Sunset West Mountain.

The day in Mobei is especially short.

In the prosperous world, it is now the midsummer when hundreds of 'flowers' are in full bloom, but this desert north is shrouded in layers of snow and cold all day long.

On Meilin Island, the pink plum blossoms are blooming, and in this full white color, they release the beauty of the delicate "beauty" and "desire".

In the pavilion, the beautiful back of a 'woman' became more and more charming in the sunset.

The 'female' person stood in a 'jade' pavilion, holding a 'jade' flute, in the afterglow of the sunset, silent, playing an elegant tune.

In the distance, there was a little boy running around with Sa Huanzi, and when he was tired of running, he stopped, and piled up soft snow 'flowers' with his chubby little hands, piling up a snowman as cute as a boy.

Murong Xiang was not far away, silently looking at this picture shrouded in dusk, and there seemed to be a warm current in his heart, flowing from his heart to his whole body.

He has never been a domineering and selfish person, but at this time, he suddenly wants to occupy this wonderful scenery with selfishness.

He has always liked to be alone, originally let Mo Lianyi and Wan Nian stay on the island, he thought that he would definitely be disgusted, but he had to give in because of his promise, but he didn't expect that not only did he not have any disgust, on the contrary, he felt that it was 'very' pleasant to get along with this mother and son.

Wan Nian is a little clever ghost IU, smart and cute, and knows how to be likable, even if he is a cold-faced iceberg, he loves Wan Nian from the bottom of his heart.

As for Mo Lianyi, she is a very good person, and she is a smart 'woman' with ice and snow, although she was full of hostility towards him at first, but now, she has everything on the island.

During this time, Mo Lianyi would always cook rice himself, and occasionally make some desserts, although they were all very simple, but there were many kinds of 'flowers', Murong Xiangzhi didn't pay attention to these, but he had to admit that he liked every meal that Mo Lianyi made with his heart.

A trace of flame ignited in Murong Xiang's heart, but the flame was still small, and I am afraid that even he himself could not realize it.

After the song, Mo Lianyi slowly put down the 'jade' flute in his hand, but his heart was thinking about the person he was worried about day and night.

"It's a good song of butterfly love 'flower', it's really moving." Behind him, he suddenly remembered Murong Xiangzhi's cold voice.

Mo Lianyi hurriedly retracted his thoughts, but there was something strange in his heart, Murong Xiangzhi rarely took the initiative to talk to her, he was more like a lump of wood, and he would spit out one or two words when he had to say it.

"Playing the flute in front of Young Master Murong, isn't that Luban's 'big axe' in front of the 'door', which makes you smile, and I hope that Young Master Murong will bear with me." Mo Lianyi's lips smiled and said softly.

"In fact, you don't have to be humble, just your song of butterfly love 'flower', although it has changed the sad charm since ancient times. turned into a melodious melody, but your change of this, coupled with your heroic realm, made this song more atmospheric and natural. Saying so much in one breath, Mo Lian was really taken aback.

You must know that a master of the world like Murong Xiangzhi who is deeply hidden and not 'exposed', piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, is 'fine' in everything, both civil and military, and is a rare arrogant son, but his evaluation of Mo Lianyi does not have any taste of pleasing at all.

It is precisely like this, in Mo Lianyi's ears, it is very useful.

"In that way, I'll be proud." Mo Lianyi smiled, but in his heart, a trace of sorrow suddenly rose.

This song "Butterfly Love 'Flower'" was originally a song handed down from ancient times, telling the story of a pair of hard-working lovers, so the melody charm is full of faint sadness.

It's just that the song played by Mo Lianyi was adapted, and the person who adapted it was Helian Chi.

Helian Chi once said that the hard-working mandarin duck that touches the world is certainly singable and crying, but life is short, and if you want to love, you must pursue it desperately, and his little boy is a heroic hero in the 'woman', and only the broad artistic conception of the atmosphere is worthy of her.

Therefore, Helian Chi adapted some parts of the tune to make a sad and sad song melodious and cheerful, but without losing its spiritual charm.

Just now, Mo Lianyi looked at the sunset, and couldn't help but think about Helian Chi in her heart, and the 'jade' flute was at hand, so she couldn't help but play, she didn't expect that Murong Xiangzhi would give her such a high evaluation.

"In fact, whether the music is played well or not depends not on how advanced the skill is, but only on whether it is really integrated into the sincerity." Murong Xiangzhi continued: "Not only disciples, but also any music rhythm, not only music rhythm, but everything in the world cannot escape a heart. ”

Murong Xiangzhi looked at Mo Lianyi's eyes, those clear and distant eyes were full of confidence, calmness, calmness, elegance, and every look, which attracted people to explore.

Mo Lianyi listened to Murong Xiangzhi's words quietly, and there was always a faint smile on his lips, generous, decent, and calm.

In his heart, he was pondering Murong Xiangzhi's words, and at that moment, he couldn't help but ask: "Is the same for the game?" ”

Nodding, Murong Xiangzhi had no reservations: "Yes, the rhythm is about qi, and the heart is calm, so that a thousand charms can be played, and the purpose of the game is to win, but the layout and strategy are the 'fine' flowers." ”

Mo Lianyi's eyes sank, carefully savoring the man's words.

"Attentively, when you regard the chess game as life, every chess piece as an important choice in your life journey, put yourself in the shoes of each chess piece, and let each chess piece play its own role, then it is a perfect game of chess, as for the ending, it is not so important."

Murong Xiang's voice was low, but Mo Lianyi firmly memorized every word.

For a long time, she couldn't get a little cheap in the chess game, maybe as Murong Xiangzhi said, maybe she cares about the ending, she cares too much about winning or losing, and she is scheming, but she makes herself tired, and the ending is always embarrassing......

Perhaps, Murong Xiangzhi really meant something when he said so much to her, Mo Lianyi thought to himself.

"Ha, I didn't expect that Young Master Murong was also a good talker." Mo Lianyi said jokingly, and there was a bright smile on his lips.

His eyes flashed, Murong Xiangzhi didn't care, and after a pause, he said softly: "Boya doesn't pass away as a bell, and it will be said that the piano will be broken through the ages." ”

After a pause, the man continued: "It's not early, it's windy at night, take Wan Nian back." With that, Murong Xiangzhi still turned around and left with an expressionless face, leaving a thoughtful Mo Lianyi in place.

Today's Murong Xiangweaving, with so many words, has already surprised her, so Mo Lianyi seems to be a little surprised by the last sentence of her concern for their mother and son.

It's just that Murong Xiang's sentence that made him slightly sad, "Boya does not pass away as a bell, and it makes people say that the piano is broken through the ages", but Mo Lianyi couldn't help but fall into contemplation.

The child period is gone, and the strings are gone. This is talking about the 'friendship' of Boyazi's bosom friend, Murong Xiangzhi said this, is he saying that he is not as indifferent as he seems, but it is difficult to find a bosom friend, so it is better to be silent?

If so, why do you tell yourself? Mo Lianyi is not stupid, of course she has already guessed something, Murong Xiangzhi is hinting that he regards Mo Lianyi as a confidant, so it makes Mo Lianyi very surprised.

But that's a good thing, isn't it?

The afterglow of the setting sun has become weaker and weaker, and a cold wind comes out, blowing down the snow 'flowers' on the branches of the plum 'flowers', sprinkled and falling arbitrarily.

Wuzi shook his head, Mo Lianyi greeted Wan Nian, and led Wan Nian with one hand and walked towards the house.

finally lulled the little devil to sleep, and Mo Lianyi only heard the sound of Sansheng gently knocking on the door.

opened, and at the entrance of the 'door' stood a slightly apologetic Murong Xiangzhi, holding a tray in his hand, Mo Lianyi only glanced at it, and recognized that in the tray, it was the best Suzhou brocade.

"I shouldn't have bothered you at this time, but I see that the lights are still on, and I guess you haven't slept yet." Murong Xiangzhi spoke first.

"Oh, come in and talk." Mo Lianyi had some doubts in his heart.

"No need, I just want to 'hand' this over to you, it's not as cold as Kyoto, you give yourself and Wan Nian, make clothes." Then, Murong Xiangzhi handed the tray to Mo Lianyi, and he turned around and left.

closed the 'door', but Mo Lianyi's heart was a little uneasy.

Murong Xiangzhi is a gentleman who is frank and 'dang', but she can clearly see what she sees in the man's eyes. It's not that she can't feel anything, Murong Xiangzhi's concern for herself and her heart made Mo Lianyi a little uneasy.

However, after thinking about it, since the line is done and done correctly, what is the worry?

It's just that the materials sent by Murong Xiangweaving are really what she needs. Mo Lianyi thought about it while flipping through the fine Su Jin, but found that under those Su Jin, there was actually a whole piece of animal skin, keeping warm, and the animal skin was the best.

She really had to make warmer clothes for Wan Nian.

Outside the window, Murong Xiangzhi walked a few steps away, and after hearing the sound of closing the 'door', he stopped, and then, the man slowly turned around, his long body, and stood silently, looking at the window that was still shining, thoughtful.

Before, it was he who didn't think about it, he was used to living in this kind of ice and snow, but he forgot about this mother and son, a 'woman' and a young son, when thinking about this, Murong Xiangzhi did not hesitate to turn out some of the clothes brought from the main house a few days ago, but they were all men.

Therefore, he had to take those unexpected animal skins to Mo Lianyi.

Just now, by the faint moonlight, Murong Xiangzhi looked at Mo Lianyi, and an idea popped up in his heart that he had never had before.

He wanted to be with the mother and son all the time, feel their joy, and infect their true feelings......

At the same time, on the vast sea, a large ship was moving quickly.

In Class A, Helian Chi looked at the not very bright moonlight, his heart was gloomy and thoughtful.

"Master, it's windy, let's go into the cabin to rest, and in two days, we will be able to reach the Mobei realm." Xueqiu said to Helian Chi.

It's just that Helian Chi didn't react, as if he was contemplating.

"Master?" The blood thickened and called tentatively.

"Listen!" Helian Chi suddenly spoke, and his tone was anxious: "Listen, when there is a flute, it is far and near, if there is nothing!" For many days, Helian Chi's quiet mood suddenly came to life, because he knew the sound of the flute.

Butterfly loves 'flowers', he personally made it for Mo Lianyi.

It's just that, looking at the blood-thick and blank eyes, the sound of the flute has also stopped.

Helian Chi let out a deep sigh and turned to enter the cabin.