"Why should it?" Di Jiu chuckled, "Didn't you say that it would be absolutely fine?" ”

The figure of Mo Jue under the oil-paper umbrella is like a fairy, clear and unfamiliar with the world, seeing through the free and easy of the red dust, and always showing a hint of gentleness in his smiling eyes.

"There are no absolutes in everything." Mo Jue didn't speak again after speaking.

In the evening, Di Jiu was in the imperial study to review the folds, and Mo Jue sat quietly near the bookshelf to read, and when he was reading, he habitually rubbed the edge of the chair armrest with his fingertips, looking focused.

Looking at him, his brow frowned, "This book ......"

He closed the book and looked at the name of the person who made the payment, and his eyes widened suddenly.

Di Jiu took the time to glance at him, "What?" ”

"It turns out that I called Ao Sheng when I was alive."

Hearing this, Di Jiu slowly looked back and stared at the book "Plum Praise" in his hand.

"You wrote this book?"

"Plum Praise" is a very famous collection of essays in the imperial capital since ancient times, which has been passed down through the ages, and many elegant poets will read this book.

"Well, the more I read it, the more familiar it became, and then I realized that I wrote it when I was alive." A deep sourness flashed across Mo Jue's eyes.

"Plum People Praise" is mainly about the beauty of plum blossoms, comparing plum blossoms to adults, but in the south where the author lives, plum blossoms cannot be seen, and he has only seen them once in his life, which makes him miss him incomparably, and also implies that the author is looking forward to meeting the person he loves.

It's a pity that it didn't work until death.

"What is written in "Plum Praise" is true? Have you been looking forward to meeting a woman who can make you fall in love with you? Di Jiu's tone was full of ridicule.

Mo Jue didn't dodge anything, he nodded: "Yes." ”

"What is love?"

Mo Jue didn't even raise his head, and replied: "Do everything you can, don't hesitate." ”

Di Jiu suddenly became interested, put down the recital and looked at him: "Did you meet him after death?" ”

Mo Jue also closed the book and looked at the woman, the corners of his eyes slightly curved, "No." ”

"What do you want? You can say it, and if there's a suitable one, I'll kill her and send it to you. Di Jiu suddenly had the mood to joke.

Mo Jue shook his head.

Di Jiu took a sip of tea, "What, you still don't appreciate it?" ”

Mo Jue's gaze became slightly deeper, "If I love her, how can I be willing to let her die." ”

"Won't you be able to be together when you're dead?"

Mo Jue shook his head again, "If you don't have any skills after you die, you will face reincarnation, who remembers whom?" ”

Di Jiu pursed his lips, worthy of being a poet, and the feeling of speaking was different.

Mo Jue's gaze moved to her, "The person who really cares about you will never tell you about his difficulties, he will only work hard to protect you, but during this period, there may be places where he is not thoughtful, even if God does not have three heads and six arms, he will also be negligent, but this does not mean that he does not love you." ”

His serious appearance made Di Jiu's heart skip a beat, she hurriedly looked away, and the shadow of Liyuan appeared in her mind, how could she think that Mo Jue's words reflected Liyuan.

Mo never hooked his lips silently, "There are some emotions that are not suitable for being declared, and they don't need you to understand, just know them themselves." ”

Di Jiu twisted his eyebrows, "If you don't say it, how will others know?" ”

"Can't you feel it if you don't say it?" Mo Jue asked rhetorically.

Di Jiu was silent.

She wondered if something really happened to Liyuan, and he deliberately didn't tell herself, because she was afraid that she would be worried?

Was Mo Jue reminding her?

Could it be that Mo Jue knows anything?

"Do you know Liyuan?"

"I don't know." This was the fastest time Mo Jue spoke, and it was also the most serious.