Volume 1 Bully me, insult me, I can't bear it Chapter 189 Sycamore Moonlight

Chapter 189 Sycamore Moonlight

"The sycamore is quiet at night, and the moonlight is lonely in the clouds."

Mo Zi faintly heard someone reading two lines of poetry in her ear, and reacted that it was a man's voice, and immediately grabbed an old thick wooden stick from under the pillow, and said viciously, "Who are you?" Where did it come from? Who sent it? ”

"Shouldn't you open your eyes and ask so many words?" A light smile and a familiar voice.

"I want to be able to open my eyes naturally. Do you know that when you wake up in the middle of a good dream, you are the most tired. Hearing who it was, Mo Zi put down the stick and rubbed her eyelids.

As soon as you catch your eye, it's such a picture.

A gentle man in a black shirt, his black hair is combed up, smooth as silk, and he has a high wooden hairpin. He sat on a wooden chair in front of the window, a piece of paper in his hand. The moonlight on the window paper reflected the snow white behind him, and the eyes were stained with ink, rich into the night.

"You wrote that?" Yuan Cheng put down the paper and seemed to look over.

Not sure, because he had his back to the moonlight.

Mo Zi's consciousness was still in a daze, and he asked, "What did I write?" ”

"The sycamore is quiet at night, and the moonlight is lonely in the clouds." The fingertips under the white moon are clear, and the paper is dotted.

"Oh - I've read so many ancient books, don't plagiarize, and write two sentences by myself.

"You don't have a sycamore here, the one outside the house is an elm tree. Moreover, there are no clouds tonight. After reading these two sentences, he deliberately pushed the window to take a look, wanting to enjoy such a view.

Mo Zi's eyes rolled, "Mr. Yuan is talented, don't you understand the mystery of artistic conception?" "Do you understand the artistic conception and artistic conception?" You can't see the sycamore in your eyes, but I can see it. You said that there were no clouds tonight, but I saw the moon rise out of the sea of clouds. The key is that it can't be said that there are elm money leaves at night, and there are no clouds and moonlight. ”

Yuan Cheng laughed out loud, "I didn't expect Brother Mo to have a great talent for poetry, and he was disrespectful and disrespectful." ”

Mo Zi snorted, "Don't talk about it reluctantly, you don't have to talk about other people's hypocrisy." ”

The handsome figure suddenly stood up and took two steps to her bed, and the shadow touched her quilt.

"Yuan Cheng" Mo Zi shouted anxiously, and was afraid of arguing with the zanjin in the next room, so he hurriedly lowered his voice, "You came to Hongyu in the middle of the night, what are you looking for me?" This time, she recuperated from the injury for half a month, and made sure that it would not recur, so she began to run red fire. She stayed in the yard for three days, waiting for the last day of tomorrow when the recruitment was completed.

"I'm here to visit." What a clever girl, who saw him so clearly. But how? He wanted to go around in circles with her.

"A return visit?" She's dreaming, right? There are few words, and this person is not in decline.

"I received your post and heart, but I don't show my face like you, I must thank you in person. It's a beautiful night tonight—" The shadow climbed over the entire wooden bed and up the inner wall.

Mo Zi sighed and reached out to stroke his forehead, "Yuan Cheng, you are so abnormal today. Happy, or angry? She wasn't so narcissistic, and thought his late-night visit was ambiguous.

The shadow receded, and he sat back in his chair, finishing the second half of his sentence, "Fit for a good pot of wine." ”

She knew this, got up and put on a long gown, she sat down opposite him, pushed open the window, and the table was covered with silver and white, and the smell of river water poured in.

Yuan Cheng watched her put a green shirt on her white undershirt in front of her, and smiled lightly, "You really think of yourself as a man?" ”

Mo Zi glanced at him, she had experienced the era of wearing underwear outside, was she still afraid of wearing clothes in front of people?

"I saw you when you were at your worst. And when I was at my worst, you saw it. Besides, if there is an earthquake, I dare to run outside in my underwear. In any case, you have to keep up with the changing environment. "I'm sorry, she doesn't blush.

Yuan Cheng turned over the porcelain cup on the table and poured two glasses of wine. He really brought good wine.

The two of them drank slowly in a small glass, neither of them spoke, but looked out the window. After a while, the one who finished drinking first spoke first.

Mo Zi said, "Are you satisfied with that gift?" "During the recuperation period, I was bored again. Thinking that there was no reason to accept his benefits in vain, I made such a "heart".

"As I said, I would be more satisfied if you delivered it yourself." Now, I owe a little.

Mo Zi distinguished: "I'm recuperating from my injuries." "Don't be picky if you have a courtesy.

Yuan Cheng smiled and poured himself another glass, "Brother Mo's hands are really coincidental. Not only can you drive ships and build ships, but you can also confuse the real with the fake. With that carving stunt alone, there must be people who are willing to hold it. ”

Mo Zi wasn't surprised at all that Yuan Cheng knew, "So, I thought this gift was very expressive." ”

"That's nature. I heard that you are afraid that the secret skills of shipbuilding will be passed out, and they are all in a closed house, and I saw with my own eyes that you dismantled the ship after breaking through the ghost gate, and you carved white peonies for me, I guess you deliberately revealed another secret skill of yours. I dare not be ashamed to let Brother Mo trust me so much. "Yuan Cheng's understanding is 100%.

Mo Zi shook her head and sighed to herself. Yes, he asked someone to save her life, and she wouldn't be so stingy as just sending a fake flower. She showed her carving skills in front of him, not only to trust him, but also to use him.

He and she are mutually beneficial. He helped her once, and she wanted to help him back once.

"Yuan Cheng, you come, but you have something to do for me?" The beautiful scenery is suitable for talking about business.

"Brother Mo, I'm here to ask for your help." If you don't help, you can't do it yet.

Mo Zi saw Yuan Cheng take out a folded piece of paper from her arms, spread it out on the table, and when she looked at it, she frowned.

"Yuan Cheng, I can only build ships, not houses." It was a plan of the mansion, "You're looking for the wrong person." ”

Yuan Cheng was not in a hurry, "This is the reconstruction map of the Yuan Mansion handed over to me by the Ministry of Industry, and they will send someone to supervise it." ”

Although Mo Zi doesn't know how to build a house, she is very good at handicraft, and she has carved a lot of pavilions and pavilions on weekdays. This reconstruction plan is a big move, and it is bound to make your home magnificent and beautiful. According to this, you will become the most luxurious doctor of Taixue in Da Zhou. ”

The two often spoke-for-tat, so Yuan Cheng didn't care about her sarcasm, and pointed to a certain place in the drawing, "It's just this place, you have to do it." I will arrange for you and your people to come into the house, but you must choose the most trustworthy person to help you build together. It's like - the four brothers you passed through the ghost gate can die in one boat. ”

Mo Zi became serious, and looked at the place he pointed at for a while, a little unsure, "Could it be ——? Yuancheng, what exactly do you want to do? "Rebuild the wasteland, and I want her to help him.

"You asked me that day, did you put down what you were carrying?" He rehashed the old words.

"At the time, you said you didn't know." What was given to her was an ambiguous answer.

"I thought about it, the Yuan family has more than 100 lives, and they can't just die in vain." I was tired for a while because of frustration, and I wanted to find something to do. What's more, all the people in his family died, and the officials who participated in it back then lived a good life, which made him not very reconciled.

"Do you want revenge?". When Mo Zi said this, he was very calm. She is not a weak person, and she will not be like other women, who persuade her to let go of hatred.

If you are not a party to it, you will never understand the pain of life and death.

If he figured it out for himself, it would be fine. Life is short, and living for yourself is very chic. But if he can't let go, he will simply seek justice until his heart is satisfied, and he will be truly liberated. The two paths are actually everyone's choice. It's like, if her past lets her go, then she also lets go of the people and things of her past. But if they have to come to the door, she will never be as stupid as before, and she will definitely get it back with interest.

The most classic sentence of persuading people to be good is that after revenge, will they be happy?

If you want her to say, it's not a question of being happy or unhappy, but that after revenge, there will be no baggage. Without baggage, you will naturally be able to live a good life again and establish new goals.

Yuan Cheng looked at her quietly, his smile was pale and his tone was compassionate, as if he was pitying himself, "If I don't take revenge, what else can I do?" ”

It wasn't the first time Mo Zi had heard him speak in such a tone. All the way to save him from Nande, he was so desperate to survive, but he wanted to give up survival, so paradoxical.

What else can he do if he doesn't get revenge?

What else could she do if she didn't build a ship?

"I'll help you see." "Revenge doesn't have to be bloody anyway, and it doesn't have to be good to defeat evil," she said. Maybe if you don't succeed in the end, you will become a benevolent, even if you try your best. I can't say, halfway through finding a new goal, I will give up the old one. ”

Yuan Cheng couldn't help but laugh when he heard her talk, "If you don't succeed, you can go to Chengren, don't pull me." ”

Mo Zi went to get the wine jug, but was preempted by Yuan Cheng, so he could only frown at the wine glass that was not left, "Yuan Cheng, didn't you come to drink with me?" Stingy like this. ”

"The project will start in ten days, and you should find good people during this period, and by the way, think about how to build it so as to avoid the eyes and ears of others. Tell me everything you need. Yuan Cheng drank the last glass of wine and got up and walked to the door.

"That's it. Where will I get the money? Mo Zi followed, sending off the guests.

When she opened the door, she saw a thin middle-aged man outside, a face she had never seen before.

"There's no way you're going to bring Qianniuwei here, are you? Less words "not so stupid."

"He's not." Yuan Cheng stepped out of the threshold, "Don't send it away, go back to sleep." ”

Mo Zi snorted, and was about to turn around, when he heard the man say to Yuan Cheng that the kid next door let him sleep, is it just like that.

She stared back, "Yuan Cheng, your people have slept with Zanjin, what should I do if someone comes to attack me?" "This man who doesn't look amazing has very high martial arts?

Yuan Cheng instructed the man to go and untie Zanjin.

Mo Zi tilted her head, unable to figure it out, "There are all strange people around you, are you still lacking me?" ”

Yuan Cheng looked at her and only said, "When I was about to die, there were no strange people around me, only you." ”

When the middle-aged man came out, he left.

I heard Zanjin shouting next door, "Grandma's, who filmed me?" ”

Glancing at the malnourished elm tree, looking up at the bare moon, Mo Zi sighed, what the hell?

Today's second update, it's a reward plus more, and a non-pink plus more.

I owe a lot of chapters, I know. But I've been rewarding a lot of relatives recently, so let me add a new one for them.

I wish you a happy New Year, good health, and a happy New Year.

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