The pool was located at the back of his dormitory, and from now on he could be with them day and night.

"Let's go." After a long time, Mo Qingye said softly.

Du Yuanyuan and the others didn't say anything more, and left silently and gradually. The sound of footsteps echoed in the silence, through the cloister, around the dormitory, but the road seemed to be thousands of miles away, and there was no end to it. That's the nostalgia and abandonment of the heart. The banquet had already been prepared, but everyone had no intention of eating. Only wine can relieve a thousand sorrows.

Mo Qing drank a lot of wine at night. Cup after cup. There was no one to drink with him, for he had been sitting in the corner, pouring himself a drink. Seeing him getting drunk alone, others didn't want to come forward to disturb him.

Du Yuanyuan began to drink with Han Li, and later became his own drink. He looked at the night as he drank, but he didn't stop him, or say something to make him drink two less.

Half in the bag. It's going to feel better.

The banquet is very long, from noon to dusk, sunset, evening, and willow tops on the moon.

In the end, there were only two people left in the huge hall, Du Yuanyuan and Mo Qingye.

Since the little mushroom has a non-queen, the old and the young hit it off, and they have not pestered Xiao Du again. Han Li and Fu Feng went to rest after they were drunk. The people also retreated.

The hall was lit with thick salt wax at the mouth of the bowl, placed in the corner of the table, swaying the wine in the glass, reflecting the drunken face.

Finally, Du Yuan staggered to his feet, walked to Mo Qingye, held the wine bottle in his hand and said, "Don't, don't drink, again." His head was also dizzy, and he spoke incoherently, "Again, if you drink it any more, it will not be done." ”

Mo Qingye raised his eyes gently, smiled at him suddenly, and smiled, "What, it's not done." ”

"Look, look at this, it's all you drank." Du Yuanyuan pointed to seven or eight empty wine jars, "That's it here today, and I'll drink it another day." ”

"Huh." Mo Qingye brushed away his hand, turned the empty bottle, and looked at the table full of delicacies, "You say, why are you alive." ”

"Alas, don't talk about these ozone layers, if you don't live, you're still dead." Xiao Du sat down on the chair next to him again, and slapped his hand on his leg heavily, "Alive!" Above all else. ”

Mo Qing was stunned for a moment, staring at the wine bottle between his fingers, and then his hand loosened slightly, the jingle bell sounded, and the cup fell to the ground and shattered. "Man, fate, is such a thing."

Du Yuanyuan shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, "It's not that brittle." ”

"I'm afraid it's too much." Mo Qingye was faint and faint, and his voice carried a touch of nothingness, "If you say it, there will be nothing, nothing left." ”

"Qingye, it's all like this, let's think on the bright side." Du Yuanyuan sighed, smiled, and patted him on the shoulder, "At least you and I are alive, there is hope if you are alive!" "Paused, word for word" For the sake of forgotten remembrance, even if tomorrow is cold and freezing, the road is far away. ”

"Forgotten remembrance." Mo Qing repeated this sentence dreamily, and looked at Du Yuanyuan with his eyes, his eyes changed in an instant, and there seemed to be a very strong emotion fluctuating in his heart, and in the end it only turned into silence.

Xiao Du was obviously suspected of being drunk, put his arm across Mo Qingye's neck, and shook him left and right, just like the exchange of heartfelt complaints with his buddies in the bar in the first half of his life, "Yes, it's a commemoration, but never forget." There are always, there are always some people, they are like the light in our lives, illuminating the bottom of our hearts in the most difficult and darkest times, we, hehe, think that we can have them, have them forever, but later, only to realize that life is just a long, constantly losing road. When we can no longer hug them, we can no longer ...... Suddenly, looking back, those lights are still there, long, eternal, and never gone. Qing Ye, you know what I mean. ”

Mo Qingye blinked his eyelashes slightly, and a dreamy expression appeared on his pale face, "Then, are you the light of my life?" After a pause, "Isn't it, there will come a day when I won't be able to hug you anymore." ”

"No, I'll always, always, all the time!" Du Yuanyuan said with a smile, "I'm annoyed by you, and I won't leave." ”

After saying this, he waited for Mo Qingye's next sentence, "Actually, Benjun has already annoyed you." But he did not speak, but remained silent for a long time, as if in deep thought.

I don't know how long it took, but in the quiet, Mo Qingye suddenly said softly, "I'm sad in my heart." ”

"Me too." Du Yuanyuan let go of him and patted his chest, "Aggrieved, I want to cry." ”

"Then why don't you cry."

"No, I can't." Xiao Du pursed his lips, "How can you say that tears will be shed when you shed tears." ”

Mo Qingye looked at him sideways, blinked, and then hooked the corners of his lips lonely, didn't say anything, stood up, and walked out with a sway.

The tall and emaciated shadow was blurry and clear in Du Yuan's vision, clear and blurred, and the shadow was sufficient.

"Hehe, your temper, when will you change it." Xiao Du smiled and whispered, staggering over, "Hey—wait for me." ”

The cold moon hangs high. The Qingwang Mansion is silent.

Everyone fell asleep in a drunken state.

Wind. Cold and cold.

The vegetation is shrouded in snow, covered in silver, and sparkles like diamonds in the moonlight.

Bai Wei and Qiantu's funeral Mo Qingye did not inform the rest of the demons in Fan Luoshan, he didn't want to. I don't want others to see their sadness and loneliness. Or even unbearable.

Just buried the two of them quietly without leaving a trace. Buried in the heart. There will always be a day when the ground will be broken.

Dusty memories are shaken. It's all over again.

When passing by the stone pavilion in the garden, Mo Qingye slowly paused, looked at the corner of the eaves under the moonlight, and smiled inexplicably. He was already lonely, and he felt even more lonely after losing his best friend. Everything here once recorded the traces of that time. It's like a death in his heart, which can't be erased no matter what.

Du Yuanyuan followed, staggered and fell obliquely on top of him with a dreamy smile, and Mo Qingye was also leaned against the stone pillar of the pavilion, the light and shadow were shattered and sparse.

With drunkenness, Xiao Du leaned over to the past, put Xiao Mo against the stone pillar, and said with a smile, "Why don't you leave?" I want to sleep here. ”

"Take a look." Mo Qingye didn't push him away, and said shallowly, "Look at those scenes." No more. ”

"You, alas, are sometimes unpredictable." Du Yuanyuan wrapped his arms around his waist, "Let's say it's ruthless, it's more ruthless than anyone else, let's say it's soft-hearted, it's not, but it's more thoughtful than anyone else." ”

"Ruthless? I'm ruthless. Mo Qingye withdrew his gaze from a distance and fell on his face, "You think so." ”