The sun rises in the east, the morning glow is red, time is unchanging, and the dew is dripping.

Mo Xiaoyi got up early, dressed in plain blue, and went out with a basket.

Life in the village is so simple and simple, the sun rises and the sun rests. Mo Xiaoyi came to the three-way intersection outside the village and stopped, she chose the rightmost road in the first two days, and today she didn't hesitate too much and went to the right road.

The sea of golden flowers, still in that corner, a man sits upright, holding the freshly picked gold flower, and there are still some crystal dewdrops on the flowers.

The sea of flowers is more brilliant than ever.

The man was obviously waiting for Mo Xiaoyi. For some reason, when he first saw this woman who did not look like a fairy, he had a vague feeling, and he wanted people to pursue it, but he was even more reluctant to leave his eyes. It's a very pure and natural style, which is very different from deliberate, and maybe some people are born like this.

The dew of the flowers in his hand had already dried, and at the intersection ahead, a familiar figure walked slowly.

She seems to have a full brilliance, warming people's hearts. The man smiled, got up and walked out, as relaxed as welcoming a friend and confidant he had known for many years.

It was Mo Xiaoyi, she saw the man coming, stopped, tilted her head slightly, and looked at this sea of flowers that was incomparably gorgeous and more brilliant than before.

The man walked up to Mo Xiaoyi, Mo Xiaoyi turned his head and smiled slightly.

"How did you know I would come back?"

"I trust my instincts. ”

Mo Xiaoyi snorted and laughed, and the man looked at Mo Xiaoyi silently without speaking. Mo Xiaoyi quickly stopped, and did not speak.

"Aren't you going to give me flowers?"

In the end, Mo Xiaoyi took the lead in breaking the silence, the man smiled knowingly, handed the flower out, Mo Xiaoyi took a step forward, gently took the flower in his hand and stood side by side with the man, facing the sea of flowers.

Time seemed to stand still, and neither of them moved their pace.

There are not too many words, there are not too many suspicions, and the two stand together only by the resonance and sensibility between people, which may be a myth that people's hearts yearn for.

The wind is blowing, and the wind seems to be particularly fond of patronizing this sea of flowers, or jealous, and wants to blow away the sea of flowers, but in the wind, pieces of petals fly in the wind and dance with butterflies.

"Don't pick these flowers anymore. ”

"Why?"

"I don't want to watch them die overnight, just let it be. After Mo Xiaoyi finished speaking, he put the golden flower in his hand into the soil of the flower field.

"It's also great to return to your motherland. Mo Xiaoyi clapped her hands.

Hearing this, the man blinked and took a deep look at the woman in front of him.

This is an incomparably pure heart, which one cannot bear to be defiled.

"Good!" the man said in the affirmative, taking a deep breath.

Mo Xiaoyi looked at the man's "clear" face, his face was full of determination, and she smiled, like this golden flower.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" The man suddenly asked such a question.

"I don't know. ”

"Oh......"

The man's fiery eyes darkened slightly.

Mo Xiaoyi stroked her hair, and then said, "However, it feels good to stand with you." ”

Before the man could speak, Mo Xiaoyi preemptively continued:

"I'm leaving. ”

After saying that, she turned around and left without hesitation, and the man looked at her figure, and a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes. Not long after Mo Xiaoyi left, the man also left, leaving only this sea of flowers and the bouquet of flowers lying peacefully in the soil, gently swaying in the breeze, and sometimes removing some petals in the sea of flowers, dancing in the air.

"Xiao Yi!"

At the entrance of the village stood a thin young man, the same age as Mo Xiaoyi, although he was thin, but his nose was slightly larger. When he saw Mo Xiaoyi returning from eating, he immediately raised his spirits and happily waved hello to Mo Xiaoyi.

"Oh, Dacheng, it's getting dark, why are you standing here?"

Hearing this, Dacheng laughed and touched his nose: "I see that you have come back a little later than before from eating recently, I'm afraid you are in trouble......

The more he talked about the back, Dacheng's voice became more and more subtle, almost inaudible.

"What's the trouble? It's just that it's raining these days, and the road isn't easy to walk. ”

"Oh, hey, why didn't you come back with the golden flower, this flower is so beautiful. ”

Mo Xiaoyi was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but glance at the thin man more, she chuckled: "It's okay if you don't bring it, it's good that the flowers are withering on their own, I should go back." ”

Dacheng's eyes were full of brilliance - it was a look that poured out his heart.

Mo Xiaoyi's parents passed away when she was seven years old, and the elders in the village took turns to pull her up. For Mo Xiaoyi, the whole village is her home. Mo Xiaoyi, who has a good temperament, has been well-behaved since he was a child, and he has always been pleasing in the village.

Mo Xiaoyi is such a woman, she is not bad-looking, and her temperament is good, and it is natural for someone to fall in love with her. This honest man is one of them. Regarding this matter, Mo Xiaoyi has been aware of Dacheng's intentions for her since she knew about the love of men and women, but she and Dacheng are small, and she only treats Dacheng as a brother.

It's really a pity for this infatuated man, waiting for the person in his heart to refuse to let go.

What is the sweetest thing in the world?

What is the most bitter thing in the world?

In the days that followed, Mo Xiaoyi and the man had been meeting in the sea of flowers, and unconsciously, Mo Xiaoyi learned to dress up, so that the young men in the village could see the eyes straight, and many clear-eyed people naturally saw the abnormality. The old people were happy, jokingly saying that Mo Xiaoyi wanted to get married, which made Mo Xiaoyi so shy, and Mo Xiaoyi didn't know why, but he just liked to stay with the "clear" man, perhaps, there was really love at first sight in the world......

After a month, she knew that the man's surname was Cheng Huishan, a wanderer from the East China Sea, who wanted to find a good place to live well.

On this day, Mo Xiaoyi and Cheng Huishan walked in the sea of flowers, Mo Xiaoyi looked at the flowers beside him, and said: "It won't be long before the golden flower will be grateful, and this place is about to become a loess ......."

"It's also great to return to your mother's land. Cheng Huishan smiled slightly.

When Mo Xiaoyi heard this, she was overjoyed, looked up at the sky, and said faintly: "Well, it's very good......

Cheng Huishan seemed to hear something in Mo Xiaoyi's tone, closed his eyes, and said, "If this flower is gone, won't you come again?"

Mo Xiaoyi looked at the man and didn't speak, stroked his hair back, looked down at the delicate golden flower, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Cheng Huishan stood behind Mo Xiaoyi, unable to speak for a long time, and suddenly felt that his heart was a little blocked, what was blocked there? Is it the words that have been rippling in his heart for a long time?

"Do you have something to say to me?"

Mo Xiaoyi turned his head and looked at Cheng Huishan, Cheng Huishan was drunk at this moment, drunk on this picturesque face, this watery eyes......

Cheng Huishan nodded heavily and said softly:

"Even if this flower is grateful, I want you to keep ...... Stay by my side......"

Mo Xiaoyi smiled when she heard this, her eyes were like flowers, as if she had heard the sound of heaven......