Rebirth of the mirror flower water moon

"Jing Wu, wake up..." Han Moyi gently shook the sleeping boy's shoulder.

"no!"

Sleeping just happened to be disturbed by someone, the boy pouted cutely, turned over and continued to sleep, leaving only Han Mo with a back view.

As a result, his hand that was lightly resting on the boy's shoulder stayed in the air in embarrassment.

Han Moyi: "..."

Hey...╯﹏╰

Han Moyi sighed softly, a little helpless, but his eyes were full of tenderness when he looked at the young man...

"Jing Wu..." He continued to shake.

"No..." Continue to turn.

"Jing Wu..." He shook again.

"oops!"

This time, Xiao Jingwu finally woke up, he turned over and sat up, his hoarse voice had a crunchy nasal voice, like a child.

However, he just sat there blankly, letting the first ray of sunlight in the morning lightly pour down from the top of his head.

Sacred and pure, Han Moyi was dumbfounded for a moment...

What a contradictory man!He thought, he is obviously a pure and beautiful person, but beside the bonfire at night, he is dark and charming, and in the morning light of day, he is pure and beautiful.

However, the two sides that were supposed to be opposites overlapped strangely on the same person in different time periods.

"Huh..." The sleepy-eyed young man let out a heavy breath, then raised his head and glanced at Han Moyi, his eyes gradually regained clarity.

Heh, I don't know why, looking at such a young man, Han Moyi actually finds it very cute.

"Wake up now!" Han Moyi stretched out his hand to touch the young man's head, but the young man turned his head to avoid it. Han Moyi smiled and put down his hand and didn't care.

It's just that the teenager hasn't woken up yet.

In fact, Xiao Jingwu has a serious waking up spirit.However, gradually, this temper is slowly changing.

Everyone has their own temper, when facing different people, and in different environments.Conversely, different temper changes also reflect different changes in a person's mood.

When you love someone, you will more or less have your own petty temper. However, the original intention of this is just to hope that your lover will tolerate and pamper you more.

At this time, Xiao Jingwu no longer had the temper he had before, and after all, it was just that his heart was severely hurt, and now his heart is empty.

"Wake up, let's go wash up! After eating, we are going to leave!" For some reason, Han Moyi couldn't hold back for a while, seeing the inexplicable coldness and sadness lingering around the young man. The sound directly interrupted the pensive teenager.

"En!" Xiao Jingwu nodded lightly, then got up and went to the river with a low expression.

However, seeing the young man who listened to his words and got up and left, Han Moyi relaxed a lot, and even felt happy.

The riverside in the early morning is condensed with moist and hazy mist, like a layer of white and fairy-like wedding dress, which is beyond human fireworks. However, the faint light golden sunlight sprinkled from the sky is again While adding a lot of beauty to it, it more or less brought a lot of human spirit closer.

The lush and green grassland, the trance and mysterious fog, and inlaid with a river that is translucent and exquisite but presents light silver, and the surface flashes and reflects light golden light. The simple and casual color matching is just right.

"Huh..." The young man with a calm face stood quietly by the river and took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth. Even other people could easily feel his joy.

The authorities are obsessed, but the bystanders are clear. This sentence is not wrong at all. At this moment, Han Moyi, who was standing behind the young man, had a complicated expression on his face.

"I really want to hide you at this moment forever!" He thought.

Watching the young man's eyes gradually deepen, he stood motionless by the river, as if he had merged with the scenery at the moment.Incomparably sacred, it seems to be an angel who has just descended from heaven to the world, people cannot look directly at it, it seems that even that is a kind of blasphemy, but at the same time, it will also give people another illusion, it seems that the beautiful scenery in front of them is just a mirage , is just an illusion, when the wind blows, everything will disappear...

Han Moyi clenched his fists involuntarily, after all he suppressed his urge to touch the boy to make sure he was real.

Turning around stiffly, he picked up some withered grass, rekindled the bonfire that was about to go out, and then he skewered the fish that had been processed earlier and absent-mindedly grilled it.