After a while, Mo Yan let go of his hand, and Mo Liunian asked, "How is it, can you see it?"

In Mo Liunian's past, Mo Yan seemed to see that the waves were like swords, the wind was sluggish, the broken song was still in the gods, the sea of fog was vast for thousands of miles, the cold stone edge, and the two hearts were speechless.

Charming eyes bury tears and red faces, see that the heart is close at hand, have a wish, be dusty and 100 years old, and dare not be greedy for joy for a while.

Looking back just to wait for the dry sea, the heart falls, asks for a thousand years of sighs, several times in the dream, people wake up, drunk moon lonely shirt.

Since she couldn't see through the past, Mo Yan deduced her future for Mo Liunian again, Mo Yan only saw that Mo Liunian's love would be hurt and her feelings would be blank in the future, thinking that the dusty memories would be erased over time, but they couldn't match the secret change of the past years.

Every moment is in the story of the interpretation of the real self, when the desolation reaches the heart, want to withdraw, but also at a loss, in exchange for only things and people.

In the drunken dream, the flowers bloom, nothing to do with the wind and the moon, just to live up to the red dust, between the strangers, the sparse shadow is horizontal, beyond the end of the world, who will pay a smile of innocence?

Affection is indifferent, persistent, trying to go away, but it haunts the bottom of my heart silently, and disappears in silence in a blink of an eye.

Looking at the present day, it is a smile in the city, I am afraid that if this life is secretly promised, who knows the hatred.

Time flies, prosperity falls, maybe the arrangement of fate, that person can be a passerby in Mo Liunian's life, and his fingers are interlocked into a luxury,

Mo Liunian's life is just a dream, the thought is dead, and then continue a parting song, sing the passing year, the final song of parting, silently remember!

Mo Yan couldn't help but feel worried about this Mo Liunian's life, maybe Mo Liunian was carefree in this feng shui pavilion now, but once he regained his memory, he would fall into that deep pain again.

What should we do if we are so tired of the world...... As long as the breath is still there, then, try to hold an indifference,

Mo Yan is like this, he guards the rest of the years, he doesn't want to see, he doesn't want to find, this long road of life makes his heart only a heartbeat after the vicissitudes of life, and there are few reasons to let himself live.

The years are silent, quietly running over your eyebrows, the world is traceless, and the vicissitudes of life are not revealed.

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

In fact, everything is very good, but the time is not coincidental, there are always so many partings, there is always so much sadness, and there are always so many destined.

Because there are no tears but joy, time is passing.

On the side of the Iraqi people, the smoke and water are vast.

The years are not old, the thoughts are not young, and the heart is still year after year;

Time has changed secretly, the love is unpredictable, and the memory is still full of top-notch memories;

Shaohua smoke and clouds, fate comes and goes, you are me and him.

In this scroll of time, they are all chasing the rain wings of longing, the love of the passing years, or joy or sighing;

At this moment, Mo Yan's thoughts were flying, the end of the world was boundless, and the cape was endless.

Maybe the Mo Liunian in front of him will become lonely in the future, and he will be alone in the empty house, and everyone knows that he is full of lovesickness.

Long-distance love is a thousand hardships, and there are a few idiots sitting in front of the screen.

Anyway, Mo Yan thinks that everything should be drunk first, and then the sorrow should be eliminated, don't think about worry.

Mo Yan once leaned on the window himself, sighing melancholy, thousands of sails in the autumn.

The pen refers to the time, the ink dyes the years, and the words are lovesick;

Love is hidden, love is full of years, and every string and pillar are affectionate.

Mo Yan thought at the moment, maybe it was a catastrophe or a fate.

Gazing at a period of time, waiting, softening the time, the vicissitudes of life.

The lead is washed away, the ink is splashed, the life is like a dream, and the eyes are smiling and flicking the fingers.

Maybe getting together and parting, sometimes it takes a thousand turns, and sometimes it only takes years to change.

Maybe time is the most ruthless sword, which can chop up the years, and can also cut off her evil fate.

After a long time, Mo Yan slowly shook his head and said to Mo Liunian: "Still can't remember?"

Mo Liunian also shook his head and said, "Then I'll go grocery shopping." ”

Looking at Mo Liunian's back, Mo Yan was thoughtful, and he couldn't see through the little half-immortal's life because his life was covered by his master who had lived for more than 800 years with great ability.

In the life of ordinary people, Rao can still spy on one or two, but for Mo Liunian, he can't completely find out what can happen in the future.

It's just that Mo Yan didn't want to say it to the person in front of him in the past, seeing that she was happy all day long, it didn't do her much good to say it.

Mo Liunian still really can't remember the past, three years ago, on a snowy night, the little half-immortal entered the mountain vegetable medicine, and saw Mo Liunian she was soaked, covered with blood and hanging on the branches of the cliff.

After waking up, Xiao Banxian said that she was in a daze and burned for half a month before she woke up, and she didn't remember anything after waking up.

It's as if after the yellow sorghum, nothing is real. She sat at the head of the bed, watching the sky change from gray to bright, and she didn't even feel hungry, so she sat down like this, as if waiting for someone to come back.

Life is just like a yellow dream, after the complicated beauty and twists and turns of joy and sorrow, wake up leisurely, but the new cooking is still unripe.

A wisp of fragrance blooms every night, and a sigh and a trace of sand in a lifetime.

The bright moon falls and the words are complicated, and the night rain washes the windows.

Gongshang Jiaohui Yu, who allowed me to be beautiful for half a lifetime?

Walking alone, wandering the streets, the sky is falling red rain, rolling up the dust in my heart.

The lotus is drunk, the cicadas are drunk, and the fragrance of wine surrounds the painting beam.

Finger red dust, who the hopper turns to the stars, the rain is sparse and the wind is sudden, and the drunken shadow laughs and is shocked.

The vicissitudes of life, who will return my years?

Later, when Xiao Banxian asked his name, she kept saying Liunian, and because she pretended to be Mo Yan's relative, she called Mo Liunian.

The injuries on her body only healed after a month of recuperation, and she stayed in the Feng Shui Pavilion after that.

Mo Liunian will also settle accounts, and the Feng Shui Pavilion belongs to the office of Xiyue Palace in Yucheng.

The only job they can arrange for her is Mr. Bookkeeper.

There are coffin shops, official medicine shops, teahouses and taverns in the city...... If you pay taxes according to the rules, you can be protected by the Moon Palace.

But because Mo Liunian is daughter is not in good health and is on an errand in Xiyue Palace, they don't know his life experience, whether he has an enemy or anything like that, so they changed her face.

As for what happened three years ago, what she used to call and what she did, all of this was a fog for Mo Yan.

Mo Liunian's life is like a dark cloud, she has been shrouded in it all her life without seeing the blue sky.

Moreover, this dark cloud was completely dispelled after she lost her memory, and Mo Yan really hoped that he would not remember what happened before.

Mo Yan thought quietly for a moment, he shook his head self-deprecatingly, shook his sleeves in a dashing manner, and turned to his room.

Walking in style, smiling brightly, watching the people on the street outside the door at ease, they live their own happiness, it should be his happiness, and he doesn't need to interfere too much.

It was a quiet afternoon, and the wind was light.

Listening to the duet of birds on the sandbar in the distance, a little lonely, a little sentimental.

Mo Yan never thought that he would meet the most beautiful scenery in his life on that day;

He just listened to the birdsong blankly, looked at the landscape, and knew his joy and sorrow.

"I'm going to eat slippery duck breast at noon. ”

Mo Liunian turned around, and saw the little half-immortal's smiling face, Mo Liunian's heart suddenly settled, no matter what he was like before, now this kind of life is also delicious.

When she came to the vegetable market, the uncles and aunts who bought vegetables greeted her, Mo Liunian first bought a hemp duck, and then went to pick fresh vegetables, and when she picked vegetables, she heard the conversation at the vegetable stall next door.

"I heard that Qian Yuanwai suddenly disappeared. ”

"Really, what's the time?"

"It's been two days, and I heard that it has been reported to the official. ”

"How could a person like Qian Yuanwai take the initiative to give up his huge family property and a flower-like concubine, isn't it........ Murder for money?"

Mo Liunian is not a person who likes to care about gossip, but this Qian is the person who was stolen by Li Hao that day, so he listened to a few more words.