In winter, the temperature difference between day and night in Penglai City is very large, and the morning is still sunny and warm, but the night has become cold and biting. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Even if only your hands are exposed, you can feel a cool breeze pouring in, which makes your already not very warm body shiver because of this.

Mo Xiaoxie walked on the sparsely populated street, looking at the pedestrians trotting back and forth, and smiled.

If everyone can live and work in peace and live the life they want, I am afraid that the whole world will be full of happiness at that time.

The taste of happiness, Mo Xiaoxie once tasted, it is an addictive taste......

From noon until sunset, Mo Xiaoye always sat in the teahouse with Jiang Sheng and talked freely.

From the anecdotes of Tiannan and Haibei to the current pattern and regulations of Penglai City, it can be said that everything can be discussed.

If it weren't for the fact that it was still late, Mo Xiaoye felt that he could still talk with the other party for three days.

In the conversation with Jiang Sheng, Mo Xiaoxie benefited a lot, and the whole afternoon was spent in a harmonious atmosphere.

For Jiang Sheng, Mo Xiaoye felt very speculative.

is different from the irreversible friendship between him and Yun Shangfei, if you have to say it, it is that Jiang Sheng is a good person.

The 'goodness' here is not only that he is a good person, but also because of his benevolent heart and mellow quality, which makes Mo Xiaoxie think that this big brother who is much older than himself and well-informed is worthy of sincere association.

However, during the whole afternoon's conversation, Jiang Sheng's words made him pay great attention to them.

It is not accurate to say that he cares, but more precisely, his words are thought-provoking.

"You have also seen that the binding power of the laws made by human beings on itself is quite limited, just like the son of the Shangshu family of the military department, relying on the power of his father, he can act lawlessly and wantonly on weekdays, and the law is likely to be just a shackle on the necks of ordinary people in his eyes, but the key is in their hands. For human beings and all things in the world, the only thing that is truly binding is the rules set by God, whether it is life expectancy, or life and death, no matter who you are, you must be subject to it, and no one will be an exception. ”

When he said this, Jiang Sheng's tone was very flat, as light as the tea in his cup, and the aroma lingering on the teacup was like the depth in his eyes, which could never be dissolved......

It was the first time Mo Xiaoye heard such shocking and worldly remarks, and it would definitely be a lie to say that he was not shocked, but after the shock, all that was left was a deep sense of admiration.

Not for anything else, just because he dares to think like this, he deserves the admiration of the world.

It is even more respectable to dare to openly say what is in your heart to someone who has only known you for less than half a day.

I guess that's what the book calls a wonderful person.

But is there really a 'God' in the world? Is life and death already predestined?

Mo Xiaoxiao had no way of knowing, but he knew that in order for people to be happy, it was necessary for there to be a high 'god' above them to exercise fair and reasonable restraint.

And this 'god' is undoubtedly the supreme ruler of Penglai Country, His Majesty the Emperor!

Flipping the black cloth bag in his hand, Mo Xiaoxiao walked on the cold street by himself, and now he was walking in a direction that was almost contrary to the bustling place in the center of the town, somehow, at this moment, he just wanted to be alone and quiet, and he didn't want others to disturb him.

Opening the black cloth bag, Mo Xiaoye looked at the thing on top and shook his head and smiled bitterly.

I saw a few scattered petals and two broken dead branches on top of a pile of silver tickets, and if you didn't look closely, you would definitely think that they were dirt mixed in by accident and dusted off.

However, Mo Xiaoye only glanced at them and carefully preserved them and rewrapped them inside.

Since he said that he invited Jiang Sheng to drink tea, then the money was naturally paid by him, and this package was retrieved by him after he entered the teahouse, and he told the people who ran to the hall to go back to the "Mo Mansion" to get it back.

And these sundries must have been put into it by his "good lady" who just passed through the door yesterday.

Those petals are just ordinary petals, although I don't know where Allure found them, but each petal is not a whole piece, they are deliberately divided into two with sharp weapons, and the incision is quite neat.

As for the two dead branches, they were also broken by hand from the middle, and if you look closely, you can see that these dead branches seem to be from the willow tree.

Is this telling me not to use this money to find flowers and ask willows, if I violate it, I will have the same flowers and branches?

Mo Xiaoye stared at it with a smile and a smile, thinking: I don't know how hard it took Allure to come up with this kind of metaphor, isn't she afraid that she won't be able to understand the meaning she wants to convey?

If you want to warn yourself, it is easier to write a note, so why make it so obscure?

Sometimes Mo Xiaoye has to sigh, there is really an obvious gap between people's thinking, and the way of thinking of a little woman like them is probably not understood in this life.

With a deep sigh, a white mist visible to the naked eye instantly formed in front of him.

Mo Xiaoxie carefully folded the black cloth bag according to its original appearance, and put it into his arms.

When he looked up, he realized that he had come to the river unconsciously.

If you follow the road all the way forward, there is a simple pavilion with cornices standing in the middle of the water, and next to this pavilion, an unknown tree stands and grows, because the weather is close to winter, the leaves on the tree have fallen fine, only the empty branches extend in all directions, and the bleached ice and snow hang on it, which looks very beautiful.

Winter trees are different from the other three seasons.

It is not like the spring in spring, which gives people hope, nor is it like the leafy branches in summer, which gives people coolness, and it is not like the flowers in autumn, which gives people harvest.

It simply stood in the wind, refreshing and refreshing, stripped of its coat that did not belong to it, revealing its true self.

In the cold wind, it does not move at all, as if it has become one with the whole winter.

The prosperity is gone, the trees decorated with ice and snow reveal an iceberg-like temperament, and she has a cold and beautiful soul, just like the independence of the Yiren.

Clear and subtract, so as not to lose the soul.

Witnessing this scene, Mo Xiaoye couldn't help but think of a person, a graceful woman with a similar temperament to this tree.

The ground near the river became a little slippery due to the wetness, but this was not too much of an impact on Mo Xiaoxie.

Stepping on the stiff ground, Mo Xiaoye slowly walked into the pavilion, and soon came to the not very thick tree, and only when he got closer did he observe that under the cover of ice and snow, the veins of life were clearly visible.

Slowly leaning his palm against the trunk of the tree, a trace of cold breath was conveyed to his heart through the palm of his hand, making the corners of Mo Xiaoxie's lips pull up a natural and comfortable smile.

On that day, that cold jade hand was attached to his back, and this was the feeling.

Looking back now, there is still a faint pain in his chest, but this is just a physical feeling, and the most real thing has long been written down by him and cannot be forgotten.

Just as he was in a daze, a cold wind blew out of thin air on the river, stabbing the flesh and skin.

Suddenly, a cold touch appeared on Mo Xiaoxie's neck, and the edge made him dare not move.

At this moment, a clear voice sounded behind him, like a spring.

"Do you have any last words?" (To be continued.) )