Mo Liulian rested his head on his arms, looking at the blue sky outside the window, and the white, light white clouds in the sky, thinking of the reality that was rougher and more ruthless than the wooden planks on the ground, at this time Mo Liulian felt extremely confused and sad.

Especially when he thought of something very faceable, to bear the unbearable weight of life with this weak body, and to spend my life in sorrow and rain, he could not help but give rise to despair and panic that almost suffocated Mo Liu.

Perhaps, it was the deliberate move of the palace master Jiang Xiyue, but it would make Mo Liulian's heart become solemn.

Mo Liulian has never felt the horror of time, but the traces on his face make my heart cry.

Time always seems to move very slowly, constantly lingering there, allowing attachment and lingering.

However, when you are not careful, the slightest wisp of resentment will climb into your heart;

And Mo lingers, it is very likely that he is still walking carefree, or walking slowly.

After walking for so long, the tall and helpless back is still frozen in the depths of my memory, and the crazy longing makes time stop and chase.

With a hint of desolation and sentimentality, the eyes blur again, why?

The melancholy of that memory lingers in the air around your lips all the time, and your breath is permeated everywhere, wanting to wave away, wanting to escape, and suddenly realizing that you are just deceiving yourself.

When I am tired, I am thinking, let the wind take away my lotus thoughts, let the snowflakes precipitate the floating of my heart's broken words, and let the lingering rain wash away the helpless and true memories......

At this moment, are you like me, wearing light clothes, awake in this dream, looking at the clouds and looking far away, do you feel my thoughts flowing like water with the moonlight, overflowing between your brows, and also wetting your eyes? Combing the still gray sideburns with your fingers, a line of hot tears, unconsciously full of cheeks,

When he woke up early in the morning, Mo lingered with emotion at the fleeting time, and also lamented the impermanence of the world, whispering "missed it...... It's a ............ Even if you are unwilling to ......"

Looking back, it was as ethereal as smoke, looming, and if there was nothing. You can see it clearly, but you can never touch it.

But why did I still come to your side......" A tear fell, and Mo Liulian's heart couldn't be hidden, breaking through the prohibition of lips and teeth.

Life is impermanent, the years are helpless, the sun rises and sets, and the month has profit and loss.

Things are like smoke, the soul is dreaming, prosperous like brocade, whispering the lonely heart, wanting to cherish a person, knowing that it can't, but also persistent, the pen is tender, looking back at the city.

“...... Why this time...... Why should I be there for you. There seemed to be tears rolling in Mo Liulian's eyes.

Maybe everything you walk through is the scenery, and what remains in the memory is the warmth.

"If you never appear by my side, it's too good......" Mo lingered tears like rain, changing his tame and self-controlled temperament.

Shaoguang is fleeting, but why is his thoughts still stretching like water, like a mirror without cracks?

Mo Liulian has learned to say to himself, don't be sad, try to let go of your arms, don't blindly linger on the memories of you, unexpectedly, tears wet your shirt again.

"I wish I would never see ...... But I'm ......" Mo lingered and muttered to himself, his voice gradually choked and scattered, his long eyelashes closed slightly, and his eyebrows lowered. The black hair falls down his cheeks, and the pale face is as quiet as a sacrificer. He stared at it in a daze, stopping all thinking. The tears continued for a long time, until the sound of tears dripping faded away.

It was difficult to say more, Mo Liulian held back tears and got up to push the door and staggered away.