Li Mochou's rebirth and transformation

He Yan is a leisurely scholar.

But a scholar is a scholar after all.

There is an elegant taste of fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

When he saw the slowly approaching boat on the shoal, he was sitting by the lake with a big straw hat on his head, blowing the cold wind.

The world is impermanent, and God's will is unpredictable. The little demon girl who used to have a sharp mouth is now so sick that she can't even speak.

He was so tired that he even rolled his eyes and lost his elation.

The three of them returned to his small fenced courtyard, and he plunged into the firewood room, and took back a three-foot-thick medical book in half a day.

Li Mochou choked on the ancient books covered in dust and cobwebs, frowned and said, "Old bookworm...you murdered..."

He Yan was sitting upright, looking at ten things, hearing the words raised the corners of his eyes and breathed out from the bottom of his nose: "Little demon girl, don't be ignorant of good and bad! I, He Yan, have a good knowledge of the past and present, but I don't understand medical theory. Now I use this memory to learn and sell. Wasn't it to save your life?"

Li Mochou turned her head to the wall with a look of contempt, closed her eyes and rested her mind.

He Yan held his breath: "If you didn't save my daughter, I would throw you into the lake to feed the fish right now!"

Lu Zhanyuan stretched out his hand to hold down the scholar's hand that kept flipping through the book, and said in a low voice: "Mr. He, Mo Chou and I are grateful for your kindness, but Mo Chou's pulse has been broken, and medical books are really useless."

He Yan was taken aback when he heard the words: "Has the heart pulse been broken?"

"Yes, I have visited countless famous doctors, but none of them can do anything."

He Yan didn't know what he thought of, his expression was in a trance, and he murmured alone in a daze: "The doctor can't save him, but Ah Qing may not be helpless..." Then he looked out the window and smiled wryly, "But it's been two years, the world is drifting, she is now Where is it?"

Li Mochou heard him call "Ah Qing" intimately, and probably guessed who this person was, and couldn't help but think of the little skull secretly wiping tears at the morning chrysanthemums in the courtyard, she half-opened her eyes, and said softly Said: "I'm afraid I won't have time to wait for you to find that Ah Qing...not to mention... people in the Jianghu live and die, can you really find her?"

He Yan was shocked when he heard the words, and the book fell from his hand to the ground with a "click". When he came back to his senses, he was furious: "What do you mean! What nonsense are you talking about?! How could Ah Qing...Ah Qing would never Will..." The angry voice gradually died down, and the scholar was flustered for a while, and he gritted his teeth and argued, "Ah Qing must live well!"

Li Mochou turned a deaf ear to it, she looked straight into the scholar's flustered red eyes, and continued softly: "Why are you deceiving yourself... You know that what I said is not wrong, maybe all you can find is a handful of loess and a bone... ..."

He Yan was stunned.

Sometimes the imagined picture is more chilling than the reality.

What he never dared to think about, was lifted so easily.

"Ah Qing... Ah Qing..."

Lu Zhanyuan knew that Li Mochou was outspoken, and his words were not pleasant to listen to, but that Aqing girl was an extremely important person to He Yan, he didn't expect Mochou's words to be so direct, a bit cruel.He Yan's face was pale, trembling all over, he was startled, and wanted to help, but he was thrown away as soon as his hand touched the book's long sleeve, he said in surprise: "Mr. He?"

He Yan didn't seem to hear what he said, murmured the name "A Qing" in his mouth, and pushed open the door to meet Man Tian Xue Wu in a daze.

Li Mochou raised her hand to hold Lu Zhanyuan, and shook her head slightly at him.

Lu Zhanyuan paused, and the two of them watched as they slowly walked into the yard in green shirts, their footsteps were messy, and their backs were lonely.Wherever he went, there was a strong wind, and suddenly heavy snow fell in the courtyard, and the blue color quickly disappeared into the vast snow sea.

Li Mochou looked at the wind and snow covering the sky outside the house, frowned and said: "The eight formations have been activated?"

Lu Zhanyuan gave a "hmm", stepped forward to close the door and window, looked back at Li Mochou and said, "It's snowing in his heart," his tone was a bit sad, "The snow all over the world is in his heart... The so-called loneliness is like snow." He walked to Mo Chou, the two held hands and looked at each other, he said softly: "We will not be like him, because you and I will always be together."

Li Mochou stared at him obsessively, and said in a low voice, "What if I die?"

Although both of them knew in their hearts that Li Mochou's time was numbered, when Lu Zhanyuan really heard Li Mochou's question, his throat felt as if it had been gouged out by a knife, and he was so hot and painful that he couldn't utter a word Come.

Li Mochou brushed the man's reddish eyes with her fingers, and she smiled slightly: "Lu Lang, I'm just talking nonsense... How could I die, I want to marry you..." The cold index finger fell on him like snowflakes On the dark blue eye sockets, her pupils flickered, and she sighed softly, "It's better for people to live well..."

Lu Zhanyuan stared blankly at the woman for a while, then suddenly asked, "Mochou, shall we get married now?"

Li Mochou was dumbfounded, and a touch of emotion flashed in the depths of her eyes, but she shook her head with a smile: "Lu Lang, I don't even have the strength to worship now..." She didn't wait for the man to open her mouth, and said goodbye Opening his eyes, he glanced at the window paper that was rustling by the wind, "What about the formation as soon as we go out... We can't stay in the hut forever, can we?"

Lu Zhanyuan stared at her for a moment, then finally closed his mouth and decided not to say anything.He took off his boots and got on the kang, and embraced his icy delicate body in his arms, and the two cuddled tightly together.

"Don't worry, don't worry. I know the map of the eight formations very well now, and tomorrow I will change the formations in the yard a little to open up a normal path for us."

"it is good……"

Li Mochou leaned on the man's chest and listened to his steady heartbeat, and slowly closed her eyes, a tear quietly passed by the corner of her eye, dripping silently on the white fur coat.

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Three days later, Xiaoxue Chuqing.

Li Mochou had a heartache attack last night, she almost died from the pain, but this morning her complexion is rare, her usual paleness is no longer sick, her delicate face is like rouge, slightly peachy.

Lu Zhanyuan had just finished chopping firewood and returned to the house. Seeing that she had the strength to get out of bed, he couldn't help but relax his nerves that had been tense for days.He hurried over to help her, and asked with a smile, "Mochou, are you feeling better today?" Seeing that Mochou was in unbearable pain last night, he stuffed several wound medicines into her mouth in a panic, but he didn't know where it was from. One that worked so well!

Li Mochou nodded, raised her eyes and smiled: "Lu Lang, I'm very energetic today, it's as if I haven't been injured."

When Lu Zhanyuan saw her dark pupils and her smile like a flower, he couldn't help but feel refreshed.

Li Mochou spread her palms towards him: "Lu Lang, give me back my handkerchief."

Of course Lu Zhanyuan knew which handkerchief she was referring to, but he stole that handkerchief from her boudoir back then, and she never asked him if there were any thieves in Lujiazhuang, so he naturally pretended not to know.

He glanced at the woman, took out a handkerchief from the hidden pocket on his chest and handed it to her, raised his brows, and said in a bad tone: "Isn't this for me?"

Seeing that Lu Zhanyuan stole the handkerchief she embroidered and kept it like a treasure, Li Mochou thought to herself that when she gave it to him in the previous life, he was so annoyed that he didn't want to take it.

I really didn't live in vain in my life.

With a warm smile, she approached the man, and gently pressed her kiss on the corner of his lips.

Lu Zhanyuan was stunned for a while, his arms imprisoned the delicate body in his arms that wanted to escape, and he bowed his head and kissed him back passionately.

Mo Chou made his clothes disheveled by his kiss, and a hot stream in her heart hit her throat. Her breathing was stagnant, and she swallowed the fishy-sweet wetness deeply.

Lu Zhanyuan held her close to his chest, gently stroking the straight black hair on her back with one hand.

Li Mochou unfolded the handkerchief and leaned back against his arms, and pointed to a blank space in the handkerchief to show him: "I haven't embroidered my name yet...you just took it away..."

For some reason, Lu Zhanyuan felt dizzy and his eyelids were heavy.He shook his head, opened his eyes reluctantly, and saw Mochou sitting next to him holding a red silk thread, with a beautiful side face, drooping eyelashes, silver needles and red thread kept shuttling on the silk, gradually embroidering into three words.

He stretched out his hand towards the woman, but halfway down it powerlessly.

In an instant, his whole body was drenched in cold sweat.

Don't worry, don't worry.

I fell under your ecstasy the first time I saw you.

Please, never wake me up.

The woman's figure gradually became blurred in his eyes, and it was clear that the two of them were close at hand, but when he heard her speak, she suddenly seemed to be far away and now approaching——

"Lu Lang...we will be together forever, right..."

"I'm always afraid...we won't be able to find each other after we die..."

"So you have to put away this handkerchief... This will be a token of our reunion in Huangquan..."

"When you get there...you must find me..."

You must find me—

I'll wait for you to find me—

Before that -

Please live well for a hundred years——