Advise you not to help the willows

The capital city, Dingnanwang Courtyard.

"What are your plans for the future?" Xiao Ba sat in the pavilion, tea was burning on the stove in front of him, and the white mist separated the two of them.Mo Ming leaned against the pillar, watching the flying snow outside.

"Are you going to Shuzhong?"

Mo Ming said nothing, but his figure froze. Xiao Ba smiled self-deprecatingly, "Are you still unable to see through the matter?... Heh, it's time to let go."

The last sentence was spoken very lightly, as if it was spoken to me.

Xiao Ba brewed a cup of tea and put it in front of his nose to sniff lightly. He knew that Mo Ming didn't drink tea, so he didn't do unnecessary things.

"Arrow that day, are you disturbed?" Xiao Ba shook his teacup, watched the tea leaves in the water, and said suddenly.

Mo Ming looked back slightly, but didn't turn around. After a while, he turned back to look at the snowflakes all over the sky, and a cold voice came from a long time, "I can't kill him."

It was a sentence without beginning or end, but Xiao Ba clearly knew what he was talking about.

On the day Lian Song was shot by an arrow, he knew what had happened, and he handled the wound himself.And the assassin sent must have extraordinary skills, within such a short distance, the arrow must have hit the heart, and Lian Song would undoubtedly die, but the arrow clearly had marks of being hit by a blunt object, causing the arrow to deviate and miss The heart also saved Lian Song's life.

Regardless of the possibility or the timing, the only person who could do this at that time must be Mo Ming.

However, with Mo Ming's strength, at that distance, the arrow would definitely break with one blow, and he couldn't touch Lian Song at all.

Therefore, there is only one possibility left - Mo Ming wanted Lian Song to die at that time!

Xiao Ba can be sure that even a momentary thought of killing is enough to decide Lian Song's life or death.

"Fu Liu...Fu Liu likes him." Mo Ming's cold tone revealed a hint of helplessness.Although he didn't want to admit it, it was a fact. Since he liked it, he had to defend it for him.

At that time, I really thought that if that person died, I would be the only one around Fuliu again.But Fuliu has no relatives, no one to rely on.Yes, neither is he, at least Fuliu must think he is not, so if that person dies, Fuliu will be alone again.

Everyone said that Fuliu was free and easy, but how many times he looked at Yuechang without saying a word, that expression was by no means truly happy, until, until the arrival of that person, Fuliu's eyes began to sparkle, a demeanor that he had never seen before .So at that time, although I hesitated, I still made a move.

Xiao Ba smiled wryly, and he called him to help the willow.

In fact, Mo Ming has always known his feelings for the young master, because this person has never concealed much.

That's all, that's all.His eyes have always only looked at the young master, and he has never found himself who has been behind him.

Xiao Ba drank the tea in the cup, and when he looked up again, his eyes were filled with relief.

"How do you plan?" Mo Ming pulled back his thoughts, and as soon as the words came out, he was taken aback. Now when he wanted to be with Xiao Ba, he was the one who listened and told himself. He had never heard of him, but now he actually He will also ask about his plans.

"It's fine here."

"The capital?"

"kindness."

"……That's good."

After that, the two of them didn't talk for a long time, until there was the sound of stepping on the snow in the distance, Xiao Ba followed the sound and looked around, and when he looked back, only himself and the curling water vapor were left in the pavilion.

Xiao Ba decided to look at the direction Mo Ming was leaving for a while, and suddenly heard a soft voice calling, looked sideways, and smiled.

In the middle of Sichuan, on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, it is very cold.

The thick curtain keeps the severe cold out of the door, and the warm pavilion in the house is exquisite and elegant. It can be seen that Lao Qi has really put a lot of thought into it.

At this moment, Lian Song was sitting on the carved stool, cleaning the guqin on the table, his fingers brushed over the strings, and landed on the side of the piano body, carefully rubbing the two characters engraved on it - Qianchen.

As soon as the door curtain of Nuan Pavilion moved, Li Fuliu leaned in and saw the guqin on the table, his eyes froze for a while and then quickly recovered.

"How can you play the piano with elegance today?" Li Fuliu frowned slightly, walked into the room and sat opposite Lian Song, stretched out his hand and plucked the strings.

Lian Song raised his eyes and smiled, "The road is bumpy, and it is inevitable that it will be dusty, so I took it out and wiped it."

Li Fuliu followed the strings and saw where Lian Song was caressing, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"I really like the word 'Qianchen' engraved on the body of this piano." Lian Song explained when he saw Li Fuliu's gaze, and turned the body of the piano so that the word "Qian Chen" clearly appeared in front of his eyes.

"Why?" Li Fuliu smiled unnaturally.

"The world of mortals will eventually turn into loess. The world is impermanent, you and I can't stop it, and the person who engraved this word is beyond my reach." Lian Song was quite emotional, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was recalling the past.

Li Fuliu's face was calm, but he felt a little embarrassed in his heart.

When I met Qing for the first time in the past, I was drunk with a smile.

These two words were engraved only because I admired him at that time, and they didn't have such a deep meaning, but now it is said "I can't match it", I am really ashamed!But I wouldn't say that this piano was given by me!

"This piano is also strange. It was my birthday that year. I don't know why it appeared in my room. I don't even know if I ask the servants. I think it is really spiritual." Lian Song smiled and stroked the strings.

Li Fuliu coughed lightly, "I, I'll go see if the snow has melted outside the house."

As soon as the door curtain moved, there was no sound.

The author has something to say: finish before December!