Mo Liunian still returned to the Xiyue Palace, standing in front of the guest room window of the Xiyue Palace, and seemed to feel that someone was staring at him in the haze.

This kind of thing was expected, Mo Liunian was still staring out the window in the direction of the entrance of the Xiyue Palace, and the black eyes were no longer joyful but a faint melancholy,

The young and bright eyes reveal a hint of cynicism, and there is a hint of sadness hidden in the lonely smile

For some reason, Mo Liunian has always been sullen in the past few years, staring out the window with eyes that are very transparent to the world, and his melancholy eyes reveal anxiety and uneasiness that are not in line with his age.

Mo Liunian subconsciously touched his face, thinking that he had forgotten about his disguise, and then remembered that he didn't need to worry too much, so he smiled and continued to look at the scenery outside the window.

It's late at night!

Why is he alone in the middle of the night, could it be that he also has sad things?

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and it is autumn again in a blink of an eye, Mo Liunian looked at the whistling autumn leaves outside the window, and remembered that person again.

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Liunian was not his original self, and in this long and short time, he left some things that made Mo Liunian both sad and sad, as well as some regrets......

Autumn goes to the winter solstice, winter goes to spring, the years go by, time is like an arrow, there is no return.

The days like flowing water are like hibiscus, at the beginning of the bud to be released, gradually blossoming like a brocade, blooming, thanking and blooming again, it has been three years in a blink of an eye.

Time flies in a flash, and years pass in an instant.

The red mullion between the flowers has several degrees of spring and autumn, and suddenly the spring flowers have been exhausted, and the ice and snow have melted.

A big dream in the world, with three feet of autumn frost at the tips of the hair.

Time flies, time flies, facing the mirror of time, Mo Liunian all recalls the happiness of the past

In the distance, there was a slight chirping of night insects among the grass, intermittently, and from time to time. The moon moves through the clouds and slowly moves over the mid-heavens.

Quiescence!

Night birds chirp, and a stream murmurs in the distance.

Under the silent night sky, a pair of hornbills quietly swept by, leaving a few mournful chirps, and the stars in the dark sky shone slightly, as if they were pouring out something to the river, the river was murmuring, flowing with joy, flowing with sadness, flowing with that unattainable innocent dream

The attic at night is unusually quiet in a gentle and peaceful moonlight, occasionally with the yellow warbler crying three or two times, and you can faintly hear the sheng flute

There is wind outside the window, and Xiao Xiao passes by, bringing the aroma of plantain and weed.

Autumn listened to the sound of insects, chirping and chirping, and only their heaven and earth remained, and there was no other movement.

See the moon through the clouds.

At that moment, a soft ray of moonlight shone through the window and sprinkled on the windowsill, which seemed to be silver-plated.

The room was silent, and the moonlight was clear and white, falling far away in front of the window, as if it were spreading silver crumbs on the ground.

Moonlight!

Like a soft silver veil, it hangs down from the window.

The moonlight shone through the shade of the trees, leaking a shimmering piece of jade.

Mo Liunian has heard a lot of such words, how should you do for your own good.

That person said at the time that he couldn't live with Mo Liunian, and at the same time admitted that he had been lying to Mo Liunian, but what did he ask,

Mo Liunian still couldn't deceive his emotions towards that person.

Even now, Mo Liunian himself has not been able to forget that person!

At that time, Mo Liunian had a very happy time, although he had no memories of the past, the people who cheered for him every day were like stars, and it could be said that the scenery was infinite.

Until that day, I saw him in the hands of human traffickers.

At that moment, it seemed that the memory of the past was seen on his face.

Because Mo Liunian himself didn't remember everything before the age of sixteen, and when he saw him, it seemed to evoke those memories of the past.

Memories are always melancholy, and the good past only makes people feel that everything is over, and the troubles of the past only make people worry again.

Mo Liunian couldn't help but feel a little sad, and after a short period of beauty, he sighed

Alive!

It's never a one-man business, and people can't live alone.

Since you are alive, you must always trouble others, and if you trouble others, you must not be troubled by others.

Since he can't change the past, he shouldn't always fall into regret, it's useless anyway, why doesn't he make it up? But how can he make up for it......

Even if they get along every day and night now, there will always be a time when the past that makes Mo Liunian deeply sad.

Mo Liunian was close to the window, looking at the river shrouded in moonlight, like a silver ribbon.

At this time, Mo Liunian's mood was a little dazed, and he seemed to have a shallow layer of melancholy.

It turned out that the heart had already been attracted by that person.

In the quiet air, Mo Liunian suddenly heard a melodious and soul-touching singing.

This singing made Mo Liunian's mood more and more dazed, and his mind couldn't help but be a little trance-like.

It turns out that pretending to forget is more vicious than oblivious.

Never forget at least because you dare to face it, but pretend to forget because you dare not face it.

Every time, I thought that the pain could not be relieved anymore, I thought that I would go to hell tomorrow, but again and again, the sun will go down and climb up tomorrow, the flowers will still bloom the same next year, and people's faces, even if they are getting older, maybe as long as they don't die, there is still a chance.

Mo Liunian hated, hated Hongchen helplessly, Mo Liunian sighed, sighed that the end of the world was far away.

Maybe it's not Mo Liunian's thing, or it's not Mo Liunian who chases for a lifetime.

For someone who may not care about Mo Liunian, there is not much difference between paying ten years of waiting and ten seconds.

What is Mo Liunian for, he has been patiently living, living day after day. Everything seems hopeless.

Hopelessness comes from the world around you, and hopelessness comes from the people around you.

It seems that hopelessness comes from within oneself.

If the person who waits doesn't come, he will gradually lose his goal, thinking that he is not waiting, but just doing nothing.

But the world has turned a thousand times, Mo Liunian is still stationed in the whirlpool of years, still waiting on the road, even if he loses everything, he will not lose this obsession.

Mo Liunian doesn't know how that moment will come, but he can indeed wait, as long as you have enough patience and persistence.

Stand in front of the window!

Looking at everything in the world, people are really too small, although all living beings exist in a variety of ways like rocks, but after all, they only write all the joys and sorrows.

All living beings are always just a prosperity, who leaves, who waits?

Spring goes to spring, you need to wait, the flowers bloom, you need to wait, the tide rises and falls, you also need to wait!

So it is with heaven and earth, how much more with man?

Just speechless, standing quietly in the moonlight, listening to the night, as if looking at something.

Mo Liunian silently watched the night, staring at the night, looking forward to the arrival of freedom in silence.

I even hope to stand in this way until death, and to see life in death.

After waiting for so long, I have ignored the time, you see that Mo Liunian's face is still the same, but you can know that Mo Liunian is old, but he is just holding on for you and refusing to wither.

With the passage of time, there are encounters and differences.

In this life!

Mo Liunian seems to spend all his time waiting, waiting for a lonely flower to bloom, waiting for a silent smoke and rain, waiting for someone who will never come back.

Maybe the story continues in the quiet years, and they meet, who is the red dust in front of whom, and who is the outsider in whom's eyes.

Perhaps only pure emotions can transcend the turbid worldly events and turn into a pure lotus, far beyond the earthly world.

The room was so quiet that you could hear your own heartbeat, and in this space that belonged to Mo Liunian alone, no one would disturb, no one would remember, and no one would miss it.

Looking at the night outside the window, the thick and harmonious atmosphere of the window made Mo Liunian envious and yearned.

However, for Mo Liunian, it is just a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water.

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