At this time, at the bow of the boat, Mo Yan, who was bathed in the sun, felt that his body was very lazy, so he sat on the bow of the boat and looked at the river in the distance, looking at the light and shadow of the water waves, and the scenery was brilliant.

Mo Yan stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the lake in autumn, feeling very kind. But I saw that the water of the lake was turquoise, and the warm sun shone on the surface of the lake, shining like broken gold, as if thousands of small goldfish were swimming.

The trees and figures on the shore of the lake, the white clouds in the sky, the flying birds, and the boats that brave the wind and waves, reflect in the water, like a huge scenery map.

The cool, moist wind blows on the face, and when you smell it, there seems to be a sweet smell in the air.

The water of the lake ripples, like the light bow of the wind, plucking the strings of the waves slowly and rhythmically.

The surface of the lake is like a beautiful picture scroll in front of Mo Yan, and the blue silk water stretches all the way to the depths of the distant mountains.

The secluded lake, where the sun shines on the water, sparkling and reflecting the shadow of the mountain.

Mo Yan looked at it from a distance, the white sails on the lake were dotted, and the boats seemed to be fluttering on the water like leaves, and suddenly a gust of wind blew, and you could see small waves rushing to the shore, but as soon as they came up, they immediately retreated as if they were afraid that someone would drag them.

Suddenly, the wind swept up on the water, and it looked spectacular. The undulating waves stretched into the distance, and in Mo Yan's opinion, the lake water was like breathing.

It was as if the lake had also gained spirituality, whispering, except for the sound of the waves blowing on the shore, the lake was silent and eerily quiet.

Suddenly, I heard two plopping sounds, and when I turned my head to look, I found that Mo Liunian and Xiao Banxian were both in the water......

At this time, the little half-immortal tried to swim to the surface of the water, the light was close in front of him, and when he broke through the last shackles, the little half-immortal was relieved, he took a deep breath, and then turned his head to look at Mo Liunian in his arms, but he didn't expect Mo Liunian to be looking at him.

Mo Liunian looked at the little half-immortal, and remembered the last moment of jumping off the cliff that day, the world was upside down, the rocks were like rain, and the little half-immortal who was collecting medicine in the mountains in an instant rushed out and grabbed Mo Liunian's waist, which saved Mo Liunian who was falling off the cliff.

Such a chaotic situation, such a critical moment, Mo Liunian didn't remember anything at the time, but at this moment, Mo Liunian seemed to see clearly, at that time, the little half-immortal he lowered his head and glanced at himself, and there was a faint sadness in his eyes.

It was so deep, as deep as the abyss of falling snow, the little half-immortal bowed down to Mo Liunian with a face like jade and snow, and still looked at Mo Liunian with a smile.

Mo Liunian had never seen such a good-looking face, it was so perfect that it didn't look like anything in the world, with clear contours, slightly frowning eyebrows, and a pair of phoenix eyes with beautiful shapes, looking at her gently.

Among them is countless colors of compassion, when the little half-fairy bent his knees slightly, half-squatted beside her, supporting her, the snow-white robe dragged on the ground, the long black hair hung down, almost up to the waist, really like a god who saved all beings in the nine heavens.

At this moment, Mo Liunian's world seemed to be solidified into three inches of light, an inch of heaven, an inch of hell, and Mo Liunian was in the middle.

Later, due to the bump of the gravel, Mo Liunian cultivated in the Feng Shui Pavilion for three months before he was able to make a good profit.

Mo Liunian raised his hand to block his eyes, his eyes were dry and painful, and his fingers touched his forehead, only to find that his fingertips were as cold as ice.

Those scattered fragments of memory, vague and clear, chaotic like the wings of a butterfly......

Xiao Banxian said angrily: "Such an adult, why can't you even stand steadily, I see you ......"

The little half-immortal who was talking with a smile paused at the last sentence, but Mo Liunian didn't care about what the little half-immortal said in the end.

Because Mo Liunian's eyes were like smoke, hiding the crystal water, he couldn't tell whether it was a tear of hatred or a cold ice air, but when he finally looked at the little half-immortal, his face was suddenly torn apart and distorted, and even the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, which had always been soft, were pinched in pain.

Mo Liunian looked at the little half-fairy deafly, and the little half-fairy's eyes still reflected his own shadow, when the shadow swayed, Mo Liunian saw the self in the eyes of the little half-fairy, a person who was as pale as paper, and a self full of sorrow.

In this season when the water became cold, there was sorrow, and unconsciously surged into Mo Liunian's heart.

Along the way, there are many joys and sorrows.

The scenes of the past appeared in front of Mo Liunian's eyes again, and your face, which has never been forgotten, is haggard in thoughts.

Those past events, those years, all dissipated into smoke in Mo Liunian, and became the unforgettable pain of Mo Liunian.

Mo Liunian didn't speak, because she choked on a few mouthfuls of water after falling into the water, and she began to cough violently.

The years passed quietly with time between his fingers, and Mo Liunian was as shocked as if he had just woken up from a big dream, but in fact, his youth had passed.

Mo Liunian's cardamom years have long been in the past, and now he is twenty-three years old, an age that has nothing to do with the cardamom years, and his pink and white eyebrows carry such a wind and snow.

Unconsciously has reached middle age, but like a newborn child, innocent, naïve, cute, Mo Liunian because of amnesia, so he doesn't know the story of his youth, but at this time there is also a kind of anachronism, there are some injuries that have passed away.

Mo Liunian's memory is shallow, and only in a casual situation will he think of it as if he were nothing.

Running water in the year. Just like that, I don't look back, and I take it away, and there is still the most beautiful time.

The bright sunlight sprinkled down, flowing on Mo Liunian's slender and thick eyelashes shining like gold, and the rippling purple pupils were like dream-like water, surging with tenderness, as if with a kind of sincerity and gentleness that the little half-immortal had never seen, staring deeply at him.

It may be a bit hasty to recall all her past in a moment, but it is enough for a woman who has not experienced the world to grow into a flowery life.

Mo Liunian felt a little sad in his heart, and a little melancholy, drifting in the sky with the autumn wind.

At this time, the boatman handed over the pulp, and the little half-immortal grabbed the pulp, and finally climbed ashore with Mo Liunian.

The two of them sat down on the deck, Mo Liunian kept coughing, vomiting all the water she choked on, and Mo Yan patted her back until she calmed down.

The boatman came to send a thin blanket, and the little half-immortal wrapped Mo Liunian first, and then pulled a blanket to wrap himself.

Mo Yan also handed them hot tea, and the two looked at each other in embarrassment to drink tea, and Xiao Banxian drank two sips of tea before asking Mo Yan: "Did someone fall into the water on the boat just opposite?"

Mo Yan said: "Well, if you are rescued, it should be fine." ”

Xiao Banxian glanced at Mo Liunian and asked jokingly, "Did you deliberately make an appointment to fall into the water with that girl?"

Mo Liunian drank tea and ignored him.

Now that the two of them are like this, it is impossible to eat the lake, Mo Yan ordered the boatman to dock, and the painting boat that was connected to the same fate docked at almost the same time as them.

When they got off the boat, they saw a middle-aged man on the boat walking down with a young woman who had just dived into the water, followed by several people, who seemed to be the young woman's family.

The young woman had a beautiful face, but she was still in a coma with some paleness, and it was estimated that she was choking on water just now.

Xiao Banxian looked at them curiously, and also looked over there, everyone's mood and activities were more complicated.