"Nope."

Su Yunran shook his head, yawned boredly, shook his head violently, and his eyes gradually became clearer.

"Qingchen."

After a moment of silence, Su Yunran's thin lips opened slightly, and he spoke softly, and his slender fingers gently poked Mo Qingchen's shoulder.

"Huh?"

Mo Qingchen's hands holding Su Yunran's body tightened a little, and his mellow voice seemed to have the taste of sunshine, fresh and delicate, and warm.

"I want to go see Mt. Lonely Moon."

Su Yunran bit her lip, took a deep breath, and said calmly: "I want to go and see the places where my father and mother went back then." ”

I want to see the place where my father and mother are in love.

"Okay."

Mo Qingchen was relieved, and immediately nodded solemnly, stood up with Su Yunran in his arms, raised his hand to remove the enchantment, stepped on his toes, and left this place with a movement of his body.

Through the cold mountain breeze and the fresh and dripping breath, the two came to Silent Moon Mountain.

A large area of evening dew trees stands quietly, between the branches and leaves, telling the unknown heart, accompanied by the wind whispering, insects singing.

Maybe it's those who are like flowers, maybe it's those young people here, or maybe those who pass quietly, like water passing by.

Su Yunran got down from Mo Qingchen's arms, his slender hand brushed the lines on the trunk of the tree, and listened to the songs from the depths of the tree, his eyebrows trembled slightly, with a strange seriousness.

There seems to be a distant song, from the depths of this empty mountain, accompanied by a warm and soft breeze, blowing Su Yun's green silk, blowing Su Yun's white clothes, blowing Su Yun's countless thoughts.

The sunlight shone through the gaps between the branches and leaves, shattering and scattering all over the ground, mottled with splendor.

It seems to be a broken heart.

Taking a deep breath, Su Yunran slowly closed his eyes, his white teeth gently biting his lower lip, and the green silk was slightly raised, brushing his cheeks, bringing a slightly itchy touch.

Mother, I'm your dyer.

Today, Dye Er came with the only one that made Dye Er excited.

This is the place where you and your father are in love, and Dye Er believes that her mother must still have many good memories here.

Mother, the elders once said that you have never left Dye'er, you have been with Dye'er.

So, I believe that now, you can see Dye'er.

I can also see the man next to Dye'er.

He is Mo Qingchen, the only man who is tempted by Dye'er.

Mother, Dye Er brought him to see you.

Even if he had hurt Dye'er, even if he had brought Dye'er bad memories, Dye'er was still tempted by him.

Mother, you will bless you, right?

In your letter to me, you said, let me follow my heart, not be swayed by others, and live freely and freely.

Therefore, Ran'er admitted her feelings for Qingchen, and also faced this feeling seriously, accepted this feeling, and no longer could suppress it, nor could she escape it.

Although the master and all the brothers and sisters will not agree, Dye Er believes that you will agree, right?

Suddenly, his waist was locked by a pair of powerful arms, and his body suddenly fell into the warm and broad embrace, and there was a scorching breath in his ears, and a deep voice sounded, with a restrained affection.

"Ah Ran, no matter what the future holds, I've always been."

The eyebrows trembled slightly, Su Yunran slowly opened his eyes, his clear eyes were full of soft waves, and his thin lips were slightly relaxed, slowly hooked, and a shallow smile bloomed.

The fair-skinned slender hands were raised slightly, covering the hands that were locked around his waist, his body gradually relaxed, leaning back slightly, Su Yunran breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned obediently in Mo Qingchen's arms.

"Ah Ran."

Mo Qingchen lowered her head, her chin rested on Su Yunran's thin shoulder, and the breath she exhaled spread on her small earlobe, dyeing bursts of redness.

"My heart pleases you."

Qingchen pleases you.

The heart is pleased with all that you have, and the heart is moving, worried, and loving for all that you have.

Time passes, and time passes, and it never changes.

Su Yunran lowered his eyebrows, swept away the thoughts surging in his eyes, the tip of his nose was sour, and his heart rippled.

Biting his lower lip gently, Su Yunran took a deep breath and said softly, "I know." ”

Mo Qingchen pursed his sharp thin lips, tightened his hands holding Su Yunran's waist, his eyebrows drooped, his eyes dimmed suddenly, and the aura around his body fell.

The cool breeze blew through his ears, accompanied by a whispering voice, and after a long time, Su Yun's voice was as clear as jade, "Qingchen." ”

"I am pleased with you."

The night breeze brushed his cheeks, with these words, fluttering, through the soft dance steps, into Mo Qingchen's ears, into Mo Qingchen's heart, instantly stirred up layers of wind and waves in his heart, and the surging joy completely submerged him.

The hand locked on Su Yunran's waist suddenly tightened a few more points, Mo Qingchen's body trembled slightly, his breathing became unstable, and his face was half joyful and half panicked.

He rejoiced, rejoiced in his Ah Ran, and finally admitted that she was pleased with him.

She is affectionate towards him.

In her heart, there is him.

But he's scared too.

He was afraid that it was just a dream, a beautiful and intoxicating dream.

When the night fades, the sun rises, and the sun shines on the sky, everything will dissipate.

When I wake up, everything goes back to zero.

Only this lonely empty mountain remains, and the lonely self is left.

And Ah Ran is still the unparalleled medical skills, gentle and generous Miss Su Qi.

Treat people respectfully and politely, be cold and indifferent, and never stop for yourself.

All the gentleness, all the warmth, all the words, all made him fall, a fantasy.

Thinking of this, Mo Qingchen's heart trembled violently, and the thick uneasiness was like a tide, drowning himself, a strong sense of suffocation enveloped him, and a huge panic weighed down and enveloped him.

The palm of his hand was gently pinched, Mo Qingchen came back to his senses suddenly, and when he looked up, he saw the woman in his arms tilting her head slightly, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and her smile was bright, with the coquettishness of her daughter's family.

"Qingchen, this is the place where my father and mother are in love."

As he spoke, Su Yunran turned around, stood on tiptoe slightly, stretched out his slender white and tender little hand, wrapped around Mo Qingchen's neck, and leaned on his shoulder with a delicate face, attached to his ear, breathing like an orchid.

"It's ours too."

The clear voice floated leisurely, accompanied by the faint fragrance of flowers, and the shallow singing of the night breeze, lingering, flowing into Mo Qingchen's heart, immersed in Mo Qingchen's blood and soul.

At this point, it has been deeply imprinted, and it will not change in this life.

Mo Qingchen raised his hand and grabbed Su Yunran's little hand, his slender fingers were embedded between his fingers, slightly tightened, and his fingers were interlocked, with a strength that could not be ignored.

Su Yunran raised his lips slightly, and the palms of his hands were also slightly forced, and his slender fingers slowly tightened, obviously responding to Mo Qingchen's strength.

"Ah Ran."

Mo Qingchen's stunning face was close to Su Yunran's delicate little face, and he rubbed it gently, his low and mellow voice seemed to be an aged wine, exuding a deep aroma of wine, which made people fall intoxicated.

"Qingchen loves you."

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