In late spring, the petals fly, and some of them fall on the clear lake with the wind, and flutter with the ripples on the water.

The willows on the shore are lush, the carriage walks slowly on the road, the pedestrians on both sides rub shoulders, the men in cloth clothes and their companions stand by the lake and chant poems and paint each other, compete to learn, several young women stand boldly and curiously on the side and smile and admire, from time to time praise this sentence, praise that sentence, full of blush and joy.

This scene reflects the warm spring light and complements each other.

The people in the carriage raised the curtain and looked at the scene with a stunned expression, but after a moment they withdrew their gaze and lowered the curtain.

"Childe, are we going to leave like this?" Mo Miao endured and endured, but still couldn't help asking.

As she got farther and farther away from Jiangzhou City, the unwillingness in her heart became stronger and stronger, and she still didn't get much useful information in this line, and there was no evidence to prove what she knew.

For the first time, she was at a loss about the future, as if no matter what she did or how much she did, she would never be able to escape the shackles of fate, and she would still return to the original point.

And it was the man in front of her who brought her this blankness.

Yin Xiao looked up from the book, looked at her fixedly, and pulled the corners of his lips: "What?" Reluctant? ”

Mo Miao was speechless for a moment, met his indifferent gaze, and silently lowered his head: "Mo Miao doesn't dare." ”

"Lord allows you to dare." Yin Xiao said a word and dragged her over.

Mo Miao fell into his arms, his hands propped on his chest, feeling his breathing close, the hot air blowing into his neck, and listening to him whisper in his ear: "However, the master will not give you this opportunity." ”

The other party's handcuff made her very tight, and Mo Yao listened to his words and suddenly stopped struggling.

"Can palpitations recur?" Yin Xiao stroked her black thick hair and asked casually.

Mo Miao shook his head: "No." ”

"Go back and let Qiu Ning show you, you can cure it."

"Thank you, Childe." She still has doubts about this.

But she couldn't say it, maybe she hadn't had a seizure before, so she didn't know.

As he was thinking, the hairpin on his head was suddenly removed, and the long hair of a crow and crow instantly spread out like a waterfall.

Mo Jiao was stunned.

Yin Xiao turned her back to herself, reached out to hold a handful of her thick black hair, held it in her hand and played with it, and looked down and sniffed it from time to time.

In the quiet atmosphere, Mo Yao was drowsy from the shaking of the carriage and gradually closed his eyes.

"Yu'er, Yu'er......"

As if awake, Mo Miao vaguely heard someone calling her name, not Mo Yao, but Yu'er, not Liu Qingyang, who had called her Yu'er before, but a gentle female voice.

For some reason, this voice was a little familiar, as if it had been hidden in the depths of her memory for a long time, and suddenly appeared, making her eyes suddenly hot.

The voice continued, and there was nothing else but this feather, but it made her heart ache unbearably, and it didn't hurt to follow this voice wherever she went.

It's like a long time ago, fluttering his little short legs and pounced on the mother in his memory, holding his mother's fragrant and soft body, satisfied.

The feeling she hadn't felt for a long time made her eyes red in an instant, and a tear was left in the corner of her eye.

The already confused head became more and more confused, at this moment, her consciousness seemed to be squeezed by something, which made her frown and moan in pain, and with the sound in her ears echoing for a long time, her head seemed to explode, holding her head to stop the impact of this familiar force.

"Yu'er, come here, Yu'er, Yu'er......" The gentle voice sounded again and again, impacting her consciousness.

"Don't, don't, don't...... Mother...... Don't ......" she was incoherent, fighting against this force, but she could not break away from this strong desire, but it became stronger and stronger, and gradually had the potential to be destroyed.

Just as she gradually gave up struggling and wanted to follow her heart, a powerful pull instantly pulled her out.

As if he fell to the ground in an instant, the pain hit like a tide, Mo Yao opened his eyes in a trance, and there seemed to be a familiar silhouette dangling in the blurred vision.

In the boundless pain and strange swaying, Mo Miao fell into a deeper abyss, sweating as if lying in the water, sticky and uncomfortable.

By the time he regained consciousness, Mo Yao had already regained his clothes, lying in the man's arms, listening to his powerful heartbeat that was gradually calming down.

"Nightmare?" The man's slightly hoarse voice sounded, but Mo Yao did not answer.

Because she didn't know if it was a nightmare or not.

Although she resisted, there was a deepest longing that made her happy and afraid.

What the hell happened to her?

She thought that if she hadn't been woken up by Yin Xiao, she had no doubt that she would never want to wake up.

But this way of waking up is too ......

Was he intentional or a coincidence? Mo Jiao was powerless to think.

After scrubbing his body briefly, Mo Yao avoided his deep and inquiring gaze, closed his eyes and leaned against the wall of the carriage, calming his mood.

……

Three days later, the carriage stopped at a beautiful place under Luoyun Peak.

Yin Xiao got out of the carriage, took Mo Yao's hand, and said, "Go with the master." ”

Ge Qiu's calm face in front of the carriage finally showed a hint of surprise, paused, and did not follow.

Mo Miao walked with him on the mountain path, hearing the chirping of birds, smelling the faint fragrance of wild flowers, and feeling comfortable and refreshing.

She glanced at the man beside her suspiciously, and as time passed, her footsteps stepped on the soft ground, the expression on the other party's face became more and more solemn, and the curvature of her mouth became tighter and tighter.

Walking to the end of the path, there is a valley, the valley is not big, facing mountains on three sides, the spring in the valley is bright, and the flowers are fragrant.

There is a thatched hut in the valley, and a fresh breath of mountains and wilderness comes to your face.

Not far from the thatched hut are two wordless monuments.

Facing the two white marble tombstones that were clean and without a word, Yin Xiao lifted the hem of his clothes and knelt down.

When Mo Xiao was stunned, Yin Xiao said lightly: "Kneel." ”

For some reason, Mo Miao inexplicably didn't want to kneel, maybe she realized something.

But at this time, she had no room to refuse, so she was silent for a moment and knelt down.

No one spoke, but knelt quietly for a quarter of an hour or so, and even the faint sound of the wind could be heard in his ears.

Yin Xiao got up, pulled Mo Xiao up, and took her hand into the grass hut.

Although the hut is small, it has all the necessary organs, and there is a table and chairs, two stools, and a bed.

On the table is a set of ceramic tea sets, clean and without a trace of dust.

Yin Xiao poured two cups of hot tea into the pot, and handed one cup to Mo Yao.

Mo Yao took it, thanked him, held the teacup, and didn't know how to speak.

Where is this? Who belong to those two wordless tablets? Why is Yin Xiao so respectful?

In addition to his parents, the only person in this world who can be respected by Yin Xiao is the former pavilion master Yin Rong.

Of course, Yin Xiao's parents are the most likely.

After all, if one of them is Yin Rong, how could Yin Rong be buried in such a remote place? And who is the other one?

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