When they returned to the Feng Shui Pavilion, the two found that they hadn't eaten dinner yet, so they ate a few bites indiscriminately, and then went to freshen up and rest.

After drinking a cup of tea silently after dinner, Mo Liunian went back to the bedroom.

After Mo Yan returned to the house, he drank another glass of warm nighttime! Then he took off his shoes and socks and began to soak his feet.

As soon as Mo Yan finished soaking his feet, he was ready to go to bed early.

As a mortal, Mo Yan does not have the luck of a fairy, he raises his head every day, and sees the morning sun rise and set again.

High in the sky, the sun shines in ten thousand rays, and when the sun slowly sets in the west, darkness envelops all directions, but the darkness does not last long, because the moon will quietly rise in the east and sprinkle light on the firmament.

Even if there is no sun or moon, the drizzle will fall in a little bit, moistening the growth of all things.

Maybe this world is like this, as long as there is hope in the heart.

Only reincarnation continues to rotate, the sun rises and the moon sinks, and the grass and trees wither.

After washing his feet, Mo Yan sighed alone and passed another meal.

When the moon rose, I saw Mo Yan closing his eyes and lowering his eyebrows, sitting still, with a slight smile on his face.

After Mo Liunian fell asleep, Xiao Banxian came to Mo Yan's room.

Mo Liunian saw Xiao Banxian suddenly come in and asked, "What's the matter?"

Xiao Banxian walked to his mattress and sat down, and told Mo Yan about tonight, Mo Yan frowned and said, "Xiao Mo can suck demon qi?"

Xiao Banxian nodded, and shook his head again: "I didn't see it specifically, I don't know if it's demonic energy, but I saw the girl by the lake today, and she doesn't have any demonic energy, otherwise I wouldn't have noticed it." ”

Mo Yan fell silent, and the little half-immortal said, "Do you know anyone who has such an ability?"

After a long time, Mo Yan shook his head, "I can't think of it, you are a member of the half-immortal family, it stands to reason that you know better than me." ”

Xiao Banxian said: "I can't think of it either." After a pause, he stood up, "Don't mention it to Xiao Mo, I finally managed to appease her." ”

Mo Yan nodded, and then the little half-immortal went back to sleep.

Some things have been precipitated, but too many have been forgotten, deliberately or unintentionally.

Mo Yan's floating heart didn't know where to put it.

The moon sets in the western mountains, and the dark clouds in the ground are all four, and it is pitch black.

Mo Yan suddenly remembered the endless sunflowers in her dream, the warm sunshine, and her smiling eyebrows.

But now, Mo Yan finally believes that there will be no such situation in this life.

Like the helplessness of the wind blowing down the flowers, those scenes of time flowing in my heart are still frozen in the dark years after all.

It's just that in the dead of night, Mo Yan still struggles to gush out of his heart, and he will never let go if he can't let go.

The moon is clear, the years are still moving forward, can her footsteps sound melodiously in Mo Yan's ears at the moment when Mo Yan is dusty?

If Mo Yan misses the return date after all, will he start a little earlier in this season of two years, and will not let my soft heart condense into ice again?

It's just that Mo Yan still wants to guard this wisp of soul that has not yet been passed away, soothe the shadow of the manzhi, wait quietly, wait......

The times change, the sun and the moon alternate, the mountains and the moon, Mo Yan always moves his steps so calmly.

In his dreams again and again, Mo Yan returned there, flowers bloomed and fell again and again, and clouds rolled up again and again.

The corners of his mouth are silent, if he is waiting, I don't know whether to look forward to a flower blooming, or waiting for a flower thanks.

Mo Yan just deeply felt that the sunset sank into the West River, and it was no longer able to rise, the stars fell into the sky, and there would never be bright eyes blinking in front of me again.

At that moment, Mo Yan's wait was incomparably long, longer than Mo Yan's life was not long enough.

Year after year, summer went to autumn, the stars shifted, but they couldn't go back to the past.

The stars are always quiet, and the heavens and the earth are still the same.

The love of several lifetimes, the attachment of several lifetimes, has not changed today.

Whether you are busy or in your spare time, you always like to recall thousands of times, and you will never get tired of it silently.

The years are long, the dreams are also long, Mo Yan is almost melancholy and speechless, and how many past events can only become eternal memories.

Time seems to have gone for a long time, stepping on the fine sand of the years to trace those pasts.

Helplessly, the fragments of Mo Yan's memory fell into the corridor of time, stung the fragrance of flowers in the dream, and hid the end of the story.

The white horse passed through the gap, and the time passed, when the cold wind gradually rose a month later, and the autumn leaves fell along the wind blowing in the alleys of Yucheng.

Mo Yancai suddenly realized that he had been in this Yu City for three years.

The sun rises and the moon sets, morning and dusk, day and night, morning and twilight, and the stars change.

The white clouds on the sky are like dogs, disappearing like meteors, and time is like water, after all, they are so resolute that they never stop for anyone.

In this hurried time, even if Mo Yan sat in the house and meditated, he could see the sunrise, the moon set, the wind passing, and the stars sinking, flowing from the far sky.

Mo Yan pulled his hair in the mirror, looked at his own shadow in the mirror, looked carefully, frowned, shook his head, and let out a long sigh.

Obviously, Mo Yan had already found that he had a few gray hairs, and although he was only twenty-seven or eighteen, his mood was already slightly middle-aged.

This night, except for Mo Liunian, the other two didn't sleep well.

Early the next morning, Zhou Yuxuan accompanied his parents, Zhou Shanbao and Zheng really loved this daughter, and the daughter suffered this catastrophe, and the parents also suffered, and their faces looked exhausted.

In fact, no matter who the family is, once they encounter this kind of encounter, they are worse than death.

The more the Zhou family thought about it, the more afraid they became, and they lingered.

During the time of their daughter's suffering, the Zhou couple looked forward to good news every o'clock.

Not to mention others, even Mrs. Zhou thinks that she has harmed too many people in business, so she suffered this retribution.

When Mrs. Zhou was dying, she still suffered from this sorrow, which can be described as unfortunate in her later years.

The Zhou family, who encountered such a scene of life and death, couldn't cry at this moment, and they couldn't help but completely collapse for a while, and cried regardless of it.

Seeing this, the little half-immortal said in his heart: The world rejoices because it knows, and rejoices because it rejoices, but it doesn't know that the gains and losses go together, and in the end it is all suffering.

Even if it is a prosperous joy, it is difficult to ensure the desolation after the banquet is dispersed.

After a few words of greeting, Zhou Yuxuan also offered a gratuity, although the amount of remuneration was not comparable to the previous two orders, but it was indeed sincere.

The Zheng family wanted to thank Mo Liunian in person, and Mo Liunian also said what he said last night, and revealed during the conversation that the hand that saved Zhou Lingyun last night was given by Xiao Banxian, and the Zhou family was immediately more grateful to Xiao Banxian.

The little half-fairy has always been thick-skinned, but he was not embarrassed, and after walking a few steps, he put on a high-ranking appearance in front of the door.

Seeing the serious look of the little half-immortal, the Zhou family was also a little shocked, and they hurriedly put on a smile on their faces, stepped forward to bow, and the little half-immortal also replied implicitly.

After the two sides exchanged greetings, the Zhou family was about to leave, and Xiao Banxian still sent the Zhou family away with a smile on his face.

I often wander around the major book bars, and I find that there are always many people complaining about how bad the current books are and how boring they are. Some friends humorously summarize various writing rules, various story routines, and even the frequent dialogues and details between the male and female protagonists, which is a proof of patterning.

A person's life, in addition to falling in love and talking about love, is nothing more than eating, drinking, sleeping, working, and playing. A person who has no focus on survival, his life is a running account, there can be no wonderful, let alone legend. If you write it plainly, you can't write anything with ups and downs. Falling in love is the theme of romance, but the characters in the book can't fall in love every day and all the time, even if they are in love, just writing about them is too unappetizing.

I think digging deep into something else in the superficial love will make a book special.

The first is the characters themselves. Nowadays, some writers like to write about abnormal people, such as people with disabilities or other physical disabilities, people with deviant mentality, and superpowers, so they write this way, probably because of the novelty that such people bring to readers due to their unusualness. From a perspective that is different from the general public, the characteristics of the characters are highlighted. What they want to do is often unexpected with their own unique touches.

It can be seen from this that the success of the characters is actually the result of the author's deep excavation. It's not that everyone has to write some weird characters, but how to use a unique, real and in-depth way to reveal the difference between this person and that person and make people convincing, this is one thing that the author should think about. For example, everyone in my own creation has to walk, which is no different, but describing a person who likes to listen to the sound of his footsteps on the ground, and thus triggering some views and associations about his childhood, the past, or some things, can vividly express his character and characteristics. Life isn't really monotonous, it's just about discovery.

Secondly, the profession of the author. In modern society, regardless of men and women, occupation is the basic value of his existence in this world, a person who has no contribution to society at all, a person who is completely not needed and recognized by society, his sense of existence is bound to be small and pale. Whether the characters in can make readers recognize, love or even admire is actually the same. An author who makes a big fuss about the master's profession often has a more impressive work. I remember watching a movie many years ago, the male protagonist was a perfume blender, with a sense of smell and a unique taste for perfume that no mortal could imagine.

Starting from the owner's occupation, showing the characteristics of the character from the side will make the image of the character three-dimensional and vivid. Moreover, digging deeper into the profession will inevitably lead to a different storyline, such as the widespread praise of "The Translator" is a good example.

Again, the love process, which is the core of the whole book, is also the most difficult part to write