The advent of what love is

A year later, he married Mo Yanyu as he wished. This day happened to be during the Ching Ming Festival. Looking at the small and old room, it was clean and tidy, covered with red In the double happiness room, Murong Xian's face was full of happiness.

He is married to him!

Recalling the sound of footsteps outside the door, he pushed open the wooden door pasted with paper-cut Double Happiness. Seeing a pair of red cloth shoes fall into his eyes, he raised his head in surprise.

When a man gets married, he does not need to wear a red hijab like a daughter.

The eyes of the two looking at each other are full of surprise and happiness.

Mo Yanyu hugged Murong Xian into his arms, eyes full of pity: "I will treat you well in this life."

Murong Xian nodded lightly, no one knew that this sentence was their beginning, but not their end.

Waking up in the morning, I found that the people around me had already left. I was a little disappointed, but even more pleasantly surprised. Touching the place where Mo Yanyu lay, there was still a faint residual warmth.

On the wedding night, Murong Xian was taken by Mo Yanyu to a place that he had never entered before, it was warm and beautiful.

This was his first night, and also his most memorable night. Perhaps because of Mo Yanyu's tenderness and sympathy for him, his body was not as uncomfortable as it was written in the book, it was just a little sore.

He got up and dressed himself, and when he finished dressing, seeing the prepared toiletries and the bottled water, Murong Xian's face was full of tenderness.

After washing up, he walked towards the study, he knew that Mo Yanyu must be there.

Walking to the study room, as Murong Xian expected, Mo Yanyu was really here.

He was carefully flipping through some books that Murong Xian thought were boring.

Murong Xian stepped forward and took his hand holding the book: "Today is just a wedding, and it just so happens that Qingming has just passed, why don't you go out for a walk with me?"

Murong Xian never liked to go out, but today he was in a good mood, and seeing Mo Yanyu working so hard, he felt a little unbearable.

Mo Yanyu put down the book when he heard his words, and looked at him with heroic eyebrows: "Okay."

Perhaps it was because the Qingming Festival had just passed, and the streets were very lively at this time.

There were a lot of shows going on, and there were also some word guessing contests, but because there were no special prizes, it was over after just a look.

When he was about to go back, Murong Xian's gaze was attracted by a jade flute.

"It's such an exquisite flute." Murong Xian picked it up and looked at it with some surprise.

Seeing Murong Xian's favorite appearance, the peddler hurriedly greeted him: "Oh, you have a good eye, this is a new jade flute imported from the frontier. Not only is it beautiful in color, but its sound is even more high-class."

Hearing what the peddler said, he gently put down the jade flute. Looking at the goods, he knew that the price was expensive. It would be fine if he had not married Mo Yanyu, but he was already a husband. I'm afraid I'm going to eat dirt after playing this jade flute!

He looked at the jade flute reluctantly, and tugged Mo Yanyu's hand: "Let's go."

Following Murong Xian away from the jade flute, Mo Yanyu looked at Murong Xian's back with guilt in his eyes, he could see that Murong Xian loved that jade flute very much, and he gave it up because of himself.

Back home, he embraced Murong Xian in his arms: "I'm sorry."

Murong Xian naturally knew what he was talking about, so he moved closer to him: "It's nothing, it's just that I don't want it myself."

lie.Mo Yanyu hugged Murong Xian even tighter, feeling more guilty.

After that day, apart from studying poems and books every night, I went to be a teacher for the official's young lady.

Murong Xian stayed in the room every night, looking at the study not far away that was lit with lights, and waited until he fell asleep for an unknown amount of time before Mo Yanyu went back to the room to rest, but in the morning he got up early to read a book and go to be a pawn for others. gentlemen.

Murong Xian didn't know how long it had been since he had seen Mo Yanyu. Although he knew that it was for him, he still felt very disappointed.

If you want to see him every day, it is only at night when Mo Yanyu brings him food.

Every time he brought him food that he couldn't finish, he would reheat it and send it to his study. Although he didn't know how to cook, he still knew how to reheat food.

Murong Xian looked at the food in his hand, his eyes were full of anticipation, he put the food next to Mo Yanyu's desk: "Yanyu has eaten." He called softly.

But Mo Yanyu only focused on reading, and only said: "Thank you." He didn't even raise his head, which made Murong Xian very disappointed. He naturally knew that Mo Yanyu was working so hard for himself and because of himself. Yes, if he hadn't married him, then he would only have to take care of his own food and clothing.

Now that he has dragged him down, Murong Xian feels very guilty. He doesn't know what he can do for Mo Yanyu. He doesn't like reading very much, and he doesn't have any special skills. Can't sell.

Seeing Mo Yanyu reading a book even while eating, Murong Xian felt very uncomfortable.