Before the day of Chinese New Year's Eve, Mo Baiyi had already gotten up and put on the new clothes prepared by the child, which were still spotless, only the cuffs and hem were embroidered with pear blossoms, which were not very conspicuous.

When the night vigil disciples saw it, only the Taoist master got up very early today, and his expression seemed to be a little softer than before, but other than that, it was no different from the past.

When it was dawn, Mo Baiyi took the piano from the house, took out the mountain stream and clear spring, and then took out the small handkerchief, and slowly wiped the body of the piano.

When the warm sun was rising, he sat under the eaves, plucked the strings between his fingers, and still adjusted the strings slowly and methodically.

From time to time, disciples came to say hello and responded one by one, or friends invited them, but they refused one by one.

About two teas after the warm sun rose, Mo Baiyi's expression was suffocated, the action of plucking the strings suddenly stopped, the corners of his lips rose almost imperceptibly, got up to sort out the slight creases on his clothes, and went to the pear forest with the piano.

I heard the voices of the two in the distance—

"It's so festive for him to have a cold face every day, and after a while you jump out from behind me and scare him, and then ah...... So, so, so, so~ Remember? ”

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Remembered the hosts! ”

"Not bad~ Eh, here, hide!"

"Nameless is hiding~"

"Uh-huh, close, don't speak."

"Good master!"

“……”

On the tallest pear tree in the pear forest stood a man, his long hair half tied and half scattered, his face handsome, and his red clothes were hunted by the wind, and the pear blossoms in the forest were dyed with bright colors.

The four eyes looked down and fell into the peach blossom eyes full of joy.

At this moment, a red shadow suddenly jumped in front of Mo Baiyi, ringing with a jingle bell.

Nameless sighed deeply, "Master Mo, have a good New Year." ”

Mo Baiyi answered, lowered his eyelids, and looked at the red-clothed young man in front of him...... Stunned.

Nameless is also wearing a red robe, with two round balls on the left and right on his head, the red rope is tied twice on the balls, and there are two bells falling below, and a little cinnabar in the center of his eyebrows will cover the magic marks.

You can tell at a glance whose masterpiece it is.

Jimo Qingyu didn't realize it, stood on the top of the tree and said with a smile: "Happy New Year~ I'm here to give you a gift, Master Mo~"

Then he opened his arms and jumped down from the pear tree, Mo Baiyi hurriedly stretched out his arms to catch it, and let the guqin in his arms smash on the ground.

Jimo Qingyu lowered his head slightly, and blew into his ear with a bad heart: "Send me to you, do you like it?" "Half joke, half serious.

Mo Baiyi's expression was indifferent, and he put the person down, and a flush appeared in his ears covered by his long hair.

"Why are you here? Aren't you afraid that the disciples will capture you? "Knowingly asked.

"They can't stop me, if Mo Baiyi doesn't let me in, I can only not enter." He said it very sincerely, but what he thought in his heart was that he was going to sneak in, and it was a big deal to sneak in.

After a pause, he asked cautiously: "Today's Chinese New Year's Eve, let's not mention those, okay?" ”

Mo Baiyi said, "Okay, that's just Chinese New Year's Eve." Leaning over to hide the smile that unconsciously drew up at the corner of his lips, he picked up the piano and wiped it, and went to the pavilion in the forest.

Jimo Qingyu followed behind, holding Nameless with one hand, chattering about some interesting things he encountered when he went out, endlessly, Mo Baiyi responded, not annoying.

When he arrived at the small pavilion, he took Nameless and called Mo Baiyi, saying, "How is it?" Cute, right? "Stuck in the waist, very scared," I tied my hair in a bun, and it looked festive and well-behaved~ Is it nameless? ”

Nameless nodded obediently: "Yes, master." ”

Mo Baiyi nodded with difficulty.

Then he set the piano, poured tea, stored spiritual power in his fingertips, and plucked the strings.

Playing is Mo Baiyi's new song, ethereal and leisurely, inviting birds to sing, with that dusty temperament, it can't be matched.

"Beautiful."

When Mo Baiyi heard this, the sound of the piano stopped, and he raised his eyes in confusion: "What?" ”

Jimo Qingyu propped his head and smiled with a pair of peach blossom eyes, "You look good in whatever you wear, and you look even better when you wear it to me." ”

“…… Nonsense. Master Mo's cheeks were slightly red, and he couldn't hold back these two words for a long time.

Jimo Qingyu smiled, drank two sips of tea, and when Mo Baiyi finished the song, he said, "It's almost noon, go down the mountain?" ”

Mo Baiyi responded, put the piano in the small pavilion, and then Mo Qingyu went down the mountain.

On the mountain road, Mo Baiyi walked slowly in front of him, that is, Mo Qingyu followed behind, stepping on the light footprints, walking slowly step by step, but his eyes were looking at the person in front of him, his eyes were tied from the forehead to the filial piety belt behind his head, moving down to the hairpin that tied his hair, and then to the arm that naturally hung down at his side, with slender jade white fingertips.

Unconsciously stretch out your hand, and when it is about to touch your fingertips, hang your hand, clench it, and release it.

A smile immediately hung on his face, and he concentrated on the footsteps of the person in front of him.

Later, there was a nameless, the master's movements, the nameless did not understand, so he reached out and dragged the hem of Jimo Qingyu's clothes, and the bell of the red rope pendant rang step by step on this quiet mountain road.

I went to a small town, some distance from Lingshan, so no one recognized the head of the Mo family, and no one recognized the demon who everyone shouted and beaten.

At noon on Chinese New Year's Eve, there are actually not many people in the street, they are busy eating reunion lunch, and then go out, it is taboo to visit the door at noon, the street stall owners are also rushing home to have a reunion dinner with their families, most of the store doors are open, the business in the restaurant is not cold, the pedestrians on the street are in a hurry, like the three of them walking aimlessly, very few.

In addition, all of them are extraordinary, attracting pedestrians to glance at them in a hurry, and they are not a family of three.

Since going down the mountain, Jimo Qingyu has fantasized about changing Mo Baiyi into a girl, or turning herself into a girl, plus nameless, it is like a family of three, the more I think about it, the more convinced I am, and there is a silly smile on my face.

But I didn't dare.

Walking like this, I have been looking forward to it for a long time, and I should be content, and my heart will be relieved.

At the moment, the vendor selling sugar gourds shouted and walked by, thinking that he was also in a hurry to go home for the New Year, and he was not walking slowly, Ji Mo Qingyu's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly shouted to stop the hawker, looking at the sugar gourds wrapped in smooth sugar coating, he bought three strings on a whim, and forced them into the hands of the two people and didn't care, Gu Zi took a bite, the sweet and sour taste filled his teeth, remembering the past, and laughing lowly.

Looking back at the Mo family, I don't know if I didn't eat it because I was concerned about my face.

And Nameless, with a sugar gourd in his hand, his expression was very entangled, and he stretched out his tongue and licked it tentatively, and then licked it again.

Jimo Qingyu rubbed the nameless little head, leaned over and asked, "Can you eat it?" ”

Nameless nodded, shook his head again, licked his lips, and looked at Jimo Qingyu with a blank expression.

Jimo Qingyu sighed lightly, "Sure enough, no." Then he rubbed his nameless little head, and a slender jade-white hand appeared in front of him, holding a small white jade bottle in his palm.

Jimo Qingyu took the vial, poured out a pill, fed it to Nameless, smiled at Mo Baiyi, then turned his head to look at Nameless, pointed to the sugar gourd in Nameless's hand, and said, "Try it again." ”

Nameless Yiyan licked the sugar coating again, and suddenly his eyes widened, full of novelty.

Jimo Qingyu chuckled, rubbed the top of the nameless hair, and said, "Sweet, right?" ”

"Sweet?" Nameless blinks and licks again.

"Sweet." Jimo Qingyu nodded.

Nameless's eyes were shining, he took a small bite, and he happened to eat hawthorn, and his little face was suddenly wrinkled, looking like he wanted to vomit but couldn't bear to vomit.

Jimo Qingyu smiled very poorly, "This is sour~"

"Sour?"

"Sour."

“…… The host, nameless hates sour. ”

Jimo Qingyu laughed, "When I ate it for the first time, it was also your reaction, that string of sugar gourds, or Mo Baiyi bought it for me." "In the blink of an eye, it looks like Mo Baiyi.

Mo Baiyi was stunned when he heard this, and his face was a little red.

Jimo Qingyu stood up, patted the hem of his clothes, and said with a smile: "I still remember that you used illusion on me at that time, I saw that I was a fat man as big as a mountain in my eyes, but it was a girl, I couldn't leave you and run, and then we took a string of sugar gourds and walked around most of Xihe City, if it wasn't for the next day I heard Bai Yu talk about it, and I saw the brother who looked very similar to you...... Ahem, girl...... I've probably been kept in the dark to this day. ”

Thinking that Mo Baiyi was in his eyes at that time, he was a fat man who was as fat as a ball, as strong as a hill, and the fat on his face shook three times when he took two steps, and even the ground seemed to be shaken, and he disappeared when he smiled, and he covered his stomach with a smile and squatted on the ground.

At that time, in the eyes of his friends who had not been involved in illusion, it was that he and Mo Baiyi walked together for a day talking and laughing.

I really want to see how Mo Baiyi was eating sugar gourd and talking and laughing at that time, which is now so cold and worried.

Nameless tugged at the corner of Jimo Qingyu's clothes: "Master? ”

"It's okay, I'm hungry, I don't have the strength," he stretched out his hand, "Lord Mo pulled me?" ”

Mo Baiyi stretched out his hand and pulled up the person who was pretending to be hungry on the ground, the man stood up straight but did not let go, but tentatively clenched a point, seeing that he did not break away, he had to inch in and hold it tighter, and smiled with satisfaction.

The other hand was about to hold Nameless, only to remember that there was a string of sugar gourds in his hand, and he was busy eating them one by one, almost souring his teeth, and glanced at the hand he was holding, and his heart was extremely sweet.

Then he took one by one and went to a restaurant that looked like the drunken immortal building in Xihe City back then, and the cultivator didn't necessarily need to eat anything, and set the private room of the year, and the picture was just an artistic conception.

ordered the dishes at that time, served tea to relieve greasy, sandwiched Mo Baiyi's favorite food, stuffed it into the bowl, supported his head and smiled at the people chewing slowly, eating a meal as elegant as a piano.

Looking at Nameless again, the whole person is almost buried in the bowl, after all, the first time I eat something, I don't have to say, the more I look at it, the more I look like a little beggar who has been hungry for several days.

I don't think it's so festive and cute.

He patted Nameless on the back and said, "Eat slowly." ”

Nameless raised his head, the tip of his nose was sticky with rice grains, and the corners of his mouth were also sticky a lot, and he said vaguely: "Master~"

Jimo Qingyu sneered, "This is not how rice is eaten, I will teach you to hold chopsticks." ”

Nameless nodded obediently, studied very seriously, and when he finally got the meal, he smiled out a pair of dimples, stupid.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, there are far more people than at noon, the streets are lit up, the vendors set up their stalls early, selling exquisite small objects, all kinds of food, and juggling, pedestrians are full of joy and laughter, and the girls and sons of various families are dressed up beautifully, and go out with their families to have fun, lively and festive.

Jimo Qingyu held Nameless with one hand, and hung down at his side with the other, looking at Mo Baiyi's palm, he still didn't dare to hold it.

Walking on the street and bought rice cakes, one person took the rice cake in his hand, shopping in the market, the nameless first saw the excitement, his hand dragged the Jimo Qingyu coat and did not loosen, squeezed the crowd to the various stalls, seeing that Mo Baiyi was about to be squeezed by the crowd, Ji Mo Qingyu hurriedly looked back and shouted: "Mo Baiyi!" ”

Rubbing his fingers with the white clothes, he was finally a little short, and his heart suddenly panicked, and the cold wind blew in the deep winter of the religion.

When he was about to put his hand down, he was suddenly grabbed by a warm hand and held it firmly.

Mo Baiyi walked up to him and said softly, "I'm here." There was less coldness in his voice.

My heart calmed down, and a trace of warmth rose.

Nameless to the side of the stalls here and there, see everything is novel, the hand always grasps the Jimo green feather coat and does not let go, not long after, there is another face in the hand of one person.

Pinching is the little Jimo Qingyu, Mo Baiyi and Nameless.

It's nameless, and he hugged a bunch of children's things, tossing them one by one.

Jimo Qingyu muttered in a low voice, "Change places in the coming year, there are many people crowded." Looking at the little Mo Baiyi in his hand, he was reluctant to eat.

The corners of Mo Baiyi's lips were slightly raised, and there was always a warm smile in his eyes, which was much softer than usual.

"Look, such a handsome son, like an immortal." I heard someone looking at Mo Baiyi and making a sound.

Jimo Qingyu looked up, the two big girls looked at Mo Baiyi, their eyes always wandered on the face, extremely bold, and the nearby girl's family couldn't help but secretly look at Mo Baiyi's face, and immediately blushed, and couldn't take their eyes off anymore.

was even bolder, instigating others to come forward and ask Mo Baiyi which young master he was, but he actually wanted to come to the door to propose marriage.

Mo Baiyi didn't react, but Jimo Qingyu was not happy in his heart, he tightened his hands, and when more people came forward to ask, he pulled Mo Baiyi away from these girls' homes.

"Chinese New Year's Eve is not Qixi, these girls' families, how can they not be reserved at all!" Jimo Qingyu muttered.

I picked a small shop at random, asked the store for a pot of wine, and then a bowl of rice balls for one person, and after the wine was brought, I opened the seal, and I was still indignant, so I poured a sip hard, and I drank it too quickly, so I choked.

Mo Baiyi frowned slightly, stroked Jimo Qingyu's back, and said, "Drink slowly," pause, "Drink more hurts your body, drink less." ”

Jimo Qingyu raised his eyes, his face was a flush of choking, and he smirked: "Okay~"

"I asked the store to stuff a coin in the glutinous rice balls, and whoever eats it will be the most blessed person in this year." Jimo Qingyu said, turning his eyes to look at Nameless, "If you eat, squeak, don't swallow it." ”

"Oh." Nameless nodded ignorantly, looking expectantly at the pot of rice balls tumbling in the store.

The last glutinous rice ball wrapped in coins was taught to Mo Baiyi to eat it, that is, Mo Qingyu smiled with crooked eyebrows, and said: "Master Mo must be the most blessed this year~"

Mo Baiyi wiped the copper coin and handed it to Jimo Qingyu, who was not surprised, his eyes were full of Mo Baiyi's warm and smiling eyes.

After thinking about it, he still handed the coin to Nameless, and Nameless looked at the two of them with a blank expression.

Jimo Qingyu smiled and said: "Take it, fools have foolish blessings~"

Nameless understood, and pouted and retorted: "Nameless is not stupid, the master is stupid!" "I took it anyway and hid the coin close to my body.

"Fools have foolish blessings~" Jimo Qingyu laughed twice and poured most of the wine into his stomach.

Nameless was curious, shouting to drink, but he couldn't stand the nameless commotion, so he allowed him to drink two sips, and suddenly his face was red to his neck, and he was so dizzy that he couldn't see the direction, and was ordered into the sword.

When the wine came up, even Mo Qingyu was a little top-heavy, and when he glanced at the bright moon hanging high, he almost fell down.

Mo Baiyi hurriedly held the person up, frowning slightly: "You are drunk." ”

"I'm not drunk." Jimo Qingyu said firmly, waved his hand, staggered forward, and said, "Go, Master Mo, I will send you back to Lingshan." ”

It's just that the road to Lingshan in front of me has become three or five, one moment in front of the chest and one time under the feet, one foot is empty, and I almost fall on the ground.

Mo Baiyi held his forehead and handed the gadget in his hand to Jimo Qingyu, who took it obediently, and only reacted when Mo Baiyi carried it out of a distance.

Jimo Qingyu struggled, "You let me go down......" The voice was not ambiguous at all, as if he was really not drunk.

Mo Baiyi said: "Don't move." A clear and cold voice.

"Oh." Jimo Qingyu trembled and immediately behaved.

Far away from the noisy street market, the path of Huiling Mountain is very quiet, and even the subtle insect chirping hidden in the grass can be heard vividly, especially the voice of the person on his body.

"Mo Baiyi ......"

"Hmm."

“…… It's embarrassing. He covered his face with a gesture, and the roots of his ears were red, and if he ignored the silly laughter full of happiness, it was still somewhat credible.

Mo Baiyi said: "Don't make trouble, when did you get drunk and didn't I carry it back?" ”

"Oh."

"Mo Baiyi ......" this person called again.

"Hmm."

"I'm not drunk~" protested in a low voice.

Mo Baiyi replied: "Nonsense, I know the amount of alcohol you have." The tone was flat.

"Oh."

"Mo Baiyi ......"

"Hmm."

"Mo Baiyi...... Happy New Year~"

"Happy New Year, Qingyu."

The drunk man leaned over his shoulder, smirked twice, shouted hello, his breath was full of alcohol, and suddenly slapped his forehead, "I almost forgot ......"

Saying that, he touched Mo Baiyi's arms, the cold hand touched the skin, causing Mo Baiyi to stiffen, and his steps slowed down, but that hand was not honest, touching here and there, touching for a long time before he felt wrong, sighed, there was a moment of soberness, and his drunken face was red like a lantern hanging on Chinese New Year's Eve.

Then he glared into his clothes, took out a bamboo flute, and handed it to Mo Baiyi.

"A New Year's gift for you." Although he was drunk and dazed, he was still cautious, "I did it myself, for the first time...... Don't be disgusted. Looking at Mo Baiyi's side face, I couldn't see it really.

Mo Baiyi took the bamboo flute, the flute was warm, and it passed into his heart through his fingertips, and a gentle smile rose on his lips, and said, "No, I like it very much." ”

"Mo Baiyi ......"

"Hmm."

"Mo Baiyi...... My heart pleases you. The sound of breathing gradually slowed down, brushing Mo Baiyi's red and hot ears.

fell asleep, so he stopped making a fuss, but he couldn't hear Mo Baiyi's words-

"Me too."

Mo Baiyi's residence on Lingshan is particularly quiet, two twin children are guarding the door, seeing Mo Baiyi coming, they are about to salute, but they see Mo Baiyi pointing to his lips and shaking his head.

When the child saw the sleeping person on Mo Baiyi's back, he immediately understood, opened the door, lowered his head and waited for Mo Baiyi to enter the room, then closed the door and retreated on both sides of the door.

Mo Baiyi's voice was heard in his head: "No one is allowed to approach." ”

The boy responded silently, looking more vigilant.

Jimo Qingyu didn't sleep very well at night, Mo Baiyi looked at the person who frowned in his sleep, took out the thing that had been prepared earlier, pinched his fingers, and hid the thing in Jimo Qingyu's heart, and said softly: "This thing can keep your soul alive, and the bento is... It's a New Year's gift. ”

Later, he ordered the child to take the guqin, and the spiritual power of his fingertips flowed, and he slowly calmed down.

The brow of the sleeping man stretched, as if he heard the whisper of the person who was thinking about him, believing in him and wishing to go to the same place with him.

So he hooked his lips and smiled, thinking that it was a sweet dream.