Xiao Banxian smiled: "A girl's hand is very important, if she has a scar, she will be disgusted by her husband in the future." ”

I have to say that the wounds that Mo Liunian once loved, the pain that he hurt, the pain that he had, and the most beautiful scars that he hated were once the most beautiful scars, and the thousands of holes that his heart scratched were the most beautiful scars that Mo Liunian left to himself in the long years.

Memories can't be erased from Mo Liunian's mind, youth can't be quietly erased from memory, and the love in the old days can't be modified at all.

Death is not much more painful than death, because the process of heart death is like watching a knife slash through the flesh of the body one by one, without bleeding or losing life, but the degree of pain has not diminished in the slightest.

Every death is the end of a certain extent, Mo Liunian's life is tied in a dead knot at such a moment, and there is no turning back.

Some things are not afraid to retreat, if Mo Liunian can't learn to adapt to parting now, she will be even more lonely and pale as snow in the future.

And time happens to be as sharp as a pair of scissors, cutting off the creases that Mo Liunian has imprinted intentionally or unintentionally.

Over time, the pain subsides and the wound heals.

Soon, all that remained of his lips was a curvy suture.

By the next winter, it turned into a faint scar.

Ironically, it was from that winter that Mo Liunian was reluctant to smile anymore.

Everyone has scars, all kinds of them, some are bigger, some are smaller, and some can't even feel it.

Some wounds can be healed, but some, if you continue to row, are for a lifetime.

The physical wounds healed quickly, but the mental wounds formed a hard scar in Mo Liunian's heart.

No one's heart is truly ironclad, and those who seem to have an iron heart are nothing more than injured too many times, and the blood scabs are connected to the blood scabs, and they gradually become a hard shell.

However, if one tears it open and looks at it, they will find that the flesh beneath the hard shell is so soft that it hurts to touch it.

Mo Liunian said: "Don't worry, I am not ready to marry in this life." ”

And Mo Liunian also knows that she is getting older, lonely and helpless, and she will not be able to find a home when she dies in the future, although she said so, but at this moment Mo Liunian really wants to marry now.

Mo Liunian suddenly found himself in a hurry, for his current self, love is a luxury, it is a young person's business, young people can also hold their little hands and sing, and it is a serious thing to go to the zoo for a walk, but after the age of twenty, many people are already living nervously, what kind of love is it, it's almost enough, you have to do things quickly, there are still a lot of things waiting to be done in the back.

I want someone to love you, I want someone to care for you, I want to feel warm when I go home every day, I want to have a place to heal after an injury, I want to hug, I want a home-cooked meal that is delicious even if it's unpalatable, I want someone to take care of you and care about you, I want to play with someone, I want to have a baby with him.

Is what Mo Liunian wants is love? In fact, what Mo Liunian wants now is just a home.

Have you ever thought about getting married?

Two people who love each other are destined to not be able to continue their lives calmly, and they will not stop if they do not part with life and death.

And being with someone you don't love will be more lonely than when you're alone.

You feel like you'll never forget the injuries you've suffered, but you've come over anyway. The person who once left, you thought that you would not be able to let go for the rest of your life, but later you still found that it turned out that you really can't live without anyone who will leave. You didn't realize the dream you once said, but you found the self you like in the effort to realize your dream.

At that time, you were still young, thinking that if you were good to others, others would be good to you, thinking that as long as you worked hard, you would definitely have gains, and you thought that as long as you held hands, it would be forever, but because you were too young, all the sadness and happiness seemed so profound, and it was earth-shattering at the slightest touch. Time has made you grow at the same time, but also let you see a lot, nothing must be yours, nothing must be lost, despite difficulties, still strong.

We may all be curious, those years, teenagers, what kind of scenery did you miss, and whether you regret it, whether you blame the young and frivolous and do not know how to cherish it, the result is naturally unknown. You can't be too greedy, everyone has only one true love in their life, and only true love will make you taste happiness. If you unfortunately bump into rotten peach blossoms, then, how can you fall in love as when you don't fall in love.

When all your youth is burned, you will find a man who may just want to fulfill his marital obligations, and then become his wife and live this life in peace. At the end of the years, you will understand that if the love at that time does not stop, then the current family and happiness will always be just a bubble.

For women, marrying the right person will not necessarily be happy, because some people just don't understand happiness, but marrying the wrong person will definitely not be happy. Therefore, I don't believe that there are women in this world, and whoever they marry will be happy.

It's okay, it's okay if you don't love it, I'm not sad. Maybe only with such a choice will you be happy. All I need to know is that I have loved it. The person I love most in this life, you must be happy. I've been waiting for someone to turn back, I've been waiting for a smile.

Meeting the right person at the right time is the happiness of life, meeting the wrong person at the right time is the sorrow of life, meeting the wrong person at the wrong time is the absurdity of fate, and meeting the right person at the wrong time is the regret of life. Although we have not met in the most beautiful years, as long as we meet in this life, it is never too late. Meeting is fate, grateful for God's will, we must cherish it.

Time passed minute by minute, this blink of an eye has been nearly half an hour has passed, the sign has already been handed in, but never waited for Gaozong's call, as time goes by, the courtiers who rushed to the Chengtian Gate to hear the news gathered more and more, to the end, there are nearly a hundred, everyone has a little bit of anxiety on their faces, but no one dares to make a loud noise, the atmosphere of the small square is depressed, just like the sky that is about to fall.

Just when the two of them were saying a word, the two girls came again just now and said to the little half-immortal: "We have an invite." ”

The truth is not hidden, the deserted cold village to no outsiders footprints, tonight suddenly received the light not to send the meteor letter fire, although there is no alarm, but the three uncles in the past years have many enemies, there are sudden visitors in the middle of the night, must be seen, but also quite suspicious, special order descendants to welcome, please ask the intention, unexpectedly it is two real people, and also hold a handwritten letter to come, suddenly make the cottage glorious.

After walking for another stick of incense, they walked out of the valley, and suddenly the surroundings were bright, and the smell of medicine came to their noses, and a delicate small village appeared in front of them, thirteen two-story wooden buildings surrounded a three-story octagonal wooden building in the middle.

It is surrounded by medicinal fields that have been divided into patches, and some rare and rare herbs are planted in them.

The two girls took them to the octagonal wooden building, and the plaque of the octagonal building was written in gold letters: 'Cave Heaven and Blessed Land' four big characters.

Not far away, there are several small wooden houses, clustered around a three-story European-style white mansion, in front of the house are placed dozens of sets of chic rattan tables and rattan chairs, each table is crowded, lively, the same dressed attendants holding dishes and cups and saucers hurriedly walk in and out. And the sun, which has always refused to appreciate its face, chose to come out of the clouds at this time, and everything was so harmonious and wonderful under the shroud of brilliant brilliance.

There is a rockery behind the hall, the stones are not good, and the stacking is not a fool. There is a small hole hidden in it, and there are shrines, stone tables, stone benches, and so on. But if you look at it from the outside, you can't see it if you don't look closely. There is a beamless hall in the back mountain, red walls, glazed bricks and tiles of various colors, three bottles on the ridge, and the sun is ancient.

On the second floor of the inn, in the No. 1 room, the wooden furniture is neatly placed and elegantly arranged, and on the round wooden table in the center of the guest room, there is a small smoke stove, green smoke curling, and special spices exude a charming aroma.

The moonlight was bright and clean, falling on the Xiangyun Mountain of Lingxi Sect, diluting some clouds and mist, making most of the entire mountain peak exposed, and it looked like a beautiful scenery. On the east side of this peak, at the end of a forked mountain road, there is a courtyard, this yard is the size of an acre, surrounded by plants and flowers, very chic, there is a wooden house in the courtyard, whether it is tables, chairs and couch wood, it is made of a kind of dark purple wood, exuding a faint sandalwood, far from being comparable to the miscellaneous area.

After the rickshaw bumped for about half an hour, a wide open carved iron gate appeared in front of Gu Lingxi, and the walls on both sides of the gate were overgrown with red and yellow creepers, which was very beautiful. Looking further in, a straight concrete road evenly separates the not-so-tall nameless trees on either side, leading to a four- or five-story white and brown building.

Jin Rong walked inside as he spoke. When I looked at it, it was a large courtyard, and the powder wall was divided into two. There is a locust tree inside and outside, and the house has a corridor, which is also very large. It's just that the paint is peeling off and it's too old. Walking into this heavy courtyard, there are verandahs on both sides.

The courtyard is exceptionally quiet. There were no tall trees or shrubs in the courtyard, and the ground was bare and black-brown, with blood-red roses spreading from one side to the other and to the inside. Duan Chen and the others walked all the way to the attic, pushed open the door, and walked up to the second floor one after another. The further I went, the more ominous I felt. The fishy sweet smell that seemed to be there and didn't seem to be there gradually lingered on the tip of the nose.

On the left is a lone peak, on the right is a stream, behind which is the road from which everyone came. It is surrounded by large forests on all sides, and there is also a layer of bamboo and fruit trees inside. There are about dozens of acres of flat land, and the fields and vegetable gardens occupy eight or nine out of ten. There are rows of big trees on the shore of the field, and they are very wide. The left mountain and the right water, the small garden is in the middle, the bamboo trees are surrounded more densely, only a corner of the building is faintly exposed, and it is difficult to find it if you don't walk in. Looking at the front of a thousand rows of willows guarding a building, the scenery is particularly beautiful in the smoke and rain.

I squinted at the noon sun and looked at the garden, which was a very large and elegant courtyard, with pines and cypresses on one side and wax plums on the other, full of colorful flowers. It is the season when the wax plum blossom blooms, and the fragrance is bursting and refreshing. In the middle of the courtyard, the small man-made lake is a pavilion and water pavilion piled up by rockeries, and on the central axis is a five-bay heavy eaves mountain-style main house, with exquisite decoration of carved beams and paintings. The wings on both sides are also elegant and gorgeous.

This garden is five zhang wide, a small fence gate blocks Ji Xiaochun's way, and from here you can see that there is a dark green tree planted around the garden, the tree is full of golden fruits, it is this fruit that shines, it is extraordinarily dazzling, there is a small wooden house in the center of the garden, the medicine field around the wooden house is divided into many different parts, planted with a lot of spiritual grass that Ji Xiaochun has never seen, they exude spiritual light, and the breath of a thousand-year-old spiritual object belongs to the body, so that Ji Xiaochun has not returned to his senses for a long time.

The whole house is tastefully furnished, elegant and warm. In the studio at the top of the second floor, there are tables, chairs, benches, easel paints, and when you open the window, the breeze mixed with the water vapor in the river blows in your face, which is also mixed with the faint fragrance of unknown flowers, which makes people feel happy.

The bright spot is a hole. He threw down the boulder and slashed his hands and feet together, but inside the cave was an ice cellar that was sloping upward. He paddled on the trend, and after a while, the sound of the wave rushed out of the water, only to feel that the sun was dazzling, the fragrance of flowers was fragrant, and there was no other world. He immediately got up, looked around, and saw the flowers and grass, like a great garden, but the shadows of the flowers did not move, and the valley was empty. He was surprised and delighted, jumped out of the water, and saw a thatched hut more than ten feet away.

His room was rarely flooded with sunlight, and even if the windows were wide open and the heat from outside entered, there was still an endless cool air in the room, which had both the flavor of the forest area and the ancient style of the royal era, like walking into the abandoned pavilion of the hunting ground, which could make people's sense of smell indulge in a dream for a long time.

When I walked into the carved living room, I couldn't help but be fascinated by the colors, because everything was so exquisitely furnished. The tables and chairs are all complete sets of rosewood inlaid with marble, the oil is shiny and shiny, and the various antiques on several cases and the celebrity calligraphy and paintings between the walls make the father who loves antique calligraphy and painting show a look of great admiration. The flower stands in the corners of the walls are carved from old tree roots, which is particularly elegant and pleasant. The courtyard is full of exotic flowers, and in spring, there is also a thriving atmosphere.

The two girls bowed to the three and said, "Miss is inside, please come in." ”

Xiao Banxian and Mo Liunian glanced at each other, then walked in, and walked in to see, the furnishings in the octagonal building were very ordinary, with a few carved tables and chairs, and there were only two colorful butterfly vases on the desk, which were inserted with a few splendid mountain flowers.

The only thing that is unusual is that there are two fist-sized night pearls hanging in the wooden building, and the night pearls are bright and shining, illuminating the building thoroughly.

Looking at such a simple arrangement, Xiao Banxian was a little surprised, as soon as the two of them stood firmly, they heard the sound of light footsteps coming from the stairs on the second floor, and there was the sound of ringing and wearing between walking, Shanshan sounded, and there was a rustling sound.

Both of them immediately looked at the exit of the spiral staircase, and after a while, they saw a stunning beauty dressed in a white dress and a gauze skirt, with her hair combed and her bun, cardamom in her prime, her ice muscles clear, and her eyes filled with autumn water, standing gently and skillfully at the entrance of the spiral staircase.

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