(Chapter 7 is sent to the second volume, I am convinced, and I can't publish it again or delete it.) Sometimes I really can't win this modern thing, but fortunately no one watches it, no, no one watches it, I feel a little less guilty, and I'm drunk. It's a pity that I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. ）

(I asked the customer service, and the customer service said that I had to contact the editor, and I didn't want to trouble the editor, but no one looked at it anyway, forget it.) ）

However, it was said that Lu Xinyi and Hu Ruan went all the way to Qingqiu, and walked for a day and a night before entering the Qingqiu territory.

When passing by the Moliu camp, Hu Ruan deliberately bought a few local specialties, although he only bought some specialties on the street, but he walked a whole time for tea.

Lu Xinyi knew what was going on, so he didn't care, but instead took some more money to him.

She was right.

Hu Ruan went all the way to the west, relying on the memories of his childhood, and walked one by one, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart - he felt that the world was very deep and broad at the beginning, but now it is just a field that can only accommodate a few people. At that time, it felt like a long and long street, but now it is only a moment to walk a street.

Everything has become smaller, but the heart of man has become bigger.

He cautiously pushed open the door, and the door creaked open, and he was surprised that the door was not locked, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a man standing in the courtyard, sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground, and cleaning the courtyard clean.

He was a little surprised, and hurriedly said, "Am I here by mistake?" Isn't this one Moon's home? ”

The man glanced at him, looked up and down again, and stood up with a broom: "You are Ruan'er." ”

He nodded.

The man put down his broom, turned around and removed the stool from the table, took a new cup from the tea set beside him, and poured a new cup of tea.

"This is indeed Mo Weng's family, but Mo Weng has been dead for half a year. Sit down and have a cup of tea, and go to pay your respects to Moon. ”

A muffled thunder flashed, Hu Ruan's footsteps became heavy, he involuntarily walked forward step by step, his heart was like being punched by someone, he couldn't tell the pain, and he couldn't say what it felt, just worrying, worrying and hateful, as if he had nowhere to vent his anger, and he just wanted to scold God at this moment!

But who should he scold? Birth, old age, sickness and death, human nature.

He walked forward step by step, and chuckled again: Go, go, he has been at ease and leisure all his life, even if he arrives in the underworld, he must be a happy old man.

He walked into the house, the mourning hall had long been removed, and there was only a small spiritual seat, so as to lay the foundation for an old man's silent and ordinary life.

The man walked in, saw that his face was full of sadness, and patted him on the shoulder: "Mo Weng is very relieved, you can mourn." ”

At this time, Hu Ruan came back to his senses and noticed the man in front of him, he looked at this man with a hint of vigilance, and also looked him up and down-

This person is long, dressed in black, embroidered with a gold thread dragon on his chest, the cuffs are tied sturdily, a few strings of jade are strung around his waist, and two sachets are attached to Luo Pa, hanging his hands, dressed as a son of a family, but in addition to the extravagance, he has a little more chivalrous spirit.

This person looks to be in his twenties and thirties, fading from childishness, but not so overly mature, but has a man's vicissitudes of life and capable beauty.

He asked, "Are you?" ”

The man looked at Mo Weng and lowered his eyes: "I'm a beast, count it, you should call me a senior brother." But between you and me, there isn't much intersection, so there's no need to be formal! ”

With that, he patted Hu Ruan on the shoulder, handed him three sticks of incense, turned around and went back to the courtyard.

"After I finished cleaning the yard for Mo Lao, I went back to Yuecheng, if one day you encounter difficulties, you can come to the Guogong Mansion to find me!"

Hu Ruan didn't answer, kowtowed to Mo Weng three times, put on incense, and walked out of the door without saying a word.

Even though there are many memories here, what is the point of imagining that the person you saw is no longer there! Besides, now he has more important things to complete, and the kindness of this world is always endless.

Just as he was about to push the door, he heard a voice behind him: "Don't you ask Mo Weng what he left?" ”

He stopped at the local area and was stunned for a long time before he said to Ling: "Don't ask, although I don't know how you know about me, but I know you, if his old man's wish is unfulfilled, you will definitely be able to fulfill it for him." ”

With that, he pushed the door open and was about to leave.

With the power of the spiritual base and the grace of nurturing, he is not a ruthless and unrighteous person, at least in his own conscience.

People should always look forward, and he comforted himself. If you are too sad and are seen by others, you have to ask questions.

He walked away with his clothes and legs, as if he wanted to escape the place faster than anyone else. Especially in the face of Ling, he couldn't stay for a second.

Outside the door, the world is vast. Hu Ruan took a big breath of air and wanted to run with his legs, but after all, he couldn't get down and walked quickly.

After walking out for about ten feet, I suddenly heard Ling Lang behind me say in a loud voice:

"The old man has a bad memory, and he kept calling me by your name for the few days before leaving."

When he heard this, he didn't dare to look back, but he was stunned for a while, and then strode forward with a faster pace.

But now he has lost his bearings. If he still has a little sense, he has no reason at the moment.

In his head, many pictures flashed over and over again, for example, when Ling poured tea for Mo Weng, Mo Weng didn't say, "Ling, I want to drink warm, you want to burn me to death!" ”

What he said was: "Ruan'er! You little bunny! I'm going to drink lukewarm, you want to burn me! ”

He would not be able to distinguish between a beast and a fox, and he would curse and scream by his name for countless moments.

To whom did he listen to his instructions on his deathbed? Who was he thinking in his head?

He couldn't help thinking about it any longer, spread his legs and strode forward—

At this moment, only physical exertion can cover up the countless problems in his heart, and the wound in his heart that has been ruthlessly torn!

After running for a long time, for a long time, when I finally found my way, I heard a noise in front of me, surrounded by a large group of people, who surrounded the scene inside, and a woman shouted and cursed in the street, and the voice was so fierce that even ten men could not resist.

But I heard the woman scolding,

"You're a good talker, why don't you say that your man is the monarch of the Moon Country? Why don't you say you're a princess? Today, the king of heaven is here, your child has also stolen things, and if you eat the old lady's things in vain, you should cut off your hand! These are the rules of the Moliu camp, you know? ”