Half a lifetime of flowers, half a lifetime of dreams

Waking up early in the morning, I saw Ling Qi sitting in front of the bed in a daze, with no expression on his face, the wound on his forehead had scabbed over, and if he was healthy, he would not leave a scar, the white silk on his face Mohe took it off for him stained with blood, Ling Qi's eyes were already healed, without any ugly scars, but the light gray eyeballs were a bit cloudy, making his face look a little colder.

Seeing Ling Qi like this, Mo He felt a little guilty, and asked tentatively, "Xiao Qi, does it still hurt?"

Ling Qi suddenly came back to his senses, and only then did he realize that Mo He was referring to the injury on his head, because Mo He didn't feel much after taking care of it, so that Ling Qi even forgot its existence, Ling Qi touched it Touching the wound on his forehead, it was a bit hard, and Ling Qi's memories could not help being brought back, and he sighed unconsciously, but the expression on his face did not change.

Mo He thought it was Ling Qi's itchy wound, so he grabbed Ling Qi's restless hand: "Xiao Qi, don't scratch it, it will leave a scar."

Ling Qi put down his hand obediently. Although he couldn't see him, he still cared about his appearance. He was like this a long time ago. Ling Qi's voice was a little hoarse, probably because he hadn't drank water for a long time: "Bai Chang, I'm hungry."

"Xiao Qi, wait a minute, I'll get you something to eat right away." Mo He looked back at Ling Qi when he left the room, his face was cold, he must have stopped being angry, Mo He no longer Hesitant, out of the house.

As the saying goes, there is no overnight feud between husband and wife, not to mention that these two people don't really hate each other, so naturally they both tacitly agreed not to mention what happened last night.

Ling Qi was a bit bored to be alone in the room, and slowly caressed those disabled eyes with both hands. His memory has been a bit chaotic recently, and sometimes he recalled those glorious years on the top of the clouds, and sometimes it was in the small village The sweet time I spent with Mohe, I can’t remember how these eyes became like this, and the most important turning points in these hundreds of years are extremely vague, as if I was deliberately avoiding something .

I still remember that 300 years ago, he just became the king, standing on the top of Banyun Peak, with corpses everywhere under his feet, his black clothes were somewhat mottled, although killing all the demons and becoming king on his own is very beautiful, but he There is no follower by his side, which is really a bit sad.

You Ye held a long sword, the blade was stained with blood, You Ye raised the sword that helped him invincible, threw it off the cliff, and said silently: "I don't need you anymore." Not even the slightest bit of reluctance.

"Aniang, those jars of daughter's red can finally be unsealed." You Ye came to a cliff, where there was a tomb, and the tombstone was just a wooden plaque that was about to rot. After bowing, he turned around and went to the banyan tree not far away, found a wooden stick and dug for half an hour, and three earthen pots were exposed.

"Ye'er, this is daughter's red wine. It must be a good wine after being buried for hundreds of years." You Ye still remembered what her mother said, but her mother couldn't drink it any more. You Ye patted off the soil and carried the wine jar back To the grave.

"Aniang, is this wine good?" You Ye broke the seal and slowly poured a jar of wine in front of the tomb, staring at the tombstone, feeling more and more sad.

"Xiao Qi, you are indeed here." You Ye seemed to know who the visitor was, and without turning his head, he continued to do what he was doing, "I called you, why did you ignore me?" The man walked over and patted him You Ye's shoulders.

You Ye put down the jar of wine when the wine was full, and turned around to look at Mohe: "Bai Chang, are you here to see my joke?"

"Xiaoqi, you are already the king of demons, what's so ridiculous." Mohe had a smile on his face, and there was a bit of warmth in those cold purple eyes.

You Ye sneered, the expression on his face couldn't tell the owner's thoughts: "Isn't it ridiculous that he is already a king, but no one follows him?" As You Ye said, he opened a jar of wine, took a sip, and sure enough It was extraordinarily fragrant and sweet, and then handed over the last jar, "The excellent Nurhong, just opened, you are lucky."

"Xiao Qi, I said that I will always be by your side." Mo He looked at this man feeling helpless, he did whatever he wanted to do, and never considered the consequences, even if he broke his bones, he was not afraid, because He cared very much, so he helped him with the aftermath. Mohe sat down beside You Ye, opened the seal and took a sip, "You are a king, and there will always be followers, so I will do it." How about the first one?"

"Elder Qingqiu Mo, I can't bear it." Although he said so, there was a slight smile in the corner of his eyes, and You Ye didn't shy away from it, and rested his head on Mo He's shoulder leisurely, "Fortunately And you are here."

Mo He squinted at the person beside him, that handsome face was very close to him, he closed his eyes, his long eyelashes became more and more clear, his face was slightly flushed, probably because of the alcohol, between his breaths With a faint smell of wine, Mo He gently pulled the loose hair on his face behind his ears.

"Well, Bai Chang, thank you very much."

You Ye is very tenacious and stubborn, but he will still be tired and stressed after all, so Mo He took him into his arms: "Cry if you want to cry!"

"Yeah!" You Ye didn't make a sound, she buried her head completely in Mohe's arms, she looked like a wronged child, her body twitched slightly, hot tears wet the skirt of Mohe's chest, a A demon can live up to ten thousand years, You Ye is only over 200 years old, his appearance and character have matured, but he is still a teenager, and the ordinary little demon is still acting like a baby in the arms of his parents at this time.

The two daughters were flushed into the belly of the two, You Ye's face became more and more red, but Mo He's face did not change at all, Mo He looked at You Ye dotingly: "Xiao Qi, your drinking capacity Still that bad."

"Mo Baichang, look at me." You Ye kept rubbing against Mo He like a child after being drunk, and suddenly You Ye put her face in front of Mo He, looking at You Ye's clear black pupils , Mohe's heart couldn't stop beating wildly, this man looks so cute when he's drunk, probably only himself has seen this kind of You Ye, Mohe was actually a little happy in his heart, at this time You Ye took Mo He again. He pushed down, and then pressed on him, with tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes, but he laughed loudly, "Mo Baichang, do you know? I like you."

Mo He was taken aback, and looked at You Ye in surprise. Is this drunk talking nonsense, or drinking the truth?The smile on the corner of his mouth deepened.

Mo He came in with the porridge, saw Ling Qi sitting in front of the bed and couldn't stop laughing, and walked over gently: "Xiao Qi, what are you laughing at?"

"I remembered something from the past." Hearing Mo He's voice, the smile on Ling Qi's face stopped, and she returned to her indifferent look.

"What?" Mohe took a chair and sat down in front of the bed, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and blew it cool, "Xiao Qi opened his mouth."

After taking a mouthful of porridge, Ling Qi continued to answer: "Do you still remember that we drank Nurhong together at Banyunding?"

"Which time?" Banyunding was just an inconspicuous hill. Mohe asked him when he chose the capital, where would he want to be?He only replied lightly: Half a cloud.The reason is simple, his mother's tomb is here.But Ling Qi also likes this place very much. If you want to say that the daughter of the great king, Hong, is one of the best in the demon world. You can meet but not ask for it. Every time the two meet, they will drink a small cup on the top of the mountain. I don’t know which time it was. Let Ling Qi's memory be so fresh.

"The time before the establishment of the capital, those jars of wine were brewed by my aunt. I was reluctant to let you drink the whole jar." Although he was complaining, his tone was much gentler.

Mo He still remembers how Ling Qi was drunk at that time, it was very cute, but later Ling Qi drank too much, and he was no longer drunk. It’s all mine now, so why bother about how many jars of wine, didn’t I accompany you to bury a few more jars later, it’s almost 200 years now, by the way, next time we go back to Banyunding, we’ll find it and taste it.”

Originally they were talking about a light topic, but Ling Qi's face sank, and he became a little colder: "Okay, if we can go back."

"Stop talking about Xiao Qi, let's continue to drink porridge." Mo He realized that he had said something wrong, and immediately changed the subject, Ling Qi also stopped talking, and began to drink porridge quietly.

A bowl of porridge soon bottomed out, Mohe put down the bowl, and changed Ling Qi's clothes, Ling Qi's figure became much taller, and the previous clothes didn't fit well, Mohe had to take out the ones Ling Qi made for himself earlier. Change the clothes for him, the black clothes fit Ling Qi just right, Mo He couldn't help sighing, there really is no one in this world who is more suitable for black than Xiao Qi.

"Xiao Qi, what else do you need?" Mo He carefully arranged his clothes before asking thoughtfully.

"Combine my hair, I want to have the same hairstyle as before." In fact, Mo He is not very good at combing his hair, and he has let his hair loose for a long time, so that Ling Qi's hair is also loose these few days.

Mohe couldn't bear to refuse Ling Qi's small request, so he said yes!He picked up the comb from the dressing table and tied him a crooked ponytail. After looking at it, he felt that something was wrong, so he combed it again. It was still crooked, but it made him even more handsome.

Mo He looked at the person in the mirror, saw the high-spirited Night King again in a trance, and asked subconsciously: "Are you You Ye or Ling Qi?"

Ling Qi's expression froze, and then he replied: "I am whoever you want me to be, Bai Chang, whether it's You Ye or You Lingqi, it's me."

"Well, it's all you." Mo He put down his comb and hugged Ling Qi gently, "Xiao Qi, all I want in this life is you."

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