On the branches of the moon, the shadows of the pedestrians in front of the Xuande Gate were dragged by the lights everywhere. There were gradually more diners up and down the Fan Tower.

Song Mingxuan paced alone in the study. He had a book in his hand and a piano on his desk. He originally knew the rhythm of music, but since he retired from his marriage to Mo Yunxiao, he has often been depressed, and it is difficult for him to be in the mood to stroke the piano.

"Helu, Helu, after all, I'm sorry for you." He remembered the three things he had promised Mo Yunxiao. The first two things are okay to say, but the third thing is to find a good couple for her. It's too hard, it's too hard.

He was not worried because this matter was difficult to complete, but he was worried that he would delay Mo Yunxiao's scorching years. From the day he broke out of the marriage, he had borne this deep guilt.

Thinking of his "bad fate" with Mo Yunze again, it can't be forgiven by the world no matter what. Mo Yunxiao is right, Mo Yunze will take the big exam next year, if he is in high school, there will be an official eunuch to catch the green man. At that time, will he and he be able to last forever?

The more he thought about it, the more sad he became, and he sighed softly, walked to the piano and sat down, and his slender fingers, like a woman, gently plucked a string, making a crisp sound of "dang". The sound of the piano is melodious, and the beams are endless.

The sound of the piano also touched him deeply. So he raised his hands and played the harp quietly.

Song Mingxuan poured his sorrow on the strings through his fingers. The strings jump, and the music flows out gracefully. Listening to the sound of the piano, sometimes sad and angry, sometimes resentful, sometimes like a big river rushing endlessly, sometimes like a trickle endlessly.

Before the song was finished, a strange sound suddenly came. His fingers trembled, and it turned out that a string had been broken.

The strings break and the hearts of people break. made Song Mingxuan's already sad mood even more sad. He sighed and was about to get up from his seat, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door: "Brother Xuan, the eldest girl of the Mo family is here." ”

"Oh." Song Mingxuan was slightly stunned, and hurriedly said, "Please come in." So Mo Yunxiao pushed the door and entered, followed by the childish colored clothes that had not been taken off.

Mo Yunxiao was wearing a purple dress and a Luo skirt, looking slender and extremely graceful. She wore a hood, most of her face was obscured, and only a few red lips and a pointed chin like mushrooms could be seen.

"Helu, you ......" Song Mingxuan stood up, looking very nervous.

Mo Yunxiao stood still and asked, "What?" Are you afraid of me? ”

"Oh no." Song Mingxuan hurriedly said: "It's just that you came suddenly, and Brother Shu Yu couldn't entertain him well." ”

Mo Yunxiao didn't speak, just smiled miserably. Although she smiled, this smile revealed a bit of desolation and loneliness. Song Mingxuan had never seen Mo Yunxiao like this, and he couldn't help but be a little flustered.

Mo Yunxiao sat down and said, "I came early, but I just heard Brother Jiaxing playing the piano." The sound of the piano is gentle and you can't bear to disturb it. ”

Song Mingxuan smiled shyly and said, "Let Helu see and smile." I'm just sitting bored, playing the piano to get around. ”

Mo Yunxiao also smiled and said lightly: "Listen to the string song and know the elegant meaning." Brother Jiaxing seems to have a thousand sorrows in his heart? ”

Song Mingxuan was shocked when he heard this, and it was a big surprise. The Mo Yunxiao he knew was the "female Yama" who had no interest in qin, chess, calligraphy and painting. But now sitting in front of her is a quiet and elegant woman. She, how could she be Mo Yunxiao? But she is Mo Yunxiao!

When Song Mingxuan was stunned, Mo Yunxiao had already turned his head, looked at him, and said, "Brother Jiaxing, why don't you tell me if you have any troubles?" ”

Song Mingxuan smiled bitterly and said, "My troubles, Helu, you should know best, why bother to ask." ”

Mo Yunxiao bowed her head and was silent. She really wanted to know why Song Mingxuan was sad, and she really wanted to go into his world to find out. But he seemed to have built a high fence in his heart to isolate himself.

Mo Yunxiao looked at it and saw that there was all the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk. So she stood up, walked over quietly, dipped her pen in ink, rolled up her sleeves, and wrote on paper.

Mo Yunxiao, who came through the country, has studied Chinese painting since he was a child, and his calligraphy attainments are also extremely good. When she was 10 years old, she participated in the youth calligraphy competition held in the city and won the first place by an overwhelming margin. The teacher's evaluation is: "The handwriting is strong, and there is a legacy of Dongpo".

Song Mingxuan was greatly surprised when he saw it. This was the first time he had seen Mo Yunxiao pick up a pen and write. He couldn't help but rub his eyes, thinking he was dazzled.

Mo Yunxiao waved it, looked up and smiled at Song Mingxuan, and said, "Brother Jiaxing, come and take a look." ”

Song Mingxuan was full of suspicion, but he couldn't help but be driven by curiosity, so he came over to take a look. It turned out that she wrote a small poem.

I saw the words read: "Last night the cold stinged and couldn't stop singing." Shocked back to the dream of a thousand miles, it has been three watches. Get up and walk around the street alone. People are quiet, and the moon is bright outside the curtain.

The white head is famous. The old mountain pine and bamboo are old, blocking the return journey. I want to put my heart into Yaoqin. There are few bosom friends, and who listens to broken strings. ”

This is Yue Fei, the founding general of the Southern Song Dynasty, "Little Heavy Mountain". This is a poem by Yue Fei to express his ambition. And Mo Yunxiao wrote it here, but it is also extremely appropriate.

Song Mingxuan sighed faintly, raised his eyes, and was already mottled with tears. Mo Yunxiao looked at it in her eyes and felt sad. It's just because of his sadness that he has touched his own sadness.

"Helu." Song Mingxuan's body trembled slightly, and his voice was choked: "It's rare that you know me so well and understand me." Brother Fool is grateful. As he spoke, he folded his hands and bowed deeply.

When Caiyi on the side saw it, his heart trembled, and he thought secretly: "It is said that the eldest girl of the Mo family is a Hedong lion who does not understand the world, but I have seen it with my own eyes today, and ninety percent of the rumors in the market are false." ”

Mo Yunxiao said while pacing: "You have your sorrows, I have my sorrows. I just don't know if the sorrows of you and I can be exchanged with each other, maybe they can be resolved by each other, but instead they become joy. ”

Song Mingxuan was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "I don't know what worries Helu has?" ”

She stopped, turned around, and said, "I was robbed of the power of the tea house by my father. And Huan'er was also sold. ”

"What?" Song Mingxuan was taken aback, hurriedly took a few steps up, and asked, "What the hell is going on?" ”

Mo Yunxiao smiled miserably, shook her head and said, "It's all caused by me falling into the water." In the name of poor care, his father sold Huan'er. Alas, since then, I have been even more isolated in Minglou. ”

Song Mingxuan was silent for a long time before he said again: "Helu, this time you fell into the water, and your temperament has changed a lot. ”

"Have I changed?" She asked.

"Yes." Song Mingxuan said categorically: "How good you are like this, you can make people close." ”

"Ugh." She sighed and added, "The most annoying thing is that this 'can be approached'." ”

"What do you say?" Song Mingxuan asked.

Mo Yunxiao lowered her head slightly, not knowing how to say it. Caiyi rushed out: "Three days later, Da Lang will choose a son-in-law for the eldest girl." ”

"Choosing a son-in-law?" Song Mingxuan was surprised and delighted. The surprise is that this thing is too sudden, and the good thing is that if the choice of a son-in-law goes well, then Mo Yunxiao will have a lifelong basis.

But after the surprise, he had doubts again and asked, "I just don't know how to choose the method." ”

"Daddy said that my family sells tea, so naturally we should put tea art first." Mo Yunxiao said: "Daddy is going to hold a tea fight and choose the person he likes the most." ”

"Huh? This ......" Song Mingxuan felt that this idea was very ridiculous, so he said: "Marriage is a major event, how can it be determined by tea art?" If there is a person who is superb in tea skills, but he is a prodigal child, could it be that your uncle also married you to him? ”

Mo Yunxiao shook her head with a wry smile and said, "No, it's not that I marry him, but recruit him as a son-in-law." ”

"Oh......" Song Mingxuan was stunned for a moment, and then said, "But why do you choose a son-in-law in such a hurry?" ”

"Maybe it's because Daddy doesn't want to indulge me anymore." When Mo Yunxiao said this, she was a little depressed.

Song Mingxuan also felt stunned, and said with a wry smile: "Helu, I'm sorry for you." I hope that this choice of son-in-law will be a good partner for you. ”

Mo Yunxiao raised her eyes and said excitedly: "Jiaxing, I don't want to listen to your words. ”

"And what do you want to hear?" Song Mingxuan didn't know why.

Mo Yunxiao looked up at him and gently took off her hat. Song Mingxuan found that her eyes were red, and her dark circles were also very thick, although she was still very beautiful, her face was a little haggard.

From childhood to adulthood, Mo Yunxiao's temper has been very stubborn. Song Mingxuan had never seen her shed tears, but today, she seemed to want to cry without tears, which was even more pitiful.

Mo Yunxiao looked at him forcefully and said, "In that family, I have no financial power, and I am a tiger falling into Pingyang and being bullied." My father was going to marry me with a man I had never met and had never been along. You know the bitterness of my heart. ”

Song Mingxuan was at a loss, but hearing her words was deeply touching, and his heart became sour. Caiyi watched from the sidelines, and kept wiping her tears.

"Brother Jiaxing, I don't blame you for your divorce before. But today, I just want to ask you for one word. Mo Yunxiao looked at him and said.

"What?" Song Mingxuan asked.

"In your heart, is there me or not?" It was not uncommon for Mo Yunxiao to express her heart so bluntly in that era, but it was very unusual for these words to come from Mo Yunxiao's mouth.

Song Mingxuan was taken aback, hurriedly avoided his eyes, and said, "Helu, I understand your friendship with me. But you also understand me, otherwise you wouldn't have written me words like that. You know my suffering, you know I can't marry you......"

"I don't know." Mo Yunxiao interrupted him and said in a choked voice, "Is it just because I'm a 'female Yama', so you're afraid of me?" ”

"No, no, no......" Song Mingxuan hurriedly waved his hand, retreated again and again, sighed again, and said, "Helu, why are you forcing me like this." ”

"If I don't force you, I'm afraid that I will marry someone else without knowing it." Mo Yunxiao said: "Among the people I have seen, only Brother Jiaxing is a reliable man. If you have me in your heart. Then I can leave the tea building, go to a place where no one knows, and live a life of male farmers and female weavers, wouldn't it be wonderful? ”

"Huh?" Song Mingxuan's eyes widened, and he hurriedly looked out the window. He looked left and right, and when he saw that there was no one around, he closed the window.

Mo Yunxiao looked nervous when he looked nervous, and his eager heart was half cold.

"Helu, please forgive your sins." Song Mingxuan held the hanging window with his hand and said with palpitations: "You can leave the Ming Tower, but I can't leave the Fan Tower." ”

"Just because Fan Lou is your ancestral property of the Song family, isn't it?" Mo Yunxiao asked.

Song Mingxuan was noncommittal, only shook his head slightly, and said with a wry smile: "Helu, you can't let go of Minglou." Why do you bother yourself like this? ”

Mo Yunxiao glanced at the corner of her mouth and said, "Brother Jiaxing, I understand your thoughts, but you don't understand my thoughts." ”

After she finished speaking, she walked slowly to the window and gently pushed it open. Song Mingxuan was startled, and instinctively wanted to step forward to stop him, but the raised hand did not reach over after all.

Mo Yunxiao looked at the moon in the sky and said lightly: "What I said to you is nothing unpleasant, are you still afraid that others will eavesdrop?" ”

Song Mingxuan smiled awkwardly and said, "Helu, you are serious. ”

Mo Yunxiao looked at the moon, and said: "Su Dongpo has a word cloud, 'I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. 'Brother Jiaxing, do you think these two sentences are good? ”

Of course, Song Mingxuan understood her intentions, so he said, "Helu, of course this poem is very good. But it's not the last two sentences, but 'People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete'. Alas, things in the world are more or less like this, you and I are just mortals, how can we force it? ”

Hearing this, Mo Yunxiao had completely understood his intentions, and his originally eager heart was completely cold at the moment. So she lowered her head and was silent for a while, and forced a smile: "'There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye'." Brother Jiaxing, I understand. ”

After she finished speaking, she smiled miserably at Song Mingxuan. Song Mingxuan was so ashamed that he could only lower his head and not look at her.