Nie Yunwen woke up as if she had been empowered: "You're right, I've survived here, and some things are not worth worrying about." ”

Chunxing smiled and nodded.

She glanced at the room where Mo Lao and Young Master Zhao Yi were and said to Nie Yunwen: "This parting will take more than a hundred years to see you again, presumably Mo Lao will have a lot to say to Young Master Yi." ”

Chunxing got up with a smile: "I'll go to dig a few more jars of wine under the tree first, so that the fairy and the young master can take it with them when they part." ”

Nie Yunwen was touched and asked, "Aunt Chunxing, are you ...... Do you make a lot of wine? ”

Chunxing paused, turned around and said: "It's not much, it's just for Mo Lao and Young Master to taste every year, but this time, I brewed dozens of jars." ”

"So much?"

Chunxing nodded, with a touch of reluctance on his face: "Yes." ”

"It's all buried under the flower tree, my spiritual roots are poor, almost no different from mortals, I want to come...... He is not more than 100 years old. ”

"I'm afraid I can't wait until the young master returns......" She lowered her eyes and walked towards the corridor step by step: "I'll brew more, and when he comes back, I can still leave some wine to poach with him, so I will stay in the house." ”

Her voice just fell. A door opened not far away.

"Chunxing!" Zhao Yixu just heard Fang Cai's words, and his eyes were red, so he ran towards her.

Chunxing also had tears in his eyes, and hugged him with open hands: "Yi'er......"

She doesn't care about the difference between dignity and inferiority at this time.

The two men wept together.

Nie Yunwen walked to Mo Lao's side and looked at the two sad people together.

"They have deep feelings, and it is human nature that they are difficult to let go." Mo Lao sighed.

Nie Yunwen looked at it for a while, and suddenly said, "Old Mo, if I ask you for Chunxing, will you be willing to do it?" Nie Yunwen woke up as if she had been empowered: "You're right, I've survived here, and some things aren't worth worrying about." ”

Chunxing smiled and nodded.

She glanced at the room where Mo Lao and Young Master Zhao Yi were and said to Nie Yunwen: "This parting will take more than a hundred years to see you again, presumably Mo Lao will have a lot to say to Young Master Yi." ”

Chunxing got up with a smile: "I'll go to dig a few more jars of wine under the tree first, so that the fairy and the young master can take it with them when they part." ”

Nie Yunwen was touched and asked, "Aunt Chunxing, are you ...... Do you make a lot of wine? ”

Chunxing paused, turned around and said: "It's not much, it's just for Mo Lao and Young Master to taste every year, but this time, I brewed dozens of jars." ”

"So much?"

Chunxing nodded, with a touch of reluctance on his face: "Yes." ”

"It's all buried under the flower tree, my spiritual roots are poor, almost no different from mortals, I want to come...... He is not more than 100 years old. ”

"I'm afraid I can't wait until the young master returns......" She lowered her eyes and walked towards the corridor step by step: "I'll brew more, and when he comes back, I can still leave some wine to poach with him, so I will stay in the house." ”

Her voice just fell. A door opened not far away.

"Chunxing!" Zhao Yixu just heard Fang Cai's words, and his eyes were red, so he ran towards her.

Chunxing also had tears in his eyes, and hugged him with open hands: "Yi'er......"

She doesn't care about the difference between dignity and inferiority at this time.

The two men wept together.

Nie Yunwen walked to Mo Lao's side and looked at the two sad people together.

"They have deep feelings, and it is human nature that they are difficult to let go." Mo Lao sighed.

Nie Yunwen looked at it for a while, and suddenly said, "Old Mo, if I ask you for Chunxing, will you be willing to do it?" ”