pinching the dough with one hand and grasping the flour with the other, frozen.

"Mo Zheng. ”

"I'm not Mo Zheng. ”

"Mo Zheng, we said okay, no one should fall in love with anyone, you don't want to be like this. I don't want to be sorry for her, and you don't want to be sorry for him, do you? ”

"I'm Shi Moyu. Mo Zheng muttered in a low voice: "Although I can't remember his appearance and name, I'm sure you are him." Shi Mo was my name in my last life. ”

Maybe she was tired of crying just now, she said very calmly.

This name, this name, why is it so familiar and yet so unfamiliar.

Shi Mo language!

Qingzhu closed his eyes and tried to remember, his head was like paste, and his heart was also messed up and upset.

"Let go of me!" he yelled.

"No, I finally found you, I will never let you go again, I left you in my last life, I really regret dying, I knew that it was not easy to meet you, I would endure it if I was better than death. ”

"You're done, let it go!"

"Don't let go of ......" Before she finished speaking, Qingzhu broke her hand, he didn't use too much strength, Mo Zheng still felt pain, so she could only let go, she looked at Qingzhu with a gloomy face, a little disappointed.

"Qingzhu, I am her, I am really her. ”

"You're not done, what's the wind in the morning?"

"Why don't you believe it? Shi Moyu, don't you think this name is familiar?"

"I've never heard of it, don't say it anymore, you're not her. He may have forgotten how he took Mo Zheng as her, but he didn't want to admit it at the moment.

"I am, you believe me, I am!" Mo Zheng was very excited, and he must make him believe in himself.

Qingzhu didn't say anything and continued to knead the dough.

"You wait, someone will tell you that I didn't lie to you. After Mo Zheng finished speaking, he walked out, and after a while, he brought Ah Luo over, Qingzhu looked at them and shook his head: "Mo Zheng, are you crazy?"

"Ah Luo, you tell the hall owner who I am, tell him. ”

As soon as Ah Luo woke up, he was called out by Mo Zheng, and he was brought here inexplicably, feeling inexplicable, and now he wants him to say who she is, he wonders even more, who is she, how does he know?

Ah Luo shook his head, and said "ahhhhh

"Why don't you speak, speak, tell him everything you know. ”

Ah Luo pointed to his head and pointed to his mouth, meaning that he couldn't speak, and he couldn't remember anything.

Mo Zheng understood it, but he couldn't get over it, so he shouted to Ah Luo: "You say, you say that I am Shi Moyu, you said that he is the person I am looking for, I beg you, I said that he didn't believe it, only you told him." ”

Ah Luo looked at her very blankly, and then looked at Qingzhu with a pleading expression.

Qingzhu motioned for him to go out first with his eyes, and Shi Mo Yu weakly let go of the hand that was holding him, slowly squatted down, and whimpered in a low voice.

"Okay, enough trouble?"

"You don't believe me, you don't love me anymore. ”

"You still don't think you're ashamed enough, do you?"

"You don't love me anymore, so what do you care if I'm ashamed or not. ”

"Do you really remember that you are Shi Moyu, or who did you listen to?"

"I ...... I remembered it myself. ”

"Nonsense! Didn't Ah Luo tell you, who is he, you believe whatever he says!"

"What he said is true, it's that you don't love me anymore, so you won't admit it, you forgot about me, and you're not a good man!" Mo Zheng stood up and cried and scolded.

You don't even think about anything, I understand your feelings, I understand myself, but you can't just say I'm the person you're looking for. ”

"You, you didn't think of me as the person you were looking for. ”

Qingzhu remembered that his lips were gently pressed against her face, remembered how he wanted to get close to her, and said that he was not mistaken.

"That's when I'm unconscious. ”

"I don't want to wait any longer, I'll be crazy if I wait any longer, Qingzhu, let's not look for it, I don't know what year and month it will be, there is a way, I don't know if you want to try. ”

Qingzhu knew what he was talking about, or asked, "What?"

Mo Zheng slowly but firmly spit out three words: "Requiem." ”

Qingzhu didn't say anything, made a bowl of wontons, one bowl per person, and asked the next person to serve a big bowl to Ah Yan and Qianzhu'er and Ah Luo, they each had a bowl, they sat at the kitchen table, didn't speak, and ate silently, Mo Zheng went back to the room to wash his face, and calmed down before going to Xianle Hall.

Qingzhu thought about the name Mo Yu over and over again, could it be really her name, why couldn't he remember it?

He took her for her twice, was it just because she was the person he was looking for!

Qingzhu's heart was too chaotic, and the work at hand could not be progressed, so he sighed and went to the garden.

Qingzhu stood under the osmanthus tree, blowing the cold wind, playing the bamboo flute with his eyebrows tightened, the music was melodious but full of sadness, just like his mood at the moment, full of doubts, and a trace of comfort, although, not sure, he wanted to believe that it was true, but, it was not his memory, but imagination, in case, admit the mistake, how to explain it when I reunited with her in the future?

At this moment, Qingzhu needs to vent, so he put away the bamboo flute and practiced the swordsmanship that he had been familiar with since he had been familiar with it for a long time.

White

Qingjian,

pink osmanthus,

body shift,

Handsome,

It's just that his eyes are full of sadness, and people don't dare to stare.

Suddenly, a big gray bird flew over from a distance, turning into a man in gray standing behind Qingzhu, Qingzhu felt a strange and dangerous aura, and quickly climbed the trunk of the tree with two feet, standing on the treetops, and looked at the man in gray with sharp eyes.

The gray-clothed man sneered and said, "The dignified city lord of Wule City was so frightened by me that he hid in a tree!"

Qingzhu came down from the tree and grabbed his placket: "How do you know my identity in the last life, who are you?"

"I know a lot, but it doesn't matter, you're going to die at my hands anyway. After that, he started to do it, Qingzhu didn't have time or opportunity to ask him again, and the two of them were inseparable.

The green bamboo sword and the gray sword collided with each other, and the man in gray felt struggling to parry the green bamboo's swordsmanship, and at the same time stumbled the green bamboo with his legs, only to see the legs of the two people crackling You kick me, you kick me, you kick me, the weapons resist each other, they are all sweating but no one admits defeat.

Qingzhu pushed the man in gray far away, the man in gray stood firm and ran over, and swept Qingzhu's legs with a gray sword, Qingzhu tiptoed on his feet and jumped on the treetops, and the man in gray also flew up, and the two fought on the tree again.

The man in gray soon couldn't stand firmly, so he thought of using a hidden weapon, and when Qingzhu wasn't paying attention, he found a dart in the palm of his hand, and was about to pierce Qingzhu's eyes.

Qingzhu looked at the dart steadily, countless bamboo leaves emanated from his body, and a leaf mass was formed at great speed, and the dart pierced into the leaf ball, and then bounced to the head of the man in gray, and pierced deeply.

The man in gray screamed in pain and fell from the tree, his head was bleeding, Qingzhu stood beside him and asked him, "Say, what do you know?"

The man in gray couldn't stop vomiting blood, and said vaguely, "You...... You'll always ...... None of them know. ”

"Speak quickly!"

But the man in gray couldn't say anything anymore.

After a while, it turned into a puff of gray smoke and dissipated into the air.

Qingzhu put away the bamboo sword, and at this time, the raindrops of beans fell down and smashed on Qingzhu, who looked lonely.

He didn't get out of the garden, his body was drenched, he couldn't feel anything, he didn't know how to hide from the rain, so he walked back to the room, like a bamboo falling straight down, the names of Shi Mo Yu and Mo Zheng kept flashing in his mind, he saw her back, but he didn't know which name to call her, she turned back, it was Mo Zheng who was in tears.

Mo Zheng, Shi Mo language.

Qingzhu also couldn't wait.