Suzhou Mengchang

100 years later winter

He was leaning against the door of the house in disheveled clothes. It had snowed for a few days, and the snow mixed with the cold wind penetrated between his open skirt and neck. Unconsciously playing with his lips, his bare legs stuck out from under his clothes, bent and motionless, and a few flakes of snow fell from time to time and disappeared immediately.

Mo Yizhi stood not far from him, looking at the snow outside the window, his eyes were wide open, and his thoughts were gnawing at his bones.

There are some people in the world, except how many times they are dressed, they are used to clouds and rain, and they have broken the sex ring, but they have never taken half a step in their hearts.

Some people are tightly wrapped and don’t glance at the erotic palace. The monk’s head is dumb and his mouth is dumb, but his heart is gradually leveled and the vicissitudes of life will never return.

The former is Hu Yizi leaning against the door, and the latter is Mo Yizhi.

"Go again?" Zixun said as he put down his restless fingers.

"En." Mo Yizhi naturally knew that he was asking about Mu Xilin.

If he hadn't really heard Mo Yizhi's answer, Zixun would have thought that he didn't ask anything and he didn't answer anything when he saw his lack of response. For more than 100 years, he has never been able to get Mo Yizhi to say a few words, on the contrary, he has calmed himself down a lot.

Mo Yizhi likes to refuse everything first, and the indifference in his temperament cannot be changed. In his 600 years as a human being, he has only accepted others twice.

Mo Yizhi put on a goose white cloak and went out, passing Zixun, Zixun grabbed him with his bent legs, brought him the loose clothes and tied them carefully, and Mo Yizhi let him pull and carry He is, maybe he didn't realize it himself, he is already used to this fox by his side.

"Jiao'e, go in and get warmer." Mo Yizhi looked at his exposed clothes and added something.

"Mr. Mo is what he says. I'll go in and review Wu Ya's affairs for you." Zixun didn't look at him, but looked at the door frame, pretending to be affectionate: "My lord, there will be a meeting later."

After finishing speaking, Zi Xun went back to the house without looking back, and closed the door diligently, shutting Fengxue and Mo Yizhi out. Fortunately, Mo Yizhi never cared about his unpredictable temper , walked away indifferently.

In the room, Zixun looked at Mo Yizhi's back, pursed his lips, and said to himself: "Do you have Wuya Mountain in your heart? I can take care of trivial matters for you, but what is it that you worry about? I lost to you."

Xiaoxiaoxue, Xiao Xiaojun, Meixue loses to Jun, Xue needs to lose to Mei for a fragrance, but Jun is better than Xue.

Mo Yizhi was dressed in a white velvet cloak, and he lived in the yard by himself, so it was very convenient. He would go to Mu Xilin every now and then. At first, he didn't intend to, but then he did it intentionally. Wherever he went, he kept frequenting for unknown reasons, but he never stopped him, only annoyed that he didn't take Wu Ya to heart.

A line of footprints was imprinted on the satin-like snow. The imprint of the fox tail at the corner of the eye of the person who left the footprints is very conspicuous because of its purple color. The pair of Lingfeng eyes next to the imprint of the fox tail are as usual without ripples, ripples, or waves. This person As a person who has been used to the sun for a long time, he is not happy when he sees the snow, but he doesn't show it. He just follows the path he has walked countless times and walks to the forest.

If it is really a fairy forest, where can we see the vast snow?There is only dew in the shallow green grass, the wild fragrance is shy and dewy, and the faint springs are scattered and gathered together, and the sunlight leaking from the gaps in the twigs warms up three points euphemistically. Also, there is only such a fairy forest between the world Such a brilliant figure as Mo Yizhi.

He took off his cloak and untied his outer shirt. Mo Yizhi was now wearing an ink coat with a white lining and an outer coat. On the ink coat, a painting of lotus seeds was embroidered with white thread. The meaning of the drunkard, seven or eight points of embroidery and twelve points of affection, the stitches are real.

Ordinarily, no matter how Mo Yizhi is, he will not lose his mind from looking at the scenery. He is not someone else. He grew up here since he was a child. No matter how youthful the scenery is, he is familiar with it. At this moment, he frowned, His eyes were shocked, but it was because of the person walking in front of him.

Many years ago, without warning, she walked in front of him and changed his appearance from a 6000-year-old fairy tree to a 300-year-old solitary figure transformed into a human form.Now, she is approaching him step by step, and every step she takes is one step less, which eliminates a little of Mo Yizhi's longing. Her body moves and her heart moves, the wind blows her clothes, the lotus seeds on the black clothes sway gently, and the little ones in the black clothes The body is like the sand in the west wind and the sea.

It's just that Bai Yuncanggou can't blame Su Muli in front of him, nor Mo Yizhi.

Su Muli lowered her head and smiled while tending to the wild flowers she picked in her hands. It turned out that Nan Sang was flipping through books in the library pavilion of Xiyue Palace in Xianren.The Xiyue Palace is a rare place but not barren, and the unique Ningyi weather is the ultimate. The two of them would like to go to Xiyue Palace to enjoy the scenery. Still looking for Su Muli to sneak here.

The two entered the fairy forest, each on the left and right to find their own joys, but they didn't realize they were separated. Mu Li's eyes were full of strange things, how could he be willing to look up, how could he know that there was a man standing in front of him, who had been together for 300 years, and his tenderness was bottomless. Look at her like this.

It wasn't that Su Muli was ruthless, it was because she didn't know, she got closer and closer to him step by step, and destroyed his carefulness step by step without making a sound.

Mo Yizhi watched Mu Li walk in with the thoughts and thoughts that had been silent for 100 years, he looked at Mu Li with his head down and exuded joy, he was in a daze, he couldn't tell whether it was her he met when he was still young, She was still with her in the stable world, and she couldn't tell the truth from the fake.Just thinking, even if it is a hallucination, I don't want to bother.

In front of him, there was a slight distance, she slowly walked past him, without looking back, without turning around, without leaving any room, the past events of Wuya Mountain and the life and death of Mingliantai were separated between them, distant and profound. , only passing by.

In this instant, Mo Yizhi's 100-year-precipitated love thread is involved. It is really heavy, but it is close at hand and far away in the sky.

Silently, it seemed as if a rain had fallen, without getting wet, all the rainwater poured into my heart, no longer a trace of autumn water, but mottled and turned into scars.No matter how accustomed he is to concealing it, his eyes turned to the deep pool-like loneliness or ice-cold incompatibility with this spring forest.

He finally knew at this moment that she was in his heart, even more than the liking he didn't realize at first, it became a habit, like eating and drinking, staying in his body.He understands that she is the only one in the world, and no one can break through his defenses and treat him sincerely, and ask him, how about you go home with me?

In the Saha scene, thousands of years have passed. Houses can change from prosperous to ruined tiles, toppled and built new ones, and their faces will gradually grow old. Even the vows made by ordinary people to take off the red hijab can be turned into mirrors.He is reticent, but he can see clearly, where is the perfection of growing old together?I never thought that there would be a day when I would have guests to congratulate you, now I only wish you well, and I don't want to bother you.

Mo Yi's gaze imprinted Su Muli, just like the first time he saw it 400 years ago, that day the woods and forests were warm in spring and flowers bloomed, as if nothing had changed, the deep pool in his eyes turned into blue waves, thinking, no If only Geng Qie, who has been obsessed with him for 100 years, is just a yellow beam dream.

Perhaps it was God's will, the birds on the branches sang louder and clearer, causing Mu Li to look back, but saw a man standing behind him, the purple fox tail mark on his right eye was very conspicuous.Although it was the first time they saw each other, Mu Li felt an inexplicable familiarity for no reason, only felt that the man's refreshing demeanor and awe-inspiring demeanor were better than his master's. Yizhi shouted: "Immortal."

A trace of confusion flashed in the man's eyes, which was not seen by others. He watched the woman's flowers fall to the ground, and said softly, "I am not a fairy."

Su Muli originally thought that this immortal was probably the male immortal guarding the Muxi fairy forest, but after hearing what the other said, his heart became at ease, thinking that this person should be just like himself, and yearning to break into this forbidden place.So he picked up the wild flowers on the ground, and made a good show to the man: "I am called Su Muli, you and I are fellow-men, dare to ask the name of the young master?" A knowing, unspeakable wink.

"Once upon a time, I met a woman who called me Mo Yizhi."

"Mo Yizhi, this name is very nice." Su Muli noticed the embroidery on Mo Yizhi's clothes, felt that the embroidery method was exactly the same as his own, and became curious about the embroidered girl who was a female celebrity.

"Mr. Mo, which girl did this white lotus come from?"

"Once upon a time, I met a woman who said that she saw a pool of extremely beautiful lotus flowers in Tiangong, and embroidered white lotuses for me on my birthday." Mo Yizhi looked at Su Muli, and told a story that happened hundreds of years ago. He never told the person in front of him that he once knew a woman like you.

After a while, seeing that Su Muli stared at Bailian without any response, Mo Yizhi added: "Li'er, you can call me Yizhi."

"This white lotus embroidery is pretty good, but why it's only half done. That woman is not stupid but clumsy, but it's a pity that it's a good embroidery." After saying that, Su Muli realized that he shouldn't have judged Mo Yizhi's old friend like this. Since what was embroidered was lotus seeds, maybe Mo Yizhi and this female embroiderer still have some lingering past, so I didn't feel guilty, and hurriedly explained: "Don't blame Mr. Mo, it's good if it's perfect, and it's good to have an incomplete artistic conception. "

She still wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Mo Yizhi: "No problem, if she listens to your words, she probably won't have much to say."

Su Muli thought he was wrong, but Mo Yizhi finished speaking with a bit of a smile, and was even more at a loss.

"Li'er, just call me Yizhi." The man repeated without giving up.

Su Muli knew that he had said the wrong thing before, so he responded to Mo Yizhi's words at this time, blushing as if flattering him, and said: "Yizhi, I will obey what you say."

It was Su Muli who felt that he didn't know what to do. Nan Sang appeared in time, with a flustered expression as if he had been looking for her for a long time. He grabbed Su Muli and bowed his head to catch his breath. After a while, he was about to pull Su Muli. Mu Li left and said: "Sister Li, don't miss the time to go back to Nanxing Palace!"

Su Muli was a little happy to see the savior, but it was inconvenient to show it, so Nan Sang dragged her to bid farewell to Mo Yizhi.Nan Sang didn't pay close attention to the person next to Su Muli in the rush of time before, but now she turned her head and stopped in a daze for a while. The person was like jade embedded in clear waves, stern and transparent, with Somewhat vaguely familiar, with a faint ominous feeling.Nan Sang paused for a moment in such a daze, but was pushed away by Su Muli, and immediately lost his mind, and returned to the Heavenly Palace all at once.

Mo Yizhi watched the two leave, picked up the cloak on the ground, his eyes were intact, but he couldn't resist his heartbeat.He was afraid that she would remember, but now seeing that she had really forgotten it, he couldn't hide his frustration. He had heard that there was a kind of elixir called Wangsheng Pill in Tiangong before, it was really no better than others, how could it teach people to forget so thoroughly?Thinking in vain like this, a wry smile appeared on Mo Yizhi's lips, and he put on his cloak silently and walked towards Wuya Mountain.The snow outside Lin Wai was still fluttering, as if separated from the forest.

Mo Yizhi suddenly felt thirsty, he was really dumb and hadn't said these words for a long time, thinking that there was a Hu Meizi in his room who was angry with correcting official documents who could make good tea, so he walked faster.

The author has something to say:

Mo Yizhi and Zixun have been together for more than 100 years, basically Zixun paid more.