Pure Love Writer is God of Creation

In fact, Mo Shang just said it casually, and Lou Yi refuted it as expected, but he didn't expect Mu Mu to really agree, and he felt worried instead.

It's not that he doesn't want to take Jian You to the realm of comprehension, but how to explain this kind of time travel?

Fortunately, he didn't struggle with this issue for long. Although Mu Mu didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, she was still a reliable(?) Creator God.

The next day, Mo Shang asked Jianyou for lunch, and saw that the little rabbit's eyes were bloodshot, and his energy was not very good, as if he didn't have a good rest last night.

This is very unusual for Jian You. The little rabbit's routine is as good as an old man's. He goes to bed at [-] o'clock and gets up at [-] o'clock for two hours of morning exercises. He grew up under the watchful eyes of the elders and aunts who wake up early to exercise in the nearby park.

Now the little rabbit was biting the fork and sitting across from him in a daze, Mo Shang looked amused and worried, so he ordered two cups of coffee and asked, "Why are you so sleepy?"

The little rabbit woke up with a jerk, and stared at him with a little vigilance.

Every time he is stared at so unintimidatingly, Mo has the urge to hug someone in his heart and rub his arms to make him feel refreshed.

But unfortunately, the rabbit has not yet entered the network, so this cannot be done.

Seeing how little steak was left on the other side's plate, Mo Shang cut off a third of his own and put it on Jian You's plate.

His face was a little red, Jian You stared at Mo Shang, and asked, "What are you doing! You, are you full?"

Mo Shang rubbed his stomach, and sighed exaggeratedly: "I'm overwhelmed, hey, my colleague brought his wife's stewed vegetables from home this morning, and stuffed us with cold dog food, but I was overwhelmed."

Jian You was so amused by his sad appearance that he covered his mouth and laughed, and asked Mo Shang again if he really didn't want to eat, so he started to cut the small portion of steak.

Mo Shang watched him finish eating, and the coffee was served, he asked: "I haven't said what's wrong with you, the eye circles are almost like pandas... Oh, right, is there a kind of rabbit with black eye circles, like smoky makeup, Pretty cute too."

"What?" Jian You picked up the coffee and took a sip, not quite understanding why the topic suddenly jumped from pandas to rabbits.

"It's so cute." Mo Shang pointed at Jian You, with a smile in his eyes, and made a straight ball without hesitation.

Jian You suddenly felt that the bitter coffee in his mouth had become as sweet as sugar water, he held the cup and stared at Mo Shang angrily, after a while, he lowered his head and took another sip, it still felt sweet.

“The coffee here is terrible!”

The little rabbit became angry and angered the innocent restaurant.

Mo Shang took a sip of his own coffee, raised his eyebrows, deliberately teased Jian You, and said: "The coffee here is also one of the best in Xingchen City. I heard that your father also likes the black coffee here."

"..." Jian You hesitated for a moment, looking like he wanted to flip the table, "...Anyway, I don't like it!"

Mo Shang nodded and said with a smile: "Well, I also think the coffee here is very average."

Jian You: "..."

I'm so angry, I don't know why, I just feel so angry!

If you keep on teasing, the rabbit is about to bite, so Mo Shang put it away when he sees it is better, he pointed his finger at his eyes, and asked: "What's wrong with you, didn't you rest well last night?"

Jian You's temper came and went quickly, the topic was taken away by Mo Shang, and his mood immediately calmed down.

He bowed his head again and fell silent.

After a while, Xiao Xiao snorted and said, "Anyway, you won't believe it, and you must say I'm dreaming."

"I won't say that," Mo Shang held back his smile slightly, showing some sincerity in his expression, and assured Jian You, "No matter what happens, I will listen to you carefully, and I will definitely not just perfunctory you. "

During the line of sight contact, Jian You showed a blank expression again, then suddenly came to his senses, turned his head away from Mo Shang's gaze, blushed, and said, "Hmph, I think you are just perfunctory me now!"

After a while, he frowned, struggled with distress for a long time, and whispered: "Last night..."

Last night at nine o'clock sharp, Jian You came out of the bathroom as usual, carrying the hot steam from the shower, dried her hair and was ready to go to bed.

However, after entering the bedroom and closing the door, he turned around and saw the scene, which made him wonder if he had fallen asleep unknowingly, and he was in a dream at this moment.

He was in a world of ice and snow, the snow was falling slowly, and the red plums were like rouge.

The clear brilliance of the snow covered the darkness of the night, revealing every scene and every detail.

Jian You was wearing short-sleeved pajamas and house slippers in summer, and in these cold weather, he didn't feel cold at all.

But he stretched out his hand to touch the white snow and the slanting plum blossoms under the snow, and clearly felt the softness of the snow and the hardness of the plum branches, saw the water droplets that melted from the snowflakes by the temperature of his palm, and smelled the redness of the plum blossoms. The refreshing fragrance of plum blossoms.

Is it a dream?

Jian You thought in amazement and bewilderment.

Looking around, there was only the vast expanse of white snow and red plum blossoms, the heavy night and the fresh snow falling above his head, which had no resemblance to the bedroom he was familiar with, and even the door behind him disappeared without knowing when.

There was only one path leading to the front. Anyway, Jian You walked along the path in a dream.

Passing through the plum forest and walking out of the border of the snow field, suddenly there is a bright moonlight above the head.

A not-so-long path brought Jian You from the plum grove on a winter night to the wilderness on a spring night.

The smoked wind blows head-on, the clear stream sparkling under the moonlight flows in the wilderness, the willows blowing the spring water beside the stream bank, and the peaches and apricots are moist.

The path continued along the Chunxi River, and as we walked, we suddenly stepped on a folding slab bridge.

The moonlight was covered with a veil, and the thin night mist filled the air, and the moonlight was a little less than before.

As if to make up for the dim moonlight, the dim light of fireflies began to flicker in the night mist.

The faint rays of light gathered in one place were not much dimmer than the sky filled with moonlight.

Under the baluster bridge, the misty water surface reflects the hazy moon and sparse star points, and the brilliant firefly light drifts on the water surface, and the reflections and flying fireflies intertwine, competing for brilliance up and down.

There are lotus flowers in full bloom or in buds in the pool, and the stamens are like the legendary lotus lanterns, dimly shining and flickering.

A gust of wind blew by, shaking the flower branches, and suddenly scattered countless fireflies from the stamens—it turned out that the light like a precious lamp was the fireflies inhabiting them.

Walking down the banban bridge, a pool of clear lotus and fireflies was left behind, and the night wind suddenly cooled a little.

The moonlight brightened again, and the moon was in the middle of the sky, as bright as a wheel.

The night wind suddenly tightened, there was a rustling sound in my ears, the sweet fragrance of osmanthus wafted towards my face, the branches and leaves above my head shook, and the red leaves swayed down, like beautiful dance steps.

Jian You's eyes, which were confused due to the memory, gradually recovered, the ice cubes in the coffee in front of him had already melted, and the aroma had dissipated a lot.

"What happened later?" Mo Shang asked timely.

Jian You took a sip of coffee and said, "I woke up later and found myself lying on the bed... I thought it was a dream..."

He frowned, showing distress and hesitation, and glanced at Mo Shang, as if observing whether the other party really took what he just said seriously.

Mo Shang looked back at him calmly, and carefully restrained the frivolous look in his expression, but looking at his eyes at this moment, one felt that there would be no more reliable and trustworthy man in the world than him.

Jian You quickly lowered his head to drink the coffee he "doesn't like anyway", a faint blush spread from his cheeks to the roots of his ears.

Putting down the cup, he hesitated for a while, then took out a red maple leaf from his pocket.

The maple leaves are fresh, just falling from the branches, with a cool feeling of autumn.

Such a fresh and beautiful maple leaf is rare in this season called midsummer.

Jian You said: "When I woke up, this red leaf fell on the head of the bed, exactly like the one I saw in my dream... And I didn't feel refreshed when I woke up this morning, just like I stayed up all night last night. Like sleeping..."

Mo Shang pinched the maple leaves, and felt the familiar and friendly atmosphere from the beautiful red leaves.

There is no doubt that this red leaf, like him, belongs to Lou Yi's creation.

Mo Shang is no stranger to the four seasons described by Jian You.During this period of time, he stayed at Lou Yi's house. He was bored at night and finished reading several novels by Chuangshishen with his mobile phone.

Watching my own story feels novel and subtle, like watching a movie, the names and faces of the leading actors and actresses are exactly the same as those of myself and the people I know around me, but it is full of a sense of disobedience that I don’t know where it comes from. The shame is overwhelming, I want to say it's not like this, but I can't tell what's wrong.

But this is not the point. The place Jian You mentioned reminded him of the novel with the background of cultivation, which revolved around the Four Seasons Courtyard of the Holy Magic Fairy Palace.

Jian You entered the world of falling into heaven and sanctification last night?

But how did he do it?

Mo Shang was thinking, staring at Hongye in a daze.

Jian You anxiously waited for Mo Shang's response, but the other party was just in a daze and did not speak, the more he waited, the more uneasy he became, fearing that the other party would not believe his words, and suddenly felt a little bit of grievance, he stretched out his hand to grab Maple Leaf back viciously.

"Look, I knew you wouldn't believe it!" He said angrily, put the maple leaf back in his pocket, said "I'm going back", got up and was about to leave.

Mo Shang hurriedly called the little rabbit to stop, patted the rabbit dumbfounded, and said, "Why are you angry again? I don't believe it. I was just thinking about how to help you."

Jian You's mood improved a bit, but his face was still a little angry, he sat back in his original position, and said in a low voice, "Who wants your help!"

Looking at the angry Jian You, Mo Shang resisted the urge to go over to kiss him, thought for a while, and said: "Your experience is really amazing, I wonder if you will encounter the same thing tonight? "

Jian You has no idea. Last night's experience is certainly wonderful, but it was a weird thing after all. It's okay if it happened by chance, but if it keeps happening and there is no danger for a while, who can guarantee it later?

"Well," Mo Shang said, "I will be with you tonight, if this happens again, at least I will be by your side."

"what?"

Jian You showed a bewildered expression, and after realizing what Mo Shang meant, his face suddenly flushed red.

"Who wants to stay with you at night?!"