The moon is bright and the wind is clear

When the light of the Golden Crow reflected on Sikong Lang's face through the peach blossoms in the early morning, he who was leaning against the tree and sleeping soundly felt a little dazzling, and then slowly opened his eyes.

His eyelids were a little heavy, and his arms were slightly sore. Only then did he remember that he drank a lot of wine last night and fell asleep leaning against the tree in a daze.

Standing up, she shook off the petals all over her body.Only then did he think of an important matter, last night Mo Qi went to the depths of the woods and never came back, it was already morning, and there was no sign of anyone, Sikong Lang felt a little anxious.Sikong Lang quickly walked towards the direction Mo Qi went last night, shuttled through the maze-like peach forest, searching for the figure of that person.

"Sikong Lang, I'm here." Suddenly a clear voice sounded, who else but Mo Qi.

When Sikong Lang saw that Mo Qi did not leave without saying goodbye, he finally let go of his hanging heart.

Mo Qi approached him, and said to Sikong Lang: "Sikong Lang, it's finally time for you and me to say goodbye. Yesterday, the pigeons at my house sent a message, telling me to go back quickly."

Sikong Lang's smile stopped at this moment, "Xiaoqi... Will you and I meet again?"

"Don't bring up that incident yesterday." Mo Qi returned to his usual calm tone.

"But... I'm serious. You... do you understand?" Sikong Lang pretended to be relaxed.

"Forget it." Mo Qi said.

forget?How can I forget!

Sikong Lang's face froze, he turned his back, and said with a wry smile: "Heh... it seems that these days, I am too serious, hehe... that's right, come to think of it... what a dandy like me said , you won't take it seriously."

"Then you and I... let's just leave now." Mo Qi's heart sank after hearing what he said, but she said the opposite.

Before Mo Qi finished speaking, Sikong Lang whispered: "Xiao Qi, can you promise me one last thing?"

Sweat dripped from the palms of Mo Qi's clenched hands: "Say it."

"Can you take off the mask and let me see what you look like?" Sikong Lang turned his face and looked at him affectionately, but it seemed as if he wanted to see through him.

Facing those eyes, Mo Qi instinctively felt that she would fall into this deep pool and be lost forever, so she lowered her head and stopped looking.

"I think...we won't see each other again in the future, there's really no need to make a fuss." Mo Qi continued to speak against his will.

Sikong Lang looked at him for a long time, as if he wanted to engrave this masked face deeply in his mind, and then murmured after a long time: "I won't see you again......"

Mo Qi felt that there were thousands of needles stuck in his heart, which made him feel painful.But he still took a step forward, and only said to Sikong: "Take care."

What was left to Sikong Lang was just a figure from his back in the sea of ​​flowers.

"Xiaoqi!" Sikong shouted suddenly.

Mo Qi stopped in his tracks.

Sikong Lang's voice sounded behind him, the voice was still soft and clear, full of warmth: "At this time next spring, how about you and I come to this peach forest again?"

"I..." Mo Qi's heart was beating wildly and he could hardly speak.

"At that time, I want to see a Xiaoqi who can be honest with me without wearing a mask."

Mo Qi paused for a while, but finally did not answer his words, and continued to take slow steps.

"Whether you come or not, I will always be waiting for you on this day next year!" Sikong Lang exhaled loudly, disturbing the birds in the forest.

Have you been...waiting for me?Sikong Lang's words, even after walking out of the forest, still lingered in Mo Qi's heart for a long time.

But... your and my positions are always opposite. One day, you and I will fight each other, and even take the other's life.It is better to cut off all these fetters as soon as possible, rather than never recover from the pain in the future.

Mo Qi, will always be Mo Qi wearing a mask, not... Mo Qingfeng, the young master of the Qingyuan Sect.

Would that be much better for you?

Sikong Lang, who was still standing in the peach forest, watched the distant figure shrinking and getting smaller and smaller in his sight, until finally it became a point, and then he turned his head.

Falling down under a tree, he saw a little bird staring at him, its eyes rolled around, and it flapped its wings and flew to Sikong Lang's shoulder.Sikong Lang picked up the little bird, stroked its soft feathers, and the little bird rubbed against the back of his hand as if relying heavily on him.Sikong Lang touched the lump of softness, and said quietly: "It seems that only you will accompany me, is it because I am afraid that I will be too lonely in this forest? Hehe..."

For many days, going through life and death, two lovers, drunk moon flying, is it really just a void?

"Little Bird, tell me... next year when the peach blossoms bloom, will he come as promised?"

After Sikong Lang finished speaking, he only smiled slightly, petted it lovingly, and it pecked his hand again.

Five miles of peach blossoms, only one person and one bird.

But not far from Sikong Lang, there were some noises, it was deep in the peach forest.

Follow the prestige to look, only to see piles of weeds.

Maybe it was the wind?he thinks.

Sikong Lang, who was indulging in emotion, didn't notice that there was a white figure hidden behind the weeds piled up as high as a man, that figure was as fast as a ghost, and disappeared in a flash.