On the mountain behind Zhangjia's house, a lonely figure sat quietly on the lawn on the top of the mountain. A cool breeze blew, and although it was early summer, the hazy black shadow shivered slightly.

Letting the evening breeze blow, Zhang Mochen knew that his coldness was not because of the wind, but because of his heart.

Not far away, on a large stone about the same height as himself, through the silver-gray moonlight, you can vaguely see the patterns on it, which is a variety of pictures carved with small stones when he was a child.

Even when he grows up, Zhang Mochen will often bring Wang Yuyan to play, although there is no innocence in childhood, but two like-minded people, stay alone in this beautiful place, look at the mountains in the distance, listen to the beasts overhead, feel the breeze from the cheeks, even if they are silent to each other, but they are also very comfortable. Especially at night, when the night clouds drift by, you stand up as if you can touch the stars.

The mountain is still the same mountain, and the stars are still the same stars, but at this moment, there is no lively and lovely shadow around the young man, and under the cold moon, there is only a lonely shadow.

It seemed that because of the injury, Zhang Mochen felt a pain in his waist, so he simply went down. The thick softness of the summer grass from his back made him exhale comfortably.

Zhang Mochen put one hand under the back of his head, turned over the other hand, and put it on his forehead, through the gap between his fingertips, the stars close at hand were no longer independent bright pearls, but pieces of crystal shining with streamers.

"God, why did you give me such a high talent, but let me lose at the starting point?

Zhang Mochen had no intention of admiring the beautiful scenery on the black sky, waved the hand on his forehead vigorously, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and smashed it on the lawn, the black pupils of the two small silver moons were printed, and his anger burned.

Zhang Mochen glared, as if waiting for an answer from the sky, but in response to him was the silence of the night sky and the occasional falling meteor.

After a long time, Zhang Mochen's tense body slowly relaxed, and the anger on his face gradually subsided, as if he had accepted the tricks of fate.

"Hey!"

Zhang Mochen smiled bitterly, then lay on his side, bent his legs, hugged his chest with his arms, and gradually fell asleep.

The night was already deep, and even the flying beasts that came out of the night could not hear a trace of their chirp at this moment, and it was quiet.

The evening breeze blows, although refreshing, but also with a full coolness, the thin figure lies between the stars and the top of the mountain, in the silence of the night, it looks a little desolate.

At this time, the bushes not far away shook slightly, and a purple shadow glowing with silver moonlight walked out quietly, took off his coat softly, and gently covered the young man's body, and after tiptoeing to complete these, the purple shadow held back the tears in her eyes, and was a little reluctant to turn around and leave, disappearing into the bush.

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In the early morning, the cold and warm air meet, and the lawn is sprinkled with a layer of morning dew. turned over, obviously soaked in the morning dew, Zhang Mochen was instantly awakened by the cold.

I just wanted to sit up, but the severe soreness all over my body made Zhang Mochen's mouth grin.

"Hoo ......"

Zhang Mochen took a deep breath, obviously this sleep did not eliminate the melancholy in his heart.

Zhang Mochen didn't rush to stand up, but looked left and right looking for something. Last night, in a daze, he felt someone cover his clothes, but now, there was nothing around him except the crystal clear green grass.

"Hey, it seems that I dreamed of my mother again!"

Zhang Mochen rubbed his temples, trying to wake himself up quickly. I don't know how many nights, Zhang Mochen will dream of his mother, so for the vague memory of last night, it is natural to think that it is another dream.

Zhang Mochen came down from the back mountain, returned to the courtyard, paused slightly at an intersection, and after a while, walked in the opposite direction of his residence.

The chic small courtyard is still clean, and the surrounding flowers and plants, because of the moisture of the sun and rain, have grown up a lot more than the last time Zhang Mochen came, of course, it is also much more gorgeous, and those budding flowers are releasing the refreshing fragrance at this moment.

Zhang Mochen stopped in the courtyard for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and then took a deep breath and stepped forward to knock on the door.

"Knock knock!"

With a few crisp knocks on the door, Zhang Mochen stood absentmindedly at the door, waiting for a response.

But after a few moments, the room was still silent, and no movement could be heard.

"This Nizi, where did you run in the morning?"

Zhang Mochen muttered, and was about to raise his hands to push the door, but slowly put them down, as if he remembered the embarrassment of that day.

Zhang Mochen looked at the closed door again, and then turned to leave.

At the moment when Zhang Mochen turned around, a purple figure appeared in his pupils.

Because of no foreknowledge, Zhang Mochen's eyebrows suddenly moved, but seeing Zhang Moran's gentle smile like a spring equinox, Zhang Mochen's heart suddenly warmed.

"Brother Mochen, are you looking for me?"

Zhang Mochen moved lightly and walked towards Zhang Mochen, but his fair face was a little tired, especially around those big eyes that were as clear as water, there was a faint black circle.

"Oh, well, yes, I'm here to hug the stray hair!"

Seeing each other again, Zhang Mochen was a little restrained, and his words were less indifferent than at the beginning, and he became slurred. Certainly, this is not what it used to be!

"Ahh

Zhang Moran suddenly sneezed softly, and a jade hand tightly covered her small mouth, obviously not holding back.

"Oh, it should still be sleeping, this guy may be asleep, go, I'll take you in. ”

Zhang Moran snorted cutely, and was about to pull Zhang Mochen into the door.

"No need, I'll come back another day!" Zhang Mochen's hand skimmed back slightly with some unkindness, just avoiding the jade hand, and after saying this plain sentence, he strode away without slanting his eyes.

Feeling Zhang Mochen's indifference, Zhang Moran's body froze in place, and the outstretched little hand was still parked in mid-air. However, Zhang Moran was not angry, only distressed and powerless self-blame in his heart.

"If you have typhoid fever, pay more attention to rest!"

A gentle word of concern floated over from the other side of the wall, making Zhang Moran, who was still sad one second, involuntarily raise a warm smile at the corner of his mouth the next moment.

Zhang Moran returned to the room, hugged the still sleeping miscellaneous hair in his arms, and habitually put his index finger into the tiger's mouth, boring and teasing.

Zhang Moran's eyes were slightly raised, staring at the golden sunlight on the thin window paper, with a serious expression.

"Brother Mochen, Ran'er believes that you will definitely be able to get out of the trough!"