Jinmu Qingli

Counting this year, it may be more than 60 years...

Who has been waiting for more than sixty years?

A man named Mu Qingli...

Young Master's eyes are so beautiful...

At the end of the night...

Young master, may you hug me?

The few conversations between Huaqu and him are constantly echoing in his mind, every sentence can break the strings in his heart, every sentence can make him sad now, revolving memories are used like tides, if you look backwards , he will remember that the boy outside the bay window stared at him with crystal eyes and said a word -----

"My name is Hua Mingqu."

Mu Qingli's mind was in chaos, his eyelids were heavy and he couldn't open it, the surroundings were dark, the dots of light were far away from him, the touch of silk in his hand was still there, but he was the only one left. .

A pleasant and cold voice gradually sounded in his ears, he remembered that the voice kept singing------

My residence, the peak of the green stem

Where I travel, Hongmeng space

Who will die with me, who will I follow?

Indistinct and indistinct, return to the Great Wilderness...

Floating and floating, but the last sung of the flower song kept echoing in his ears, and it was transmitted bit by bit in the distance, guiding him where he should return.

"Xiaomu..."

Mu Qingli heard someone calling him, but he didn't want to wake up at all. When he got up, he would have to face many things that he didn't want to face.

"Xiaomu?" JoeVen sat on the edge of the bed, frowned and looked at Mu Qingli who was in a coma, and shook his hand.

Mu Qingli walked in front of the sound, kept approaching, the lingering sound lingered----

JoeVen saw Mu Qingli's eyelids move, those eyes opened slowly, the big stone in his heart fell to the ground, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Qingli opened his eyes and saw the veil above his head, his face was expressionless, even a little dull.

"I know why the Queen asked me to take you with me, and then I found out that the next mission is to meet Hua Weiyang."

"It's a song of flowers." Mu Qingli said abruptly.

JoeVen's pouring hand paused, but he suddenly smiled, "Okay, it's Huaqu. He has been waiting for you in the ancient country of Yelang for more than [-] years. He created an illusion in order to wait for you. When you go, he will understand, so Yelang disappeared."

"I... seem to have lost my way." After hearing what Joe Ven said, Mu Qingli lay on his back motionless on the bed, staring at the intricate and delicate patterns on the veil above his head.

JoeVen took the water glass and walked to Mu Qingli's bed and sat down, helped Mu Qingli up, looked at the eyes that hadn't recovered, and said word by word: "It's good to get lost, lost Direction, all of a sudden, the peak turns, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, and life is beautiful again."

Mu Qing stared fixedly at JoeVen who was different from usual, his eyes flickered, and he nodded vigorously with his lower lip.

JoeVen took the empty water glass, shook his head, sighed softly, and pointed to his chest: "Here, do you want it?"

With tears in his eyes, Mu Qingli looked at JoeVen in a daze, nodded tremblingly, and plunged into that strong chest.

Sometimes, how I wish to have a pair of wise eyes that can see through me and understand everything about me, including all the colorful and desolate.Those eyes can penetrate my most essential soul and reach the true self deep in my heart. His words can solve all my confusion, or give a sharp evaluation of my actions.