Wu Biao smiled: "Don't hide it from my brother, Wu wants to say a matchmaker for Miss Zhou's family, the Zhou family is also wealthy, it's not inappropriate to be a door-to-door son-in-law, Wu thinks that Mo Gongzi is so handsome, it's a pity to be a handyman in this feng shui hall." ”

The little half-immortal thought to himself that this Wu Biao really had nothing to do and did not go to the Three Treasures Palace, and it is estimated that Wu Biao came today to be a matchmaker.

Presumably, if the matter is completed, Wu Biao will also get a lot of gift money.

So Xiao Banxian said lightly: "Xiao Mo, I still want to stay for two years." ”

Wu Biao didn't know the relationship between Xiao Banxian and Mo Liunian, thinking that the two were intimate, so he said: "Then it's naturally okay, but do you want to get married first?"

Xiao Banxian laughed dryly: "This matter is not in a hurry, you must first ask Xiao Mo's opinion." ”

Wu Biao listened to Xiao Banxian's words lightly, but as if he had refused, Wu Biao was nailed to his seat for a long time.

It wasn't until Mo Yan's somewhat surprised gaze fell on Wu Biao that Wu Biao suddenly smiled and used the action of picking up vegetables to cover up the gaffe just now.

There are at least two kinds of fake smiles, one is to laugh with them, and the other is to smile bitterly.

Laughing is an awkward laugh, and if you don't laugh, it's even more embarrassing, so you have to laugh.

When a person realizes that he is ridiculous, he wants to laugh out loud, but suddenly realizes that the object of ridicule is himself, so that laughter becomes a bitter smile.

If a person laughs alone, then the laugh cannot be fake.

Obviously, Wu Biao was the second kind of embarrassing smirk at this time.

The little half-fairy on the side swallowed the daughter red slowly, first bitter and sweet, slightly spicy into the throat, the spicy of the wine was covered with a wisp of sweetness, the little half-fairy thought was redundant, suddenly choked, and hurriedly took a hand towel to cover the cough lightly.

Wu Biao suddenly came back to his senses in his heart, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he squinted his eyes and laughed involuntarily.

So, Wu Biao put down the chopsticks that were holding vegetables and wiped the oil stains on his lips with his right palm.

Wu Biao coughed dryly, brewed his emotions slightly, took a breath, and had to deal with it: "That's nature, that's nature." ”

Xiao Banxian didn't look down on Miss Zhou's family, but Mo Liunian was a woman, how could she be the son-in-law of the Zhou family.

After Wu Biao left, Xiao Banxian took the initiative to help clean up the table, Xiao Banxian originally wanted to mention it to her, but after thinking about it, he didn't even look down on Xiao Mo.

Today's swim in the lake should have been full of joy, but she fell into the water and now looks a little pale in a trance.

Time always ruthlessly takes away something, and then let yourself miss, maybe the beauty of life lies in the traces of the years left between meeting and parting.

So if you meet again, you don't care whether it is fate or calamity, shallow encounter, deep hiding.

The obsession of the little half-immortal was born from this, and it has not been let go so far, which is fate and calamity.

Hit the mortal dust, look for mountains and ask water, what the little half-immortal is waiting for is the spring of flowers and branches, and it is also a person who goes to tea and cool.

What kind of world will the world be in ten years, maybe time is enough to change everything, and Mo Liunian's light makeup at this time is natural, I am afraid that he is already old.

In the past ten years, maybe the little half-immortal will experience a thousand disasters, and it seems that he just had a shallow dream, the sea is still the sea of the year, and Mo Liunian is no longer yesterday's mulberry field.

But what does time say? With some people, you just don't understand what's going on with each other for half your life.

As long as you meet the right person at the right time, whether it is the right age or an old face, it is not too late.

This person may not be your final destination in this life, but his arrival makes you willing to lower the dust for it and bloom in the dust.

There are some people who just need to look at each other and understand everything.

For example, knowing Mo Liunian, Xiao Banxian felt that it was much older than ten years.

The four seasons go back and forth, the years are not endless, the west wind leaves fall, and the rain and autumn are cold.

In the red dust, maybe the little half-fairy and Mo Liunian were moved by their hearts, fell in love with each other because of their hearts, and then walked hand in hand, so they thought they could grow old together.

However, after a few years, I suddenly found that love was no longer what it used to be, and the happiness of the past had long been scattered all over the ground, and it was difficult to pick it up again.

Like a beautiful flower, after all, it can't withstand the flow of water.

The prosperous past is all clouds, and the smoke and rain do not cross the red dust.

This made Xiao Banxian think of the first part of the teaching workshop; ”

and then "marry a businesswoman, go to the mouth of the river to guard the empty boat, and go around the boat to the moon and the river is cold." ”

The pipa girl also had a gorgeous youth, and at that time she was the scenery in the hearts of countless people, sought after and envied by people.

But years later, all memories have faded, and only time is cold.

In the desolate years, she met the merchant and thought he would give her stability.

But now, the man is gone, and she can't know when she will return, so she can only wait for a long time in the moonlight.

Buying flowers and wine is not like a juvenile tour.

An old heart is always unable to soothe the vicissitudes of return, and the wanton flying of youth cannot escape the rush of fireworks and dust.

The little half-immortal is also thinking about how he is old, and in time, he looks at the mountains and rivers among the clouds with a little more free and quiet.

The wind blows the years, sighing at the thin coolness of the world, looking back at this shadow, the geometric red dust?

Lead flower years, poured into the thoughts, imprinted on the vicissitudes of the years on the annual ring, the little half-immortal can no longer find the original scenery, the ink of the years, catharsis thousands of sorrows, pour out a lifetime of nostalgia.

I can remember the first time we met, when I was young, Mo Liunian was in the prime of jasper, gentle as a flower.

In this way, Mo Liunian passed through the world of the little half-immortal and stopped in the heart of the little half-immortal.

The little half-immortal also fell into the city of the little half-immortal only because of Mo Liunian's unintentional glance back and that light smile.

Each other's footsteps will always be rooted in each other's world, and they can't move or move.

It seems to be the person who came out of the Book of Poetry, who is as vulgar as a lotus, and who is not stained with the silk of the world.

The thoughts of the little half-immortal are still faintly painful, the dusty past, the warmth of the veins, his master is far away from the mountains and rivers at this time.

I don't know if it's each other's broken wings, or the vastness of the sea, which finally broke the courage of the little half-immortals.

The little half-immortal sang in the red dust of his previous life, one looking back was doomed to the death of one life, and the other was destined to be the pain of two lives.

In the early autumn along the way, the little half-immortal was drunk.

What the little half-immortal wants to lock up, how can it be a single past life?

In this life, the little half-immortal no longer wants to meet the eyes that were so tacit in the past, once looking back is deeply broken, and then looking back is deeply hurt, that tacit understanding has been with the past in the previous life.

The scenery of the passing year crossed in front of me, the flowers on Mo have bloomed, but the Mo people are long gone.

can only hide in the corner and silently miss the wounds of the old times.

The little half-immortal has always thought that since he was arranged by God to the earthly world and was born as a human being, he would inevitably meet the situation in the world.

The little half-immortal who has not recovered from his injury, although he is fine, has been feeling a little painful in his heart after saving Mo Liu, and he is also a little tired after taking two businesses in a row.

So the little half-fairy said to Mo Liunian with a soothing expression: "Let's rest for two days and then do business, we should all relax and relax." ”

Mo Liunian looked at the little half-immortal incredulously, and the little half-immortal glared and said, "What kind of expression do you have, go and close the door." ”

Mo Liunian believed that he had heard correctly, and hurriedly closed the door, and when he came back, the little half-immortal was gone.

The people of the half-immortal family all understand pharmacology, and when they are enlightened, they study medicine and academic administration at the same time.

So Xiao Banxian went out alone and came to Renhetang, directly prescribed a prescription to grab the medicine, thought about it for a while, grabbed a few more medicines, and prepared to go back to refine a few bottles of tonic pills to send to Wang Dali and them, he is the most unwilling to owe others favors.

When I grabbed the medicine, I heard the old doctor sitting in the pharmacy looking at a medicine list in his hand: "It's really strange, such a heavy weight, even a cow has been beaten, why is the child still there." ”