Mo Liunian's tone was light, but his tone was unquestionable, as soon as the little half-immortal raised his head, he saw Mo Liunian's calm and solemn face, and looked at Mo Liunian's gaze, and the little half-immortal was suddenly stunned.

There was a burst of excitement in his heart, and he quickly turned his head, only to see a smile on the corner of his mouth, leaning against the door with a little laziness, and his long black hair seemed to be casually, but it was not messy. It's just that he stands so simply, but it is as wet as a spring moon willow, faint as an autumn night rain, which makes people unconsciously want to get close.

Shi Yi's profile is beautiful, his eyes reflect the moonlight, and because he wants to avoid his business, he concentrates on looking at the pond and the rockery next to the pond. Without the slightest impatience, he remembered, there was a saying to describe beauty. The most beautiful ones are all precious in beauty and don't know it.

Xiao Banxian only felt that his heart seemed to be gently pulled by something, slightly sweet, thick and astringent, as long as he looked at Mo Liunian's side face, he felt a kind of distress and pride that he couldn't say that he knew with outsiders.

Xiao Banxian looked at the girl's side face, and named her Mo Liunian because she didn't remember everything before when she woke up.

Because of this, this Mo Liunian is extremely depressed, teary eyes from time to time, looking at the fireworks will shed two tears, holding a handkerchief and refusing to let go, even sleeping is crying, often waking up and his face is wet, the little half-fairy sighs every time he sees it, but he doesn't speak.

Yan Qingyu's liver and sausage were almost twisted to an inch, but she could only hug Gu Yanyan's head with her husband, and kept comforting her in distress.

Xu Xiaoxin choked up and said, at this moment, in his heart, there is no countless wealth of the Yan family, no disputes and troubles in the world, and even no extreme anger before, the heart of a man who is as strong as iron is only filled with thick regret and endless pity.

However, Xiao Banxian felt that the life of being able to jump off the cliff must be very hard!

And the name that Xiao Banxian chose for Mo Liunian was to make her forget all her previous troubles.

After experiencing the threshold of life and death, she can still survive and live better, she was so seriously injured at the beginning, Mo Liunian never said a word, and although she had no memory after recovery, she was like a butterfly out of a cocoon, and had a new life.

Maybe everyone doesn't feel that they have gained anything, but in this new year, the world has changed, people who should laugh will always laugh, and sad people have always been sad, just want to laugh, but feel more and more tired, how to touch the hand is still sad.

Mo Liunian turned his head and looked at the little half-immortal: "Do you think I'm overwhelmed?"

Grandma Liang immediately stopped talking, the surrounding ladies sneered lightly, Mrs. Liang loosened her tightly locked brows, and smiled shallowly like melting snow, Liang's second grandmother turned her head to look at Liu's gratefully, and the third grandmother also secretly raised her eyes to look at Minglan , but Mo Lan had a complicated expression, looked at everyone for a while, and looked out the window in a daze.

Who hasn't been simple when you're young, who hasn't lost on the road, think about your original choice, I don't know if it's regret, or it should have been, our youth is not long, but there are many things to do, we also understand to cherish, but work makes people powerless, sometimes I want to sigh into inhalation, frivolity into patience.

What kind of desperate voice is that? How long has it been in the dark to torture a living being like this? Desperate, crazy, as long as you grasp a little light, you can't let go.

A broken heart, if you want to make up for it seamlessly, you can't. But whose life has never been cut, as long as you can breathe and feel, everything can be done again. In the spring and autumn of life for decades, feelings can also bloom and fall like flowers, fall and open. As long as you meet someone who is worthy of paying sincerely, you can stay together at any time.

But there is still pain seeping into my heart, although I once thought that I didn't care, although I told myself that I couldn't get over it until now, but every time I go to bed or wake up from a dream, I will always be disturbed by those messy fragments and want to escape from everything I am facing, I know that living is a kind of practice, this is the calamity that I must go through.

They are the remnants of their own lives. They have lost the fire of their youth and prime, and they are willing to forget everything and be forgotten by everything, and this is how they are sent to the world as if they were nothing, which is also a way to forget their worries. It's really hard to be confused. If you can't live it satisfactorily, let it become a few remnants and disappear with the wind

Shen Pearl smiled suddenly, An Qingxu only felt that this smile was extremely weird, as if it was sad, and it seemed to be resolute, and those eyes were radiant and radiant, and they were not inferior to the pearls in their hands. For a moment, a thousand thoughts seemed to turn in his heart, and he didn't seem to have thought about anything, only the slightest dazedness.

Everything is like a drawing that is not aligned, everything in the past cannot go back to the past, it is slowly extended, staggered little by little, maybe the staggered things we should really forget. It's a strange thing for people to forget each other. The hearts of those people you get will eventually disappear in the air.

Erhe looked up at the sky, the half-bent moon, hanging in the corner of people's houses, the northwest wind blowing in the sky, it seemed that those scattered starlight were a little flickering, and there was really an indescribable emotion in his heart, and he felt annoyed and resentful. However, he followed closely behind him, and the fragrance of the clothes on Yuerong's body was sent from the same nose for a while, and there was an infinite sweet taste that taught people to feel.

Song Fengcheng heard the cold sound of the phone hanging up in his ears, squinted at the deep twilight outside the window, and a wry smile curled into the corner of his lips that could not be called elegant. I took off my glasses and stood there, playing with the temples of my gold-wire glasses, and between my eyebrows slightly frowned, the look was particularly commensurate with the scenery outside the window, which looked very pleasing to the eye, but there was a certain helpless loneliness.

Although the breakup was so decisive, he still remembered the way she smiled at him delicately and sweetly. The hazy shadow that remained in the memory had now completely dissipated, and only the woman in front of her with a low brow and an indifferent expression was the only one in front of her. Like a rotten grass, it finally broke its roots, and when he pulled it out, he was ready, although his heart was empty, and it was not a surprise.

The little half-immortal said: "No, I think what you said is very reasonable, if we only believe in the theory of fate, then how boring the world will become." ”

Mo Liunian tilted her head, there was affection in her eyes, and a familiar smile on her lips slowly emerged, this smile was a smile from the heart, her eyes were full of smiles, and she said softly: "Also, I don't want to live here all the time, I feel scared when I think of the group of ghosts and tombs next door." ”

The little half-immortal laughed: "Let's go, let's go back." ”

In the past three days, the two of them met Jiang Shuying's senior sister Qin Yuanshuang and third senior sister Chu Xunzhen, both of whom are extremely kind beauties, only the youngest Lin Ruonan has never seen a real person, and heard a medicine slave reveal that he went to find a thousand-year-old snow lotus.

Xiao Banxian and Mo Liunian helped those medicine slaves weeding when they had nothing to do, Xiao Banxian was good-looking and had a good temperament, and soon got along with those little medicine slaves.

These three days every day apricot rain or ink painting will send food into the Bangqiu Pavilion in the evening, in addition to the door of the Bangqiu Pavilion has been closed, the apricot rain and ink painting will take turns to guard the door, in fact, no one will disturb if you don't keep it.

On the last night, Xiao Banxian and Mo Liunian played a game of chess and prepared to go back to their rooms to sleep.

Suddenly, a roar like a beast came, and the two looked at each other, both of them were shocked!