The three of them got on the boat, took a painting boat, and slowly moved towards the center of the lake in the cool autumn breeze.

On the sparkling surface of the lake, visitors row small boats, leisurely, and brightly colored costumes seem to be flowers blooming on the lake.

The trembling reflection in the water, with the soft sound of the water, a blue wave, crushing the shadow of the water, and the wind, and the boat moved.

At this time, the lake is full of sheng songs, endless prosperous scenes, beautiful scenery.

I saw more than 20 flower boats coming and going slowly on the water, and the boats were full of gauze tents and silk lanterns.

The painting boat Lingbo, the sound of oars and the shadow of lights constitute a dreamlike beauty and wonder

In the past three years, Mo Liunian has been accompanied by Xiao Banxian and Mo Yan all the way, like a river flowing endlessly, or gentle, or rapid, stopping and stopping.

The little half-fairy heard that many scenery is always on the other side.

If the meeting is always outside the landscape, the little half-immortal feels that it is better to wait peacefully in the world.

The little half-immortal looked at this red dust time, how to rearrange the fate of the world.

Sitting alone on the bow of the boat and listening to the tune, the little half-fairy made a pot of idle tea.

The little half-immortal doesn't care, then the Nanfei swallow, when can he return home.

The little half-immortal didn't ask, where would the little boat be exiled to.

The little half-immortal didn't think about how much of those years were true and how much was false.

Mo is on the flow of the year, and the line and chanting, the mountain is heavy, the water is heavy, the cloud is a journey, and the geese are a journey.

The little half-immortal thinks that he is a wandering person who can bury bones everywhere in the green mountains, but when he reaches middle age, he is quite worried about not having a home.

Recently, I often have the desire to ask for help, and after I get tired of watching and practicing the Tao, or wake up in the middle of the night, I can't sleep on the pillow for the second time.

Especially in the late spring when the spring rain is depressed, or the autumn evening when the wind blows dead wood, the little half-fairy often looks at the sky and always reminds him of his childhood memories.

The power of this time, when the wanderer was homesick and Fei Hong was tired of traveling, made the little half-immortal depressed year after year, was really terrible and hateful.

The old feelings are inexhaustible, when will they rest.

The little half-immortal keeps an obsession, regardless of the sun and moon phases, the time passes, and the old shadow is still there.

The seasons have changed and changed, and the clouds have secretly sent the lonely bird several times, and the smoke waves have detoured to Shazhu several times.

A hazy past, and she was still far, far ahead.

Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart.

But for the sake of the king, he has been groaning so far.

If you are for wine, if you are singing, I only wish to share it with you.

The little half-immortal looked back gently, only to feel that everything was in a hurry, and the days were hard.

Accustomed to walking alone, accustomed to being busy in the fireworks life, suddenly there is a natural home, and suddenly there is a feeling of not being very comfortable.

It is said that when you sing about wine, what is your life? But Shaohua is getting older, and the little half-immortal has long lost the mentality he had at the beginning.

Once on the road of wandering, the little half-immortal could deliberately forget many people, but he could not forget his master.

Life is like ping, forgetting each other.

Those days of cultivating hard with the master and eating and drinking dew have finally come to an end.

Along the way, the little half-immortal once watched the passing world, thousands of world phenomena, all turned into dream bubbles.

Along the way, there is no need for others to be accompanied by the master.

The little half-immortal is not afraid of the torment of the road, but the pace of the years is neither slow nor slow, just the age of time.

Too much time has passed, and in the past three years, Xiao Banxian doesn't seem to remember Shizun's appearance very much, but Xiao Banxian still remembers the feeling of seeing Shizun for the first time.

Shallow and faint, like the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, hazy and unclear.

Xiao Banxian only remembered that she was standing by the bridge at that time, looking at the flowing river, motionless, just like a tree.

Later, the city wall of Yucheng in my childhood was carved with the sand left by the years, like prosperity in a dream, and I fell into lovesickness at a glance.

But the little half-immortal began to believe, after walking through the stump branches and leaves today, tomorrow will definitely be a full moon.

And at this time, Mo Yan was sitting on the bow of the boat, wearing a white robe, his face was so handsome today, it became as if he had no feelings, the wind blew his clothes, the river was endless, he was just listening to this beautiful sound, endlessly.

Mo Yan is unharmed, and the years are quiet.

At that time, Mo Yan was just ordinary, in the smoke and rain of Mo Yan's past, bit by bit, dense, hazy peach and willow green, hazy Lanzhou paintings, hazy jackdaw slopes, hazy water outline people, and also hazy to me a brocade ruler.

Farewell to Jindu, is from the end of the world, looking back at the red candle and green silk, that smile, straight and straight, blowing away in the conjecture branch of Huanting.

She blooms like a flower, frowning, thousands of prosperity, even if the east wind blows and falls into mud, she must linger in the warp and weft of time.

Time does not live, who promises who lasts forever? Fireworks are unbearable.

Mo Yan said to her, don't forget it, and later, the flowers were cold in her dreams.

Mo Yan told her that life and death depend on each other, and later, he turned around and rubbed shoulders.

Mo Yan told her that the end of the world is close at hand, and later, the end of the world is close at hand.

But if life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan, and the Yi people have already drifted away.

Even if Mo Yan can go back to the past, he will never be able to return to the poetry and painting of the time, and he will never be able to return to the heart-to-heart of the time.

Even if Mo Yan is reluctant and misses, what can he do, but it is only to increase his sorrow, why bother, force himself like this?

Mo Yan finally gave himself and her, a happy tomorrow, isn't that good? Maybe this is the best ending!

The season of flowers is in time, and the season of flowers is strange.

Mo Yan's state of mind at this time is hard to say.

This is the first time Mo Liunian has taken a boat since he can remember, and Mo Liunian is afraid of water for some reason.

Especially afraid that the kind of big river that can drown people, the difficult appearance when getting on the boat made Mo Yan, who was sitting on the bow of the boat, laugh......

Seeing this, Xiao Banxian, who was drinking tea at this time, took Mo Liunian's hand and said, "Don't be afraid, the boat can't capsize." ”

Mo Liunian held Xiao Banxian's hand tightly, Xiao Banxian felt her nervousness and held her tightly, but even when she got on the boat, Mo Liunian didn't dare to let go, and when the hull of the boat shook, she threw herself directly into Xiao Banxian's arms.

Xiao Banxian was stunned for a moment, it was really the first time for Mo Liunian to throw himself into his arms like this, if he was someone else, he would definitely be overjoyed, but Mo Liunian was a little worried about this.

"Xiao Mo, are you seasick?"

Mo Liunian also knew that the situation was not very good-looking now, and she didn't expect that she would be afraid of water to this extent, so she forced herself to slowly leave the arms of the little half-immortal, and tried to look as far away as possible, "No, you help me into the cabin, and I'll just rest for a while." ”

Xiao Banxian looked at Mo Liunian's face and was frightened, and smiled secretly in her heart, this girl is not afraid of the sky and the earth on weekdays, but she didn't expect to be so afraid of water.

Helping Mo Liunian into the cabin, Mo Liunian's hanging heart finally eased a little after sitting down, and Xiao Banxian poured her a cup of tea and quipped: "I finally know your weakness." ”

Mo Liunian took a sip of tea: "Is it strange to be afraid of water?"

The little half-immortal smiled: "It's not strange, it's not strange. ”

This is the hull of the ship began to move, Mo Liunian was shocked and grabbed the hand of the little half-immortal, the little half-immortal looked at the hand that held his hand tightly, and said slowly: "If I didn't know who you are, I really would think that you deliberately took advantage of your own owner." ”

Mo Liunian immediately withdrew his hand and glared at Xiao Banxian.