Three or five years later, a mysterious juvenile poem circulated on this river and lake:

When he was a child, he calmed the world.

Fighting swords in the rivers and lakes, white heads are famous.

raise white bones to cross the quicksand, and behead people in the drunken market;

Hongsi wine fight ten thousand, how many years of Jianghu rangers.

The meeting spirit is the king's drink, and the horse is a high-rise weeping willow side.

The mysterious young man in white, why is he nostalgic for the world?

No matter how many roads you walk, no matter how many rituals you do, no matter how many books you read, no matter how many scenery you see.

The lights are red and dusty, not as much as the young man's heart.

In the five years of this sword battle, the young Mo Ze has seen all the prosperous worlds and traveled through the rivers and lakes.

He once upheld justice and fought against evil bandits, and he was also an enemy of one person and the world.

No matter how many injuries there are, no matter how strong the wine is, it will not change its original intention.

In the past five years, let him see all the prosperity and travel the world. The boy also has the heart to return home, and his father and mother at home are okay?

It took the boy a month to come to that bamboo forest, and goodbye was like a world away.

The hurried year has passed too quickly, and the childhood has passed like this.

"Here, things are wrong. I don't know what happened to my father and mother, but I'm fine. The young man looked at the bamboo forest where he practiced swords as a child, and he missed his father and mother even more.

Walk briskly towards the house.

When I opened the door, I was greeted by the smell of dust, the air was cold, there was no human smell at all, and it looked like no one had lived in it for a long time. The table was covered in a thick layer of dust, covered with glass gray that should have been transparent, and spider webs stretched from the table to the underneath it, glowing silver in the sunlight.

Looking at the things in the house, the young man's heart sank, and he desperately wanted to know the whereabouts of his father, whether he had moved?

The boy stayed here for an hour, and finally saw the tomb of his father and mother in the back mountain.

His heart was aching. His tears were flowing. His hands were shaking. His hair was already gray.

"Dad, mother, didn't you say that you would wait for Mo Ze to protect you?" the young man trembled, holding his father's tombstone with one hand.

It's just two semi-circular mounds of earth, and the two wooden tombstones in front of the mound are unguarded and unmanaged, only shaded by a few large trees, such a simple and unpretentious tomb.

"Dad, Mother, Mo Ze will protect you. "The young man was heartbroken but still insisted on being strong, so he pretended to be strong, and in order to be strong, the boy disguised himself as a hard shell, and deceived himself into telling himself that he was great.

In the past two years, the teenagers have been doing their filial piety here. In fact, from beginning to end, he only kowtowed to the wall in his father's grave, and he was scarred.

A beautiful woman passed by and saw the young man in front of the two tombstones, with a hint of coldness in her eyes.

As she approached, the young man in white turned to meet her eyes. Her heart was beating and her face was slightly red.

There was surprise in the young man's eyes, a hint of shyness, she was so beautiful and bewitching.

His heart moved, it was his girl, it was her boy.

"Hello, my name is Moze!"

"Hello, my name is Angel!"

They left the bamboo forest and chose a bay to live in.

As soon as they met, they made a private decision for life, away from the noise, away from the world.

In the distance, in the misty spring mist, the water surface of the harbor shimmered like neon, and the white sails of the fishing boats were like seagulls.

He became her fisherman, she became his weaver girl, and what a good life she had.

The boy practiced swords in his spare time, and the Weaver Girl played the piano beside him.

His sword, like frost and snow, is surrounded by silver radiance. Although it is a long sword like a mang, and the posture of a long rainbow is magnificent, it does not affect his temperament as warm as jade at all. It's like the most tranquil lake, the moment the breeze blows, but it is just more and more clear, and the wind and moon are quiet.

She watched from afar, and only felt that the clouds had accidentally fallen into the mortal dust.

Her piano, playing the fingertips of the strings, through the rhythm of the strings, brushes away many troubles and confusions in the world, a refreshing melody.

Even if the beauty of the world is so colorful, it is not as good as my sword and her harp.

But God is jealous of the beautiful people, and the good days will always be shattered.

That day, the boy came back from fishing and didn't see that Angel, he thought that she was just going out, had her own business to do, just in a hurry, would not abandon him, and would come back later.

He was waiting for her, a day, two days......

This is ten years, and ten years later, he has long passed the vigor and grace of his youth.

Now he is thirty years old, and he is gentle and friendly.

His heart is not cold, because he is waiting for his beauty, and he always thinks about the moment when the beauty returns, giving her the warmest heart.

Some say he's stupid, some say he's infatuated, some say she's gone, and some say she's gone.

But he didn't believe it, and because he loved her as much as she loved him, Mo Ze always believed that she would definitely return.

If you can't wait for ten years, then it will be twenty years, and if you can't wait for twenty years, you will have thirty years......

Finally, someone told him that she would not come again because she was married, and she was in Nie Shengxing.

It was a place far away from this star field, where it was prosperous, and there were people he loved.

He didn't believe it, he told those people that he, the one he loved, would never change his mind, she just had something to do, her own thing to do.

Every day he sat under the tree where one man danced the sword and the other danced the sword, and when he was tired, he slept under the tree, and when he woke up, he sat there and looked at the sea. When he was thirsty, he lay down on the branches of the tree and drank, and when he was hungry, he ate the fish he had caught, thinking of the delicious food she had made for him.

Mo Ze asked himself every day, are you tired? Mo Ze would reply, "Not tired, just like I will protect my father and mother." ”

A generation of geniuses, who fell in love because of her, fell in love with her, and fell because of love.

The ancient emperor could tease the princes with a smile from the Pomeranian, and he could wait for him for a thousand years for his lover.

He began to pick up the ten-year-old sword again, the sword he had forgotten.

This sword was given by his father, and he always carried it, and the sword was called Blue Sky, just like the sky. It means that the person with the sword soars into the world, and the sword goes to the end of the world, unrestrained and free.

Holding the sword, he didn't know what to think, he felt that he didn't have the courage to hold this sword, because he felt that he was sorry for his father and mother, and he was not worthy of this blue sky. Or rather, he was afraid, he was afraid to see her, he was afraid that what they said was right, so he trembled, and he didn't have the courage to pick up the sword.

"Don't you want to go and see it?" said an old voice behind Mo Ze, a voice with a hint of hoarseness, like that of a dying man.

Mo Ze turned to look at the old man behind him, the old man was full of gray hair, gray beard, and wrinkles on his face, thick and deep.

"What did the old man say?" Mo Ze asked uncertainly.

"The love and love in this world are always unclear and unreasonable. The old man shook his head, and then said, "Since you don't have the courage to face it, why do you continue to insist?

"I didn't!" Mo Ze retorted to the old man, but he himself was weak.

"Huh!" the old man sighed and left.

"Hopefully, just don't leave regrets. People, just like that. The old man's words floated in the distance, and it was this sentence that touched Mo Ze a little.

I don't know how long it took for Mo Ze to come back to his senses from this voice, and when he came back to his senses, his heart was ready to make up his mind, and this determination would change him.