After looking around the entire shop, Mo Liunian turned his head and asked, "Wan'er, what is the purpose of your coming here?"

"Wait for someone!" Wan'er replied timidly.

Mo Liunian was distracted from the empty street at this time, there were very few people on this street, and the weather gradually became colder in autumn, and now there was no one on this street.

Mo Liunian, who was sitting in the room, was attracted by the light outside and turned his head slightly.

The light dappled Mo Liunian's face through the window of Wan'er's kite shop, and the light and shadow of light and dark gently wiped away the traces of nearly twenty years on her face.

made Mo Liunian's whole person look as if he was still Mu Yanfeng's innocent appearance when he saw him for the last time before jumping off the cliff.

The other side of the year, you and I will eventually become strangers, this past year, you accompanied me through the most beautiful summer end, I silently watched you leave.

The background of your distance gradually blurred, and finally disappeared into the smoke and rain, and countless flowers fell with the wind, a slight coolness, a touch of grievance, waiting for the end of the next summer.

I will forget the sad ending, and wait until the end of the next summer, maybe I will get a smile again.

Mo Liunian smiled slightly, "I see, I hope you can wait for the person you are waiting for." ”

The time of fine water is always unforgettable, and the frozen snow-capped mountains are like quiet memories.

I thought that standing at the end of the dusk would tell all the night.

I thought that if I put down all the years, I could see the wind and clouds.

The lost sky is always full of that trace of quiet sadness.

It is the traces of fallen flowers. Or a visitor in the passing years.

It seems that everything is just waiting for the flowers to bloom. and hurried by.

Life is like ping, forgetting each other. Those days of night walking in brocade clothes and eating dew have finally come to an end.

Along the way, watching the passing world, thousands of world phenomena have turned into dream bubbles.

Time has passed too long, Mo Liunian doesn't seem to remember what he looked like at the beginning, but he still remembers the feeling of seeing him for the first time, shallow and faint, like the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, hazy.

There he was, very handsome, with green silk scattered, nothing in his empty eyes, thin lips pursed, hands and feet tied by black chains,

Just kneeling so coldly, not crying, not making trouble, not speaking, just looking at himself so straight.

Motionless, it is like a tree.

But a few years ago, under the moonlit night in Chang'an, the protector of the Cherishing Moon Palace who cast a glimpse from the cracks of people, and now the faint laughter behind the heavy figure.

intertwined and changed in front of Mo Liunian's eyes, and finally turned into a dissolute and frivolous face.

That face is handsome and unbelievably handsome, but also revealing unimaginable malice.

Is everything going to change, is it not going to come back, if the memories are a little longer?

What can I do, all I get in exchange for is sadness, and no matter how hard I try, it's fake.

At that moment, there are always things that you don't expect, is there no past, and this is the result?

I don't want to say it anymore, I don't want to see what others think of me, I've always lived like this, and where did my original self go?

The years are silent, quietly running over Mo Liunian's eyebrows,

There is no trace of the world, and the vicissitudes of life are not revealed.

A period of time cuts a memory, but there is no passing year in the memory.

Now I am very good with him, but the time is not coincidental, there are always so many partings, always so sad, and always so many destined.

If I didn't have everything, my life might not be so pale, and in the hurried years, what left me the most was helplessness, I couldn't control my heart, and I still missed you so much.

Wan'er's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and she said softly, "Thank you." ”

Wan'er loves to laugh very much, maybe this child who has just entered the WTO doesn't know what is sad and what is happy.

The corners of his pink mouth are often raised upwards, and his natural smile is extremely cute and clean.

This is a heart, keep the time.

The past years, the love in my heart, in the light smile and sigh, has become light.

Mo Liunian felt at this moment that maybe he only needed to have a peaceful heart and let the flowers bloom and fall in a cycle, and maybe he would be fine with a Yunshui Zen heart and let the time pass in a hurry.

But what should we do if we are so tired of the world......

Maybe as long as the breath is still there, then, try to be indifferent, keep the rest of the year, see, to see, this long road of life.

I will always find a reason to live with a smile even if my heart has changed and only my heartbeat is left.

Mirror flowers, moon in the water.

Breeze, bamboo shadow.

Who turned around a thousand times here, gloomy and sad, and sighed softly.

That heart, imprisoned in the passing years, when will it be unsealed.

Holding the butterfly kite given by Wan'er, Mo Liunian walked out of the kite shop.

People are still coming and going on the streets.

But the continuous autumn rain washed away the bustle of the street. The hawkers' cries were faint, and the bustling carriages and horses were less

...... At this time, a unique streetscape was introduced on the street

Mo Liunian was alone, walking on the bustling street, watching the pedestrians coming and going.

When I arrived at the market in the center of the city, there was an endless clamor of hawkers, flower sellers, pedestrians, all kinds of voices mixed together,

Selling rouge, selling tea, selling silk, everyone shouts in your ear, and the voices are sometimes far and near, and the world is full of variety.

The city is lively, from east to west, basically all the way to the crowded.

In the carriage in the middle of the road, the little woman returned to the door, lifted the curtain, quietly looked at the direction of the market, and was unintentionally hit by a pedestrian, and immediately put down the curtain in shame.

The carriage walked by leisurely, and the fragrant car BMW provoked people on the side of the road to talk about it.

In fact, Mo Liunian was pondering Wan'er's details all the way, but he really didn't see Wan'er's details on the surface.

If you can see it at a glance, then you are not a god.

Mo Liunian laughed, generally speaking, the other party does not take the initiative to tell his true body, Mo Liunian will not take the initiative to ask, ordinary people are also taboo, and it is too dead not to ask for things.

However, I don't think she is malicious, Mo Liunian is thoughtful.

Her eyes Mo Liunian seriously recalled that in her eyes, it was kindness.

In fact, there are no good people and bad people in this world, only people who have done good things and people who have done bad things.

And people are born to know what is good and what is bad.

Mo Liunian raised her eyebrows, as long as she didn't do bad things, she wouldn't care.

Mo Liunian has a good impression of her, she is not a kite and bought you.

Mo Liunian did not deny it, and Wan'er's soft gaze appeared in his mind.

In that case, I am responsible for this matter.

If that had been decided, there would be no need to continue with these issues. If there is hope, and believe in the results of time.

In fact, Wan'er is not as important as she imagined, nor is it as bad as she imagined.

Everything is fine, there is no need to pursue it.

Let things move themselves. This is the way things are, waiting for them to happen naturally.

There is no need to force the bitterness to know the truth of everything.

This is Mo Liunian's gentleness and politeness, and he usually doesn't talk much.

Therefore, most of the merchants in Yucheng have a good impression of him.

As for the details, they still have to be registered, but they have to wait for her to take the initiative to tell them, which is also the process of building trust between the two parties.

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