After returning from Xinling that day, Mo Shuruo lay on the bed for three whole days. On this day, her right foot, which was wrapped like an elephant's leg, was finally able to get off the ground, so she couldn't wait to hold on to the wooden crutch made by Xiang Jingyi.

Jump out the door.

The sun was shining brightly on this day, and there was no trace of winter at all.

Since leaving Lingnan, everything, good or bad, has been like a dream. Even if she has the most direct evidence on her feet, she would rather forget all the unpleasantness like a dream.

She always thinks a lot when she is alone these days. Thinking about her grandfather, thinking about the Mo family, and thinking about how sad it would be if she died that day. She studied literature at Tianmu Peak, and most of her exposure was to books.

, although she has occasionally seen the blood and cruelty of the martial arts field a few times, but she is not a forged killer after all, and cannot learn to be cold-blooded and ruthless. She is a layperson who misses the people and prosperity of the world. She wants to try it all no matter what.

, at least try to do whatever you can.

Walking alone, she arrived at the lotus pond. She sat down along the stone railing and stared blankly at the withered yellow leaves of the lotus in the pond. Yanjue had not appeared since the day she was injured. Maybe it was because of something.

Delay... She comforted herself like this in her heart, but she was still filled with loss and sarcasm while wondering where he had gone. She felt that she had no place in his heart, and laughed at herself for being so sentimental and getting into trouble again and again. Three years.

She told herself before that the relationship buried deep in her heart would never have a future, because one day, she would end it. Unfortunately, three years later, she was still struggling with this issue, and her originally silent heart began to waver again.

"Mo Shuruo."

When she heard someone calling her, she reflexively replied: "What are you doing?" She turned her head slightly and saw the white clothes in her eyes, which frightened her so much that she almost fell back.

He slowly stood in front of her, "Is your foot injury feeling better?"

She felt guilty and said: "Ah! It's much better!"

He narrowed his eyes, as if he smelled something strange. She was confused when she suddenly saw him looking down at her feet: "It's very interesting to pass the time!"

Mo Shuruo was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "What?" Then he looked down and found that two bastards had been drawn with ink on the gauze that bound the feet. He twitched the corner of his mouth, gritted his teeth and whispered: "Mo Chuan!

!" Then he shook his skirt with his hand to cover it up, hehehe for a long time, not knowing what to say.

Half a moment.

"I……"

"you……"

The two of them stopped in unison at the same voice. She smiled and said, "You tell me."

"I'm leaving Baiyue."

"Why?" She smiled and suddenly remembered his identity as the young master. There were so many things going on at Tianmu Peak, so naturally he would not stay longer for a subordinate. Thinking like this, she could only force a smile and ask: "What else?"

come back?"

"have no idea."

"That's right." She nodded and looked at the corner of her skirt absentmindedly.

Another half a moment.

Hear him ask: "What did you want to say just now?"

She raised her head and said, "Nothing." Then she added, "When are you leaving?"

"I will leave as soon as I have finished handing over my affairs."

She murmured in a low voice: "Are you in such a hurry..."

After another long while, he was still speechless.

He stood for a while and said: "The wound on your foot will not be a serious problem in a few days. The matter of the living corpse has been delayed for several days. We need to follow up as soon as possible after the injury is healed."

"I know."

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first. You have a good rest." Hearing that she didn't respond, he turned around and left.

Mo Shuruo lowered his head and bit his lip, struggling for eighteen times in his heart before he shouted in a muffled voice: "Wait!"

He turned back and looked at her.

Mo Shuruo raised his right foot and took a few obscene steps toward him, "Um...can you wait until tomorrow night?"

He turned around and came back, "Tomorrow night?"

Mo Shuruo scratched his head, "Actually, it's nothing... There will be a ghost festival in the city tomorrow night... I heard it's a rare grand event, don't you want to see it before leaving?"

The two were speechless again.

After Mo Shuruo waited for a few moments, she couldn't bear it anymore. She squeezed her right hand tightly with her left hand and said with a dry smile: "Did I overstep my bounds? I'm sorry, haha, I just got hot for a moment, just take it as me.

Just kidding..."

"It's okay." The corners of his lips tilted, a very gentle smile, "Want to go and see it?"

A question instantly dispelled the haze in her heart. Mo Shuruo's eyes widened and he looked at him in surprise. "Are you promising me?"

"Some people's request may only come once. If you refuse, you may not have another chance in the future."

Listening to his answer, I really have to admire his exquisite thinking.

Yanjue is famous for his peaceful treatment of others at Tianmu Peak.

It is not difficult to be gentle and polite, but it is not easy to be meticulous in every word and deed. For example, if you fart in front of your friends, some people will dislike it, some will burst into laughter, and some will not say anything but frown.

, but no one will open up to help you. Precisely because there are so few people like Yanjue who think about others, it makes you feel particularly warm when things happen.

"Is there somewhere you want to go?"

"I haven't thought about it yet."

"I don't have much time, so I may only be able to accompany you for a walk."

"Half an hour is enough." She frowned, her eyes were deep. She didn't know what sad thing she thought of, and her voice was choked with sobs: "Actually, it's not that I want to watch the fun...but that I have something to do, and I don't want to worry others.

It’s my business, so I can only ask you.”

He looked at her without speaking.

Maybe what she said had nothing to do with her, but it sounded inexplicably harsh. "If I know the things that others worry about, I won't worry about them?"

"Ah?" Mo Shuruo looked at him stupidly, with a confused expression on his face.

Realizing that he had said something that even he could not believe, he was shocked in his heart, but his face quickly regained his composure, "I will follow you when the time comes."

Uncle Mo was too careful to ask questions, "Oh." He said obediently and shut his mouth.

The two of them stood looking at the lotus pond for a while, and then Mo Shuruo said in a low voice: "On this journey, I realized that the young master is a little different from the person I have known for the past five years."

He was curious, "Oh? Tell me."

"Every time I saw you before, you were either followed by five palaces and seven palaces, or you were surrounded by tens of thousands of people. No matter what time, you seemed to me to be a very distant person." She laughed as if to cover up, "I didn't expect it.

One day I will be lucky enough to travel with the young master, and I never thought that the young master would agree to such a boring request of mine."

If she didn't have a secret buried in her heart and was always on tenterhooks, she might be more lively in front of him.

Mo Shuruo secretly measured his reaction, but Yan Jue remained as usual, "Maybe I also want to relax, but you just happened to bring it up. Besides, apart from my identity as a young master, I am just an ordinary person. Follow me.

You don’t have to feel pressured to get along.”

She smiled bitterly, "Young Master, you can't understand my feelings... You treat everyone equally, so it doesn't make any difference no matter how many people you meet, but I am different. I will roll my eyes at those I hate, and I will look down on those I like."

Be kind to him all the time, so everyone you see is different."

"So, what is your understanding of me that makes me feel 'distant'?"

He talked a lot of nonsense, but he only focused on the key points.

Mo Shuruo said: "People who are elusive and out of reach are like the moon in the sky, they can only be respected."

He murmured: "Respect..."

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The tenth day of October is Baiyue's Ghost Festival. Legend has it that this day is the day when the Sama God and the devil died together. People will set off fireworks to celebrate the Sama God's ascension to heaven and burn water boats to celebrate the death of their deceased relatives.

Tuhe reincarnation.

Although too many bad things have happened in the past two months, people still gathered together, hoping that God would take away the negative things living in the Yang world as soon as possible.

The sun had just set, and Sirius was already hanging in the east. It was not dark yet, and Mo Shuruo and his party couldn't wait to go for a walk on the street. Mo Chuan has a child's temper, and he can't control his feet when he sees something fun. Mo Shuruo's legs and feet are not very agile yet.

He could only say to Xiang Jingyan who was supporting him: "Senior brother, please help me watch Mo Chuan."

"Are you okay?"

"Don't worry." He also told him, "Remember not to buy him useless things. Children can't get used to it."

"I know." After saying a few steps, he jumped into the crowd and disappeared.

The young lady laughed at her, "You are too harsh."

Mo Shuruo stepped forward and held her arm, saying: "Mo Chuan is very skinny. If you don't care about her now, you won't be able to care about her when you get older." The two of them laughed and walked towards the Dongcheng restaurant they had booked.

In the attic room on the second floor, there were almost all dignitaries. She looked around and didn't recognize anyone, so she could only look back downstairs in boredom. At this time, an unknown play was being played on the high stage of the hall, and the young protagonist

She was fighting with several villains. Uncle Mo didn't have much interest and was even more bored. After sitting for a while, she suddenly heard an explosion outside the window. She quickly rushed to the viewing platform on the second floor, where gorgeous fireworks were shooting one after another in the distance.

The night sky is really beautiful.

After a while, the stage was crowded with people. There were people shouting and cheering. It was inevitable in crowded places. Her feet were not very good, so she almost fell down accidentally. Fortunately, her left hand
To be continued...