Mo Yuanwai disciplined this only son very strictly, never allowed him to mess with flowers and grass, and it was impossible for him to go to that kind of romantic place, although there were many literati since ancient times, but Mo Sang was definitely a wonder that was unique in ten thousand.

Before, the mother wanted to tell her son about her family, but Mo Sang only saw a few portraits of women sent over. At this time, Mo Sang believed that even if the best painter in town was invited, it would be difficult to write about the appearance of this beautiful woman in front of him.

The two looked at each other for more than a minute, and Mo Sang suddenly thought of the sage's teachings and said to the beautiful woman in front of him.

"There is a difference between men and women, and I hope that the girl will let go. ”

Being made such a request by an ordinary man made Qi Ling'er a little embarrassed, but it was not easy to show it, so she had to blush her cheeks and slowly help Mo Sang up.

After Mo Sang stood up, he finally calmed down from the ups and downs just now. looked at Qi Ling'er, who was blushing, and bowed down to make a gesture. He said with his hands folded in front of his head, his body half-bent.

"Since the girl is a fairy in the mountains, mortals such as me naturally have little knowledge. Please forgive me for the offense just now, and if the girl doesn't dislike it, please go to the cold house and sit down, so as to avoid the cold wind. ”

Qi Ling'er listened to Mo Sang's explanation and recovered from her shyness. was about to leave, but it can be seen that there is always a force in Mo San's clear eyes that is stopping her from leaving.

"Well, then you will beg for mercy. ”

After speaking, Qi Ling'er walked across the bluestone path and entered the house.

An oil lamp, a brazier, a table, a chair, and a large bookcase make up all the furnishings in the room. Looking at an open book placed on the desk, Qi Ling'er was a little bored and walked over to pick it up and look at it.

The book is full of annotations.,I think this book must have worked hard in his life.。

Mo Sang followed Qi Ling'er into the house, and he did not close the door to avoid suspicion. Although it was late at night, there was no one outside, but if a young woman was with her, if she wanted others to see her, she would always attract gossip.

After Mo Sang entered the house, he felt a warm current hit his body, dissipating all the cold on his body. He was surprised when he saw it, and he suspected that Qi Ling'er had died.

Qi Ling'er saw that Mo Sang did not close the door and knew his considerations, and she couldn't help but feel more good for this open-minded scholar. You must know that with her beauty, if she usually walks on the street without covering her face, she will always attract the peeps and whispers of some boring people. I usually see a lot, but Qi Ling'er is too lazy to care, and sometimes she wears a veil when she goes out for fear of trouble.

Qi Ling'er walked to the bookshelf, looked at the dazzling ancient books, turned around and asked:

"Do you have all these books to read?"

"Naturally, it is. ”

Mo Sang heard the fairy mention what he was best at, and his face was happy and proud.

"What is the content of this book?"

Qi Ling'er picked up a yellowed scroll of books at random, pointed to the yellowed ancient characters on it and asked Mo Sang.

"It seems to be like a light cloud covering the moon, and fluttering like the snow of the wind.

Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rises. Forced to observe it, the green waves are scorching. ”

Mo Sang looked at the ancient book in Qi Ling'er's hand and recited the content, and said without finishing his mouth in a moment.

"What this book says is exactly what I see today, but the girl is as beautiful as Roselle in the world. ”

Qi Ling'er saw that Mo Sang praised himself without hesitation, and a little blush came to her face.

"Are you all so sour and sour? It's a bit of a literary style, but it's a pity that you're lustful. ”

Mo Sang saw that Qi Ling'er was a little critical of his praise, and suddenly became nervous. Hurriedly took two steps forward and came to Qi Ling'er to explain.

Moissan's words were heartfelt and not flattering. Although Mo Sang is not a sage, he is not an ordinary wanderer, I hope the girl is not strange. ”

Qi Ling'er saw that she was overstretched by Mo Sang at will, and laughed out loud.

"It turns out that your name is Mosan, which is a nice name. ”

Qi Ling'er did not respond to Mo Sang's explanation and walked to the bookcase on the other side. There was a small object on the bookcase that caught her attention.

"This flute is yours?"

Mo Sang saw that Qi Ling'er didn't seem to blame him, and he was overjoyed. Seeing Qi Ling'er asking again, she hurriedly nodded in response.

"Can you play?"

"Of course, why don't I play a piece for the girl?"

Mo Sang saw that Qi Ling'er was interested in the flute, so he wanted to play it for her.

"Exactly. When I was a child, I used to accompany Master, and whenever I was thundered, Master would play a flute beside me to lull me to sleep. After many years, Master has never played this heavenly sound to me again. I grew up with Master since I was a child and never met my parents. It's a pity ......"

Qi Ling'er seemed to recall some sad things, and couldn't help but have a line of tears left.

Mo Sang didn't say anything again, and gently took the jade flute in Qi Ling'er's hand and put it to his mouth, and a long song of "Gusu Xing" sounded.

The melody is melodious, the style is elegant and comfortable, and the rhythm is cheerful and relaxed. In the night, a man played the flute, and the woman was drunk on the windowsill with an indifferent expression, as if she was intoxicated.

Mo Sang stood and played music, Qi Ling'er was intoxicated, and her eyes seemed to see many beautiful scenes, and she couldn't help but feel a little confused. Snow flakes fell in the night, and the cold wind was permitted.

At the end of Mosan's song, it seems that many strange barriers between the two have been eliminated. Qi Ling'er talked about the boredom of her cultivation in the mountains, and recalled the bits and pieces of walking with her master. In the depths of the memories, there were also some sad fragments that caused Qi Linger to be depressed.

Whenever this happens, Mo Sang would tell some interesting anecdotes from the book, which caused Qi Ling'er to burst into tears and laugh. The two unconsciously talked about the dawn, and the first rays of sunlight shone into the cottage through the bamboo forest.

Seeing that the two had unconsciously chatted all night, they got up and looked at each other and smiled.

"It would be nice to see you every day. ”

When Mo Sang saw that Qi Ling'er was leaving, a sense of sorrow came to his heart.

"We'll meet when we meet. ”

Qi Ling'er saw that Mo Sang was a little worried, and comforted him.

"Will you show up tomorrow night?"

Mo Sang wanted to keep Qi Ling'er very much, and after talking about each other this night, they seemed to hate each other. In the years of hard study, Mo Sang only used cold books as a companion, and it was rare for a wonderful person to talk to her, and she was a little reluctant. However, he didn't want to make it difficult to say goodbye, and add some sadness to it.

"Perhaps, maybe you can prepare some food and drinks for my honored guest. Maybe for the sake of the food, I'll show up. ”

Qi Ling'er winked playfully.

"Well, I'll prepare the best food and wine and wait for the girl. ”

Mo Sang was overjoyed when he saw that Qi Ling'er was willing to come again.

The two looked at each other and smiled, Qi Ling'er didn't say anything else and turned to leave.

A moment later, Qi Ling'er disappeared into the early morning mist. Drifting in and out of silence, Mo Sang missed the fairy in front of him a little more. When they were separated, it was as if they had lost their most precious thing.