Master of time travel

When Mo Yun woke up, it was already evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun burned half of the sky red, faintly, and Mo Yun felt like the flowing lines on the forehead of that person.

Mo Yun covered his forehead with one hand, holding some light, looking at the sky for a long time through the gap and the square window.It wasn't until the old man downstairs anxiously called the playful child's name that Mo Yun sighed and sat up from the bed.

Although I'm not very hungry, as a person, I still have to eat. It's like a task and I have to do it.But at this moment, looking at the empty kitchen and the refrigerator, Mo Yun rubbed the center of her brows with some annoyance. She actually forgot to buy some ingredients and she just reminded herself last night.

Mo Yun doesn't like ordering takeaway, the kind of thing that doesn't even know the sanitation.But it's too late to go out to eat now, her favorite restaurant must have already closed for rest.

So for this dinner, there is only one choice after all.

A simple bowl of instant noodles, Mo Yun sat in the living room, turned on the TV, and watched the latest news reports.The lights in the room were not turned on, and the house Mo Yun rented was far away in the suburbs, and it was also very quiet. The only sounds were the old-fashioned words of the host on TV and the sound of chewing instant noodles.

In an empty room, under the dim fluorescent screen, there is only a girl eating instant noodles alone.

It was already 06:30 in the evening when Mo Yun finished cleaning up and sat in front of the desk.The sky was almost shrouded in darkness, and the tall buildings were lit up sparsely one after another.

Autumn and winter nights always come earlier and longer than summer.

One month later, it will be the first exam for graduate students, and she needs to reconfirm what she has memorized.Mo Yun likes to do this before every exam, which is a habit she has developed for a long time.

a good habit.

Under the not-so-precious desk lamp, Mo Yun flipped through the notes he had made page by page. With the pen in his hand, he sometimes drew complex symbols on the paper.

An unchanging life, day after day, as if nothing had changed in the past twenty years.

Two hours later, like the common problem of all students, Mo Yun's neck could not bear the pressure of keeping his head down, and he felt a little sore.

Mo Yun twisted his neck, trying to relieve the soreness a little.Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the girl in the mirror. Mo Yun was stunned, put down the pen unconsciously, and stroked his face with his fingers.

The face in the mirror is just an ordinary face, perhaps much more handsome than ordinary people, but compared to those beauties in the drama, it is far different.

Mo Yun was a little distracted, she has been back to this world for two months, no matter how strange it is, she has already adapted to it.And that system didn't make any sound during this period, as if it never existed.

The ten years in that world were like a dream.

A charming dream with wind and moon.

Mo Yun wanted to laugh, but couldn't do it, because the soreness on her neck seemed to spread, and she actually felt that her eye sockets were also a little sore.

In the dead of night, as a human being, it is inevitable to feel lonely.

This is a sentence she came across by chance. At the time, she thought it was pretentious, but it seems to be very applicable to her now.

Mo Yun doesn't like to cry, not at all. Since she was 12 years old, she never cried again.

Putting down his hands, Mo Yun lay on the table, buried his head in his wrists, as if he was extremely tired.

And Mo Yun's party lasted for an hour.When he raised his head, Mo Yun couldn't even feel his hand.After a long delay, she felt a tingling sensation coming from her elbow.

Mo Yun shook her hands, her eyes were a little annoyed, she didn't know when she became such a sentimental person!Immediately, this anger turned into a wry smile, and Mo Yun leaned his head weakly on the chair, with his hands hanging by his sides.

Some things, once you get used to it, are hard to let go of.

She wanted to know about Yun Ling.

I want to know what Yunling is doing and if he is all right.

She wants to see Yun Ling......

Mo Yun suddenly felt like a little girl in love, stupid, sentimental, and her mind was full of lovers.

This is what she used to hate the most.

There was self-mockery in Mo Yun's eyes, she never thought that one day she would be trapped by love, if that heartless Nan He knew, she might point her nose and laugh, with a look of vengeance on her face.

Shaking his head, trying to get rid of this disgusting emotion from his mind, Mo Yun sat up, sat upright, and picked up the pen on the table again.

She has nothing to do now, can she?

"Do you want to go back?"

Mo Yun's hand froze, her gaze changed countless times, and finally there was only a soft smile left, a smile that makes people fall in love with it at a glance.

"Are you finally willing to talk to me? I thought you'd keep pretending like this."

The voice was silent for a long time, as if it appeared suddenly, and then disappeared suddenly, and there was no one else in the empty room except Mo Yun.

"Host, do you really want to go back?", the voice finally rang again, but did not answer Mo Yun's words.

For a long time, in the silence, there was only Mo Yun's soft voice.

"You should know, Xiaopo."

The cool wind slipped in from the window, making waves on the curtain.

"Xiao Po will take the host back with you."

She is its host, no matter what, it should obey her wishes, this is the rule that the system should abide by.

Even if it's a shoddy from birth, an unflattering system.

"What about you?"

But it obviously didn't expect that its host would ask it this question, and after being stunned for a long time, it finally said: "Maybe Xiaopo will sleep for a while."

The current one can't even sit in its transformation form, maybe it's only better than when we first met.

"How long will you sleep for?"

"It may be longer than the last time, so I can't bring you back as the host during this period."

If it can transform into form, it knows that it should be smiling.Its host is a hard-spoken person after all, so it has never regretted its original choice.

Of course, it would be better if her host could be gentler to it.

"Thank you, Po"

"It's so disgusting, I have goosebumps."

Falling to the fairy cliff.

"Cloud Spirit"

"Yunling!"

The woman's voice resounded at the bottom of the dead Chuxian Cliff, adding a bit of life to the lifeless Zhuianxian Cliff.

Zhuji searched around inside and outside the house a few times, but still couldn't find the cold woman, so she had to shake her head helplessly.That person probably went to that place again.

And the place that Zhuji mentioned is the highest place on Falling Immortal Cliff.

At this moment, there is a rare guest in the cold and lonely highland.

Under the strange tree, stood a cold woman.

It is said to be a tree, but it is just a piece of pitch-black charcoal, which only has the shape of a tree.

This is the place Yunling found shortly after arriving at the bottom of the cliff, and speaking of it, it was just a coincidence.But this place made people feel very at ease, Yun Ling felt more at ease than any other place on the Falling Immortal Cliff.

So Yunling likes to stand here alone, imagining what that person looks like.

Next to Yunling, there was a table, on which was a piece of rice paper, a piece of rice paper that had been dyed with ink.The person in the painting is a woman, but the outline of the woman is unrecognizable, only the woman's eyes are clear.

Yun Ling felt that it had been a long time since she came to the bottom of the Falling Immortal Cliff, and even the face of that person was blurred.

But only those eyes, she remembered clearly.

There was a faint smile in those eyes that seemed to be full of spring water.

Yun Ling's thoughts drifted a little far away, thinking of something that seemed far away.

The ten years in Yunhuangzong were the happiest days in Yunling's life.

At that time, Yunling had not yet reached Yuanying, and she had been in Haoyun Palace for three years as a direct disciple of the suzerain of Yunhuang Sect with the posture of a young girl.

Three days later, it will be the Lantern Festival.

During the Lantern Festival, family reunion.

It's a festival only for people with family members.As a solitary Yun Ling, of course he didn't have to.So for Yunling, this kind of festival is no different from other days, so he doesn't take it seriously.

In addition to daily practice, it is cooking.

But eating with that person is the happiest thing she does every day.

Haoyun Hall is cold all year round, no one dares to step in, except for that person and her, it is difficult to see other people.

At sunset, the woman in white suddenly called her and said she was taking her down the mountain.

As a disciple, Yun Ling naturally wouldn't doubt it.

Yun Ling only knew it when she saw the noisy crowd and various lanterns all over the street.

Today is Lantern Festival.

In the crowd, the hands holding her were warm, and it spread into the heart from the place where they held each other.

The night is getting darker, in addition to the dazzling lanterns, there is also a bright moonlight.

Mo Yun pulled the young girl through the noisy crowd, bought two lanterns, and came to the river.

Putting up lanterns is for blessing and wishing.

Those eyes looking at Yun Ling sparkled with water waves in the night.And she didn't know when, she was so addicted to it that she forgot the lantern in her hand.

Thinking of this, the woman under the dead tree relaxed her brows and eyes, and the cold edges and corners became soft.

The cold wind blew past, carrying a piercing chill, there was no distinction between winter and summer at Falling Immortal Cliff, there was only dead silence at any time.

Yun Ling put down the pen and coughed in a low voice.

That night was her first and only time to celebrate Lantern Festival.

Coughing for a long time before it stopped, Yunling laughed at herself.

I don't know when she became so easily distracted.

The wind didn't stop, blowing the woman's white clothes.The corners of the rice paper on the table were blown up by the wind. In the silence, there was a clear sound. Water droplets fell and splashed on the drawing paper, blurring the people in the painting.

The woman lowered her head, making it difficult to see her expression clearly.

"Master...how long do you want me to wait..."

Whispering softly, I don't know whether to ask myself or the person in the painting.

In the haze, it is pouring rain.

Even if it is Falling Immortal Cliff, it will still rain.

Yun Ling hates rain, and has never liked it.

But she doesn't want to go back now.

It was raining all over the sky, and the woman's clothes were drenched and clinging to her body, outlining her slender and thin back.

In this world, it seems that there is only one woman.

"It's raining." The soft voice seemed unreal amidst the sound of rain.

The woman's back froze for a moment, and then trembled, like a naked person thrown in the snow, shaking her body constantly, as if she wanted to get some heat from it.

Mo Yun's hair was wet in the rain and messy by the wind, but at this moment, she just looked at the person in front of her.

This is the person she decided to spend her whole life with.

After watching for a long time, Mo Yun suddenly laughed, and stretched out his hand to the slender figure.

"Let's go back."

This time, she won't let go.

The woman's thin back finally stopped trembling, the woman turned around, in those black pupils, in the rain, it was like a black obsidian, shining brightly.

"it is good."

Just one sentence is enough, everything before it seems not important at all.No matter how she looked, she knew that the person in front of her was the one she was waiting for.

Holding those hands stretched out in the rain, just like the girl who was held back by Yun Huangzong more than ten years ago.

"What were you thinking before?"

"Lantern"

Mo Yun was slightly taken aback, looked at the profile of the person beside him, and said, "Lanterns for the Lantern Festival?"

"Ah."

There was a faint smile in Mo Yun's eyes. When she was in Yunhuangzong, she had a whim one day and took the girl down the mountain to watch the so-called Lantern Festival.

On the night of the Lantern Festival, the girl took the lantern but was in a daze, not moving for a long time, so she was a little curious.But before she could ask her out of curiosity, the girl raised her head to look at her, then blushed instantly for some reason, turned her head and put the lantern in her hand into the water.So far, he buried his head and refused to lift it up again.

"What did you wish for?"

Things that were not asked at that time can be easily asked now.

There was no answer for a long time, just when Mo Yun thought that the other party would not answer, the cold woman turned her head and said, "Master, want to know?"

It was the first time for such a sly expression, Mo Yun was stunned for a moment, and honestly said: "I think."

"But I heard that the wish of the lantern will not come true if it is said, so Yunling doesn't want to tell the master."

There is nothing wrong with it, and there is no way to refute it. Mo Yun couldn't laugh or cry for a while, so he shook his head and said, "I didn't expect Yun Ling to learn badly, but she learned how to make fun of the master."

Of course, hearing what Mo Yun said, the cold woman's ears were inevitably stained with a little blush.

It's just that she still won't tell the people around her, as early as that time, she was already in deep trouble.

At that time, she had no one to pray for.

Whether it was then or now, she only had one wish, which never changed.

Feeling the hand holding her tighten a little, Mo Yun curled the corners of his lips imperceptibly.

Her apprentice, whether it was before or now, is still too sincere, and she may have guessed the wish that the girl made at that time.

"I am back."

"Ah."

In the rain, the two walked hand in hand, walking leisurely, as if they didn't care that the rain made them miserable.

The rain was so fierce that it soaked the ink painting, leaving a blurry mess.On the white rice paper, there is a little bit of scarlet, which is rendered and blends with the black ink.

The person has gone far away, leaving only a piece of drawing paper falling in the wind and rain, and no one notices it.

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