got into the carriage, Mo Yan was in charge of driving, Xiao Banxian and Mo Liunian shrank in the carriage wrapped in blankets, the two looked at each other, and they couldn't help laughing when they looked at each other.

The little half-fairy rubbed his eyes for a while, yawned, and wanted to turn over and put his finger close to his nose.

Then I saw the little half-fairy curled up in the corner on the right side of the carriage, stretched his legs and slowly closed his eyes, and with the shaking of the carriage, he quickly entered the dream fragrance.

And during this time, the little half-fairy will try to get as close as possible to the memory of the night that will eventually be hidden in the light.

In the carriage, accompanied by the little half-immortal, Mo Liunian was lazily nesting in the corner, but his mind looked like he didn't know where he had flown to.

At this time, Mo Liunian not only had his posture, but even his eyes were very similar to the scene when he was usually in a daze.

And Mo Liunian saw through the curtain of the car on the pavilion not far away.

The pavilions and palaces swept by the gallop of the carriage and disappeared into the small curtain, Mo Liunian kept looking out of the curtain and did not retract his gaze for a long time.

Outside the curtain, there is the fragrance of purple locust, light summer, Mo Liunian is as clean as pupils, fragrant and fragrant, whispering fingertips.

The ferry went by light boat, and there was no trace of the fallen flowers.

The time of flowing water, the white temples of spring and autumn, will be left in the traceless years, leaving a long list of memories of Mo Liunian fading away, smoke and waves, falling flowers and flowers, and the residual fragrance is long, just Mo Liunian's lonely cool sigh.

Mo Liunian often thinks about whether the end of the world left in the dream is accompanied by the endless sunset, but he doesn't know that looking back at the passing years is only the last remnant of the flowers.

In this red dust world, there are many stories up and down every minute, and there are also many ups and downs in mood.

When he woke up from his dream, Mo Liunian sat alone in the scene of snowflakes, leaning on the time of the passing year, looking at the gradually dissipating scenery in the distance.

Looking back on the ups and downs of the relationship with you, Mo Liunian seems to feel that everything is like a gorgeous firework that is fleeting.

The rice paper of the years is soaked in a volume full of sincerity.

Listen to the flowing water, the string zither singing, and the autumn water singing.

Flowers and flowers fly, and the years are reincarnated.

Mo Liunian, not to mention the autumn heart, the light moon, the dark window, the overflow of tea; Passing years, clear shadows, leaning alone.

Mo Liunian turned over at some point, and the whole person curled up in a ball, with a very insecure posture.

In the dim light, Mo Liunian's long black hair was scattered on the blanket, and on his fair side face, his slender brows were slightly wrinkled - like a cat, obediently leaning at his feet, but there was nowhere to keep warm.

At this time, the little half-fairy just woke up, and the little half-fairy squinted heavily, but he couldn't fully adapt to the light in this carriage.

The little half-fairy turned his head sideways, but saw Mo Liunian covered with a white fluffy blanket, leaning on the side.

When I saw Mo Liunian's appearance, it was as if I had seen something extremely interesting.

Mo Liunian didn't do anything at this time, she just sat in the carriage, curled up under a blanket, and looked blankly into the distance through the curtains.

Xiao Banxian felt that the two of them should talk for a while together, looking at Mo Liunian's nose was red from the cold, as if he was a little typhoid fever, sniffing from time to time, and rubbing his hands with his hands, like a small animal.

Just like that, you look at me, I'll look at you, Mo Liunian and the little half-immortal are confused.

Mo Liunian had thick long hair, and his handsome face added a bit of lazy cuteness, but Mo Liunian's stunned expression was very cute, and Xiao Banxian couldn't help pinching Mo Liunian's face.

Then the little half-immortal smiled and asked, "Did you fall into the lake on purpose?"

Mo Liunian said: "Am I crazy?" ”

The moment they looked at each other, a smile appeared in the eyes of the little half-fairy, with a teasing and pure male show-off.

Xiao Banxian pouted and said, "Who knows if you want me to be a hero to save the beauty." Then he glanced at Mo Liunian again: "Oh, no, you are not a beauty." ”

Hearing Xiao Banxian say this, Mo Liunian pursed his lips and was arrogant, Mo Liunian was not to be outdone: "Heroes will not be sarcastic like you." ”

Xiao Banxian wanted to blow his beard angrily, but found that he had no beard, and Xiao Banxian was choked up for a while and couldn't answer, so he just stared at Mo Liunian fiercely.

After a while, the little half-immortal finally returned to normal, pretending to be calm and relaxed and arranging his hair, while Mo Liunian continued to babble endlessly.

The little half-immortal could only stare at him and snort twice, wrapping the blanket tightly.

The aggrieved and uncomfortable little half-fairy thought to herself, this Mo Liunian, who was picked up from the ravine by herself, has really been kicking her nose more and more recently, and when she comes home, she will see me clean her up like this.

Mo Liunian, who had been talking for a long time, didn't see the little half-immortal react, and seeing that he was damaged by himself, the little half-immortal's face was a little unbearable.

So Mo Liunian comforted the little half-immortal stupidly, saying that the little half-fairy still has a heroic demeanor or something like that, and the little half-fairy also nodded with a bitter face.

Suddenly, Mo Liunian said to Xiao Banxian: "By the way, did you see that woman just now, she is pregnant." ”

Mo Liunian said: "Little Half-Immortal said: "You observed carefully, but I didn't find it." ”

Married women will comb their buns, and if an unmarried woman is pregnant with a child, it is no wonder that she wants to jump into the lake.

Mo Liunian said: "If it were me, I would still be able to live well by myself." ”

The little half-fairy glanced at her again and said, "Do you think that every woman is as faceless and skinless as you?"

Mo Liunian wanted to tear the little half-fairy's mouth angrily, but her hand didn't react until halfway through, it was really embarrassing to take it back like this, she had an idea, patted the little half-fairy's shoulder and said, "There is a water weed." ”

Xiao Banxian didn't bother to expose her, but Xiao Banxian believed Mo Liunian's words.

This Mo Liunian can indeed live well without anyone.

The little half-fairy thinks about life for more than 30 years, windy and rainy, sentimental and thoughtful.

It seems that he is now in a city, but the inner world of the little half-immortal is actually drifting away.

Up to now, the little half-immortal has been the falling flower character, the autumn water is clear, although the time is far away, but it does not reduce the old style.

Love is also sad, love is also confused, the little half-immortal thinks that the dusty memory will be erased with time, but it is no match for the dark change of the years.

At every moment, the little demi-immortal interprets his true self in the story.

When the desolation reaches the heart, the little half-immortal wants to withdraw, but he is also at a loss, in exchange for only things and people.

In the drunken dream, the flowers bloom and thank you, which has nothing to do with the wind and moon, just to live up to the red dust.

In the middle of the world, the shadows are sparse and slanted, beyond the end of the world, who will put a pure love into a smile?

Indifferent in love, insisting on acting recklessly, the little half-immortal tried to go away, but he haunted his heart silently, and disappeared in silence in a blink of an eye.

Suddenly, Xiao Banxian thought that two years later, if he had to leave at that time, Mo Liunian could live a good life alone.

The wind passes through the flowers, and the years like water always have to go through the vicissitudes of the past.

There are always some empty old things, and the years are not young.

There are always seasons, when the flowers are cold, and the earth is full of sorrow.

The fireworks were unbearable, and in the blink of an eye, the deceased had passed away.

The years have passed in a hurry, and the years have become sand, and I can hold my dreams, but I can't freeze the years.

The memory is too warm, stinging tears, the time is like a river, the passing water is difficult to collect, and the place where you look back cools the old face.

It is easy to meet each other and stay together, how many people know each other all the way?

Stay in a glass of wine, red tears burn candles.

In the end, the only thing is that the flowers are flying all over the sky.

The little half-fairy stared with his lips, and everything was as light as a mark.

And the scene of going away became a needle that pierced the little half-fairy's heart with a faint pain, and made the little half-fairy speechless again in a daze.