Jun Yong Mosheng

"On a full moon night, parting is the most painful." Looking at the full moon in the sky, Xu Mosheng whispered silently.

"Is it homesick?" Shen Junlan saw the scene when she came out of the tent, and added a cloak for her.

Mo Sheng lowered his eyes, his heart turned a thousand times, "It's been a few years..."

"Your grandpa and grandma are still in good health, but they are getting older and their children and grandchildren are not around. I will often go to take care of them. Don't worry." Jun Lan comforted her, and after thinking about it, she said, "Your mother Well, I went to see it too, she and Aunt Rong are both fine, I just hope you will return home soon. And... I told her about our affairs. "

Mo Sheng looked into Shen Junlan's clear eyes, as if he could see the changing stars in her eyes, and all the years that she wanted to experience and missed.

She also raised her eyes to look at her, "Mo Sheng, I want to ask you something..." Somehow Shen Junlan opened his mouth.

"En." Mo Sheng nodded at her.

Just as she was about to open her mouth, she frowned again, thought for a moment, and dropped the hand on her shoulder, "Forget it, it's okay."

Seeing that Shen Junlan hesitated to speak, Mo Sheng didn't ask any more questions, he took her hand, and the two sat down, she opened the cloak and embraced her. "Jun Lan, I know what you want to ask."

"If she was still here, who would I choose..." Mo Sheng knew that Jun Lan's temperament would not ask such a question, but after the first night, it would inevitably bother this person. She couldn't ask, and Mo Sheng couldn't. Want to give her an answer.

"In the same situation, I would still choose Yong'er. I am indecisive by nature. Although I can have you by taking a step back, I can't." She said frankly.

"Then how do you listen, I'm still your second best." Shen Junlan said aggrievedly.

"Jun Lan, I was at fault for the relationship. I was unable to change the past. If I met you for the first time, I would not rush to make a decision, and I would not be led away. Instead, I would start clearly and frankly. .”

"You could have said something nice to make me happy." She said softly.

"I'm sorry..." The debt to the two made her sleepless nights.

Shen Junlan pondered for a while, "We don't have to experience anyone, and we are not what we are now. This is very good." As she grew older, she no longer obsessed with some past events, and said, "I don't care Your past is because I also have my own past, don't ask any more, I understand everything."

"In front of you, I always look so clumsy... Although I have nothing, I am still willing to give everything to you." After she finished speaking, she looked at Shen Junlan for a long time.

Under the moonlight, the person in front of her is even more gentle and charming. Her hair hangs down on her shoulders, and through the moonlight, traces of silver light come into her eyes.

"Jun Lan, lend me a white hair." She carefully picked up a silver strand in her hair, feeling a little more loving in her heart.

Shen Junlan closed her eyes in her arms, "Mo Sheng, over the years, I have become afraid of getting old..."

"Don't be afraid, you will be one year older, and I will be one year older. Nothing has changed." She said, breaking off the silver hair, "When we are really old, I will return it to you."

She wrapped one end of her hair around her ring finger, took Shen Junlan's slender hand, and wrapped the other end around her finger, like a pair of thin silver rings.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the fingers of the two connected by the silver hair. She thought that maybe there are too many marriages between men and women in the world that Yue Lao has to worry about, so she pulled the red thread by mistake a few times. People come and lead it. "Mo Sheng, you must return it to me when you get old."

"Well, definitely."

It was another sleepless night, and the two of them didn't say a word about the parting tomorrow.

The wind in the desert Gobi roars like a roar, and the sound is parting.

Before dawn, Shen Junlan had already dressed, and she moved gently, for fear of waking up the person next to her pillow.Looking at the sleeping man's back, she called softly, "Mo Sheng..." She was relieved when she saw that the man was still.She wanted to go forward and kiss her forehead again, but she held back, just kept chanting her name in her heart.

"Mo Sheng, Mo Sheng, Mo Sheng..." In so many days of loneliness and depression, she would say her name like this, so as to keep it in her heart.

She took one last look and left the tent without looking back.

Shen Junyi was already waiting for her outside, "Do you want to go?" He confirmed it again.

"Go." She got on the horse.

He escorted his sister to the pass, "Jun Yi, stop."

"Sister, write me a letter when you go back to Wangshan." He urged.

"Well, take care of yourself." Without further words, Shen Junlan looked back at the vast Gobi, got into the carriage, and headed south.

Shen Junyi paused for a long time, and got on the horse when he saw the group of people disappearing. Just as he was about to start, he heard the sound of hooves approaching behind him.

"She won't tell you." Jun Yi said to her.

"I know she's leaving." She looked at the distance where no one could be seen and replied faintly. "She doesn't want me to see her, how can I make things difficult for her..." When Shen Junlan called her in the tent early in the morning, she closed her eyes tightly, gritted her teeth, and dared not make a sound, pretending to fall asleep, and wiped away the tears He swallowed it alive. "This is a battlefield, I don't have a reason to keep her..."

"Don't worry, there are food and grass troops returning to Beijing to escort you." Shen Junyi didn't know how to comfort him.

"The fourth time..." she said to herself.

"What fourth time?"

"Get away from her," she said, turning the horse's head and galloping towards the camp.

The cloak was blown up by the wind, she lowered her head and glanced at the inside of the cloak, and suddenly found the word "Mo Lan" neatly embroidered with red thread on the chest, she stretched out her hand to hold the word tightly to her heart.

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