Hearing this, Mo Qingchen was slightly stunned, and then, a bright smile bloomed on his gentle face, like the warm sun of early winter, and the person who shines on it is warm from the bottom of his heart to his fingertips.

Mo Qingchen straightened his robe slightly, and said with a smile: "Looking at you, I won't be tired." ”

Being able to look at Ah Ran like this and accompany her is too good a time.

The beautiful Mo Qingchen forgot about the others.

The beautiful Mo Qingchen was reluctant to leave.

"Well, go to sleep."

Mo Qingchen lowered his head, his voice was low and subtle, as if he was coaxing a child who refused to fall asleep, extremely patient.

"I'll leave when you're asleep."

Su Yunran tilted his head, but finally nodded, closed his eyes obediently, his face slowly relaxed, and his thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyelids, adding a bit of mystery to Su Yunran, who was already delicate.

Mo Qingchen sat quietly on the edge of the bed, a pair of gentle eyes always fell on Su Yunran's quiet sleeping face, with deep affection.

After a long time, Mo Qingchen raised his eyes suddenly, looked out, and his eyes were instantly sharp.

Since Mo Qingchen came, Ah Xue, who had never had any sense of existence, suddenly jumped out of the corner and jumped to the head of the bed, her small fox ears cocked, and her fluffy fox tail shook impatiently, looking extremely impatient.

Mo Qingchen lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand, and touched Ah Xue's back comfortingly, signaling it not to be nervous.

Ah Xue tilted her head, although she was puzzled, she gradually quieted down, and lay down beside Su Yunran's pillow obediently, her eyes staring at Su Yunran tightly.

Mo Qingchen turned his head and looked at Su Yunran, who was already asleep on the bed, and his eyes couldn't help but soften again. He leaned over slowly, and gently imprinted his cool thin lips on Su Yun's white forehead, cautious and extremely reverent.

Seeing this, Ah Xue seemed to be frightened, and instantly covered her eyes with her big tail, but she still couldn't help but pick up a handful of hair, and her light gaze came out of the gap, slowly curious and exploring.

Feeling Dao A Xue's gaze, Mo Qingchen just smiled helplessly, and his unclear gaze slowly fell on A Xue, and his thin lips hooked up a seemingly non-existent arc.

Ah Xue only felt a chill rise from her back, the hair on her body trembled, and her entire fox body couldn't help but shrink a few times.

Mo Qingchen retracted his gaze, stretched out his hand, carefully tucked the corners of the quilt for Su Yunran, then stood up, put down the plain bed curtain, and carefully sorted it out.

Glancing back at the beautiful woman on the bed again, Mo Qingchen turned around, and the dark clothes hung down properly, opening a soft arc in mid-air.

***

Outside the window, the night is deep, with a coolness that cannot be ignored, and the rippling moonlight is sprinkled, covering everything with a layer of misty water vapor.

There is a night breeze blowing slowly, the branches are gently swaying, the condensation falls, and the moonlight is dripping down.

Nan Shiyan stood on a tree, his long body was erect, and the cold condensation fell on his body unconsciously, and the hem of his white clothes was stained with the coldness of the night, but he maintained the same posture, his warm eyes always fell on the closed window, with a warm smile on his face.

The wind moved slightly, and a figure walked out of the room.

When he saw that person, Nan Shiyan smiled, the smile on his face was even more warm and warm, and his warm eyes trembled with broken light, full of indescribable bitterness and complexity.

Mo Qingchen walked out of the room, stepped lightly on tiptoe, and in an instant, he came to Nan Shiyan.

Nan Shiyan's expression moved slightly, and he smiled warmly at Mo Qingchen, and then turned around, and the clear and peerless figure had disappeared in place when the corners of his white clothes flew.

Mo Qingchen's eyes dimmed, he turned his head to glance at the room where Su Yunran was, and then followed Nan Shiyan's footsteps and left this place.

On the pale green trees, the crystal dew is rolling, clearly reflecting the lines and veins of the green leaves, and the dripping water vapor like moonlight.

The insects chirped a few lowly, ushering in the shallow singing of the branches and leaves.

There was silence all around, except for the whispers and murmurs of branches and leaves and insects.

Occasionally, green leaves float down from the branches, cross the air in a graceful and moving arc, and fall silently to the ground, embracing the earth affectionately.

We came to the end of our way home.

***

The cold wind blew on the face, and there were bursts of slight tingling, and the two figures, one white and one black, swept through the night, and the clothes flew up, bringing up a cold air current.

The mountains are empty, and the reckless ancient trees stand quietly, and the branches and leaves are rustling, as if whispering to the empty mountains.

Nan Shiyan stopped on top of an ancient tree, straightened the hem of his clothes casually, and slowly turned around.

The hem of the dark clothes hung down quietly, fluttering slightly in the mountain wind, and the man was long and jade, with a cold face and a deep breath all over his body.

Nan Shiyan stood with his hands in his hands, the jade fan was warm, and he smiled kindly, "King Gong, don't come unharmed." ”

Mo Qingchen raised his eyes, bowed his head slightly, and his voice was cold, "Young Master Yan." ”

Nan Shiyan squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the man in front of him carefully, and his slender and good-looking fingers carefully rubbed the jade fan in his hand, looking inexplicable.

"King Gong, is Ling'er resting?"

Mo Qingchen's eyes flashed, but he still nodded, and there was a little softness in his cold voice.

"I'm asleep."

Nan Shiyan nodded with satisfaction, his eyes were full of light, like bright stars, extremely bright, and his warm voice was full of lightness.

"That's it, that's fine."

As he spoke, Nan Shiyan looked at Mo Qingchen's gaze a little more and scrutinized, but it was very calm and gentle.

Mo Qingchen just stood calmly on top of the ancient tree, half a bundle of black hair raised with the wind, with a cold arc, his expression was flat and extremely frank.

After a moment of silence, Nan Shiyan put away his gaze, raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said in a friendly voice: "King Gong, please also be sure to cherish Ling'er." ”

Mo Qingchen was stunned, and then, his gaze slowly softened, and the lines of his thin lips gradually relaxed, he nodded solemnly at Nan Shiyan, and his tone was serious: "Ah Ran, is the only girl in my heart in this life." ”

"I, Mo Qingchen, will cherish and love her."

Speaking of this, Mo Qingchen paused, raised his eyes to look at the dark night, and continued: "Even if it is at all costs. ”

Looking at Mo Qingchen's solemn appearance, Nan Shiyan's expression was slightly moved, and his eyes trembled, as fine and bright as a falling star.

After a little silence, Nan Shiyan shook his head, sighed helplessly, and Fang slowly spoke, his tone was heavy and complex, as if he was full of heart, melancholy and bitter.

"Mo Qingchen, I really envy you."

The night wind blew and blew off the hearts of the land.

Nan Shiyan stood alone in the cold wind, unparalleled in white, rippling with the rippling moonlight, flowing with a murmur of the past.

After a moment of silence, Mo Qingchen's voice with a sigh came faintly, accompanied by a cold temperature.

"Young Master Yan, do you know how much I envy you?"

Hearing this, Nan Shiyan was stunned, and then heard Mo Qingchen speak slowly, with a deep and mellow voice with infinite melancholy.

"I envy you, I have been with Ah Ran since I was a child and grew up together."

"I envy you, and Ah Ran share many good memories in common."

"I envy you, you and Ah Ran have a tacit understanding and care for each other."