Lord Mojun is almost pissed off every day

When night came, those who had worked hard for a long time put on new clothes and walked out of the room.

Lord Mojun, who was originally sitting on the roof drinking, was taken aback for a moment, and looked at those mortals who had changed into not-so-good clothes in surprise. They touched the corners of their clothes awkwardly, took their children and lovers, and came together To the hastily tidied streets.

All kinds of stalls have been set up on the street, and the peddlers are tired, but they don't stop working, beckoning people who come over to buy some gadgets.

These are all made by them with the existing things, which are crude and rough, and the workmanship is not good, but one after another, the little clay figurines with crooked faces and smiling faces carry their expectations for future life.

If you think about the time... this is indeed the Lantern Festival in Chang'an.

Lord Mojun put down the jug in silence, and looked at the simple Lantern Festival below with complicated eyes.

Chang'an, which was originally brightly lit, now has only a small alley, and there are still ruins that have been burned by the fire outside. The passers-by only have simple civilian clothes, and there are no more delicate silks and satins. These people have no comfortable and lazy faces. At ease, but because of the exhaustion caused by the disaster.

No matter how you look at it...it doesn't seem to have any similarities with the old Chang'an.

But those lanterns made of simple flower paper are still so bright, especially when it is so quiet and dark everywhere.

There are not many lanterns, and the painters are not good. After a few simple sketches, they were taken away hastily and put on the lamp. A tired and dazed man knelt by the river, clasped his hands, and made his wish in the dark, maybe There is a shelter, maybe a full meal, and the lanterns carried their wishes, and flowed down the river, illuminating the river like a sky dotted with stars.

Lord Mojun watched for a while, then suddenly turned over and jumped off the roof, came out from the darkness, and walked slowly towards the place where the lanterns were sold.

The peddler enthusiastically introduced to him the rabbit lantern painted like a tiger.

Lord Mojun was looking for money from his sleeve, but the peddler shook his head: "The visitor is a guest, you are not from our place, right? Today is just because we are too tired. Anyone who wants to come out to play can take it directly, son, take it and let it go."

Lord Mojun put the lantern in his hand and took a closer look. His first lantern...was compensated by Shen Huai.

At that time, he was taken aback by Shen Huai, the lantern was already broken after picking it up, Shen Huai still shouted that it was not broken, but soon found out that he was wrong.

Shen Huai probably felt embarrassed, so he quickly bought him a similar one, and stuffed it in his hand happily.

Xie Yao was in a daze for a while, then whispered a word of thanks.

Shen Huai accepted it unceremoniously, and accused him: "Look, you are too timid, you broke the lanterns, right? But don't be sad, I can buy you ten!"

Not because of this...

Xie Yao quietly touched the lantern in his hand, it was a little hot, but...is this considered a gift?

The first gift in his life.

Father and mother don't like to give birth to him, every year to this day, father and mother will ask elder brother to go out to watch lanterns, but leave him at home.

When Xie Yao wanted to go when he was a child, his mother would not speak, she would cover her face and cry, and her father would lose the last bit of gentleness in the past, and he would shake his sleeves and leave.

Then Xie Yao knew that on this day, everything he did was the original sin.

But he obviously didn't do anything.

In the year when Xie Yao was finally allowed to come out, his father suddenly relaxed his supervision over him and told him coldly that as a son of an aristocratic family, he could not play with things and lose his mind, so he let him go out.

At that time, Xie Yao, who had been well-dressed up by the nanny, stood blankly at the street corner, listening to the cheers beside his ears, and felt that he... seemed to have the whole world.

And on this day, he received the first gift in his life-a lantern that was used as compensation.

Shen Huai never knew what this meant to him, and Xie Yao never mentioned it.

He can relive these things alone, and Shen Huai doesn't need to feel sad because of him.

And now Lord Mojun is also glad that he has always cherished these memories alone. After all, he was left alone.

Completely and utterly alone.

Lord Mojun suddenly felt that the unattractive lantern in his hand was even uglier.

He shook it boredly, and felt leisurely...it was quite strong.

He kept walking with his head down, leaving the not-so-busy street, and slowly walking into the darkness, with the lights of thousands of houses behind him, and the boundless darkness in front of him.

Lord Mojun didn't want to leave, so he had no choice but to turn around and linger beside the stall selling lanterns.

If these lanterns looked better, maybe he wouldn't be in such a bad mood.

How embarrassing, after so long, I still miss it.

I don't know if it's worth it or not.

Lord Mojun thinks that he shouldn't come to Chang'an on a whim, otherwise why would he feel flustered again?

The past must have held him back.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that Lord Mojun couldn't hold the lantern firmly with his slightly shaking hand, and the hastily assembled lantern fell to the ground, turning into a pile of flames.

Lord Mojun looked down for a while, his fingers trembled slightly, and he slowly squatted down to touch the lantern, it was really poorly done - exaggeration in vain.

A hand suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, Xuxu put it under his hand, stretched out his fingers and poked the wooden handle that had not been engulfed by the fire.

Under such circumstances, when he was already at the stage of transforming into a god... there was only one person who could make him approach him like this without even noticing...

Lord Mojun blinked vigorously, he didn't know why he was doing something, his hand trembled even more, and wanted to hold the hand that came to provoke him...but he didn't dare.

He didn't even dare to look up, dare not guess, dare not confirm.

The parting and reunion in the world...do they all come so suddenly?

Let him be unprepared, let him... be so embarrassed.

He lowered his head and kept staring at the flickering fire, watching the lantern being swallowed up bit by bit, but he didn't want to say anything.

He felt... This might be a new method of those people, illusion?dream?Or is it more boring, find someone to pretend to be?

The hand retracted.

Lord Mojun blinked his eyes, held back the trembling of his fingers, and wanted to pick up the lantern on the ground.

But the owner of that hand was unwilling to let him go, and the clear and pleasant voice reminded him: "Can I buy you a new one? Don't want this one, it's already broken."

The voices of that little boy and the young man overlapped in an instant.

Then Lord Mojun smiled: "Are you rich?"

Shen Huai never brought money with him when he came out.

The man seemed to be a bit dissatisfied with the snort, and then came over and wanted to pull him to stand up.

Lord Mojun stood up, and then his eyes were fixed. The young man in front of him had white hair, jade crown and green clothes, all dressed up in those days, his face was a little pale, but his eyes were ignorant.

Then he heard the man ask him, "Do you know me? Me? Know you too?"

Lord Mojun was full of thoughts, but when the words came to his lips, there was only a simple and light sentence: "Maybe it is... I have seen it."

The man persisted: "What's your name?"

Lord Mojun stared into his clear and ignorant eyes, and slowly said: "I... have no name or surname."

Forget about the past, and there is no need to be involved.

Shen Huai was taken to an inn that was far away from Chang'an.

He looked left and right, and looked at Lord Mojun blankly: "Are we going to stay here?"

Lord Mojun gave him a complicated look, but he couldn't find a trace of familiarity in his eyes, so he sighed slowly: "It's you, I don't live here."

Shen Huai was stunned, then stepped forward and pulled his sleeve: "Why?"

Shen Huai is good-looking, but not feminine, he is more suitable for such an innocent and wronged expression than Xie Yao.

So Lord Mojun didn't know how to answer him.

Lord Mojun considered it carefully, and then said lightly: "I have something to do, you stay here for one night, and go to Shen's house tomorrow."

"The Shen family?"

"Ah."

"Can't you go?"

"Your parents have been looking for you for a long time, they have been waiting for you, you should go back."

Shen Huai looked at Lord Mojun who lowered his head and was unwilling to look at him, and then quietly approached him: "What about you? Are you... are you waiting for me?"

I am always here……

But Lord Mojun just shook his head: "We have no relatives and no reason, why should I..."

But looking at Shen Huai's sad expression, he still couldn't say the next thing.

Shen Huai asked him: "Why are you what?"

"……nothing."

Lord Mojun supported Shen Huai to sit on the chair: "Your soul is unstable, and you still need to recuperate, so go to rest earlier."

Shen Huai looked at his leaving back, the candlelight was just a drop in the bucket in his eyes, the darkness around him seemed to be swallowed up again, all perception seemed to have disappeared, and the person in front of him was also drifting away, everything was silent, without a trace of life .

There was endless wind in his ears, and the darkness seemed to want to swallow him completely again. The surroundings were too quiet, no one would come to rescue him, no one was by his side, as if... nothing existed.

Shen Huai suddenly shouted: "Xie Yao——"

Lord Mojun slowly stopped his progress and turned to look at him.

Shen Huai sat on the chair alone, the faint candle light could not enter his eyes, he raised his head to look at Lord Demon Lord, but Lord Demon Lord knew that he should not be able to see anything.

Lord Mojun quickly walked up to him, knelt down and stared into his eyes.

Shen Huai collected himself, and shouted again seriously: "Xie Yao."

He looks forward to looking at the person in front of him.

Then Xie Yao was silent for a long time, and then hummed slowly.

Shen Huai let out a breath, sat obediently on the chair and did not move.

Xie Yao took out a night pearl from the Qiankun bag and put it in Shen Huai's palm: "Sorry... I was negligent."

Shen Huai looked blankly at the night pearl in his hand, the translucent and crystal clear night pearl lit up the whole room.

He couldn't help looking into Xie Yao's eyes, then at the Ye Mingzhu in his hand, and slowly smiled his first smile so far: "Thank you, Xie Yao."

"No..." Xie Yao shook his head seriously, "I should say thank you."

Thank you for giving me a lantern many years ago, and coming to me again many years later.

If encounters and reunions in the world are so unexpected, then he is willing to wait for this surprise.