The Lotus Lantern is with you

The sound of the zither, which is as clear as spring water, is accompanied by the rustling of the leaves in the wind, which is so beautiful and intoxicating.

In fact, the most intoxicating thing is not the sound of the piano, but the person playing the piano.

Mo Chen likes to sit beside Yang Jian and watch the man's slender hands dance on the strings. When Yang Jian plays the piano, he is completely different from the cold-hearted justice god in the heaven. The heart softened a little bit with ink sinking.

It was as if he was surrounded by gentle spring water, and he enjoyed this feeling very much, so when the man played the piano, he always watched quietly from the side.

The man lowered his head slightly, half-closed his eyes, and let his long black hair hang down on the ground. He was wearing a long white robe with splashed ink, and the wide sleeves trailed the ground, looking ethereal.

He looked dazzled, and then thought of his previous life, most of this man always liked to wear a silver battle robe, standing upright among all demons, with a heroic posture, but just wielding a three-pointed double-edged knife with one hand made the demon world frightened The god of justice is also the number one god of war in the heavens.

In fact, after taking off the cold shirt, the man is always gentle, with a kind of gentle and elegant feeling. If he uses the words of the world, he is a gentleman as beautiful as jade.It's just that he rarely dresses up like this. Mo Chen knows that his uncle is always cold and cruel in front of others.

This is his true love.

The strings of Jiuyuanqin are beautiful, and every melody seems to be able to invade the heart. It is very strange. He thinks that now his demons are rooted, and he can't control his increasingly restless heart, but every time Yang Jian plays the piano, his heart It also quieted down, and even the power of Zi Yuxiao, who had been irritable and fluctuating before, was calmed down.

When he was on the rise, Mo Chen would stand aside and play the purple jade flute. When the sound of the flute and the piano intertwined, it gave him a strange feeling. The wonderful sense of fusion of flesh and soul.

In fact, even Yang Jian found out that whenever they played the qin and flute together, the pain caused by the toxin on his body dissipated a lot. He remembered what Feng Ling had told him before, and felt a little curious about Jiuyuanqin.

This Qin is Kunlun's accompanying artifact, but why did it become his weapon?Yang Jian pondered for a long time, but he lost the memory of the past, and instead let him stand in the position of a bystander to think.

He is very aware of his abilities. Even though he is in charge of the Desire Realm and has a pivotal position in the Heaven Realm, he is also confident that his current ability can remove the ancient gods and have few opponents in the Three Realms. But he also believes that for Kunlun, He doesn't take these things to heart, because that one is the God of Creation.

But this made him even more confused, why did Kunlun choose him?Mo Chen's purple jade flute, his Jiuyuanqin, and some unknown people who appeared.Mo Li, Bai Xiao... and Xu Jizi.

He learned from Feng Ling's memory that this Taoist priest was his benefactor and later taught him a lot of immortal arts, but his appearance was too coincidental, not to mention that although he lost his memory, he was not stupid. There is no trace of this Taoist priest even if he skims the historical records of the heavenly realm.

It can be seen from this that this Taoist priest named 'Xu Jizi' is not a simple character.

In charge of Tianshan Tianchi, the guardian of Ziyu Xiao, possesses Shui Linglong who can undo the seal of Ziyu Xiao... Should he guard Ziyu Xiao, or... seal it?

Since he lost his memory, he has never seen that elder, and that elder has never appeared. Yang Jian is not sure about the origin of that person, as if that person has been hiding behind him, just watching.

Just thinking about it, I felt that I was being stared at by a pair of eyes that knew everything. Yang Jian paused, and the sound of the piano was messed up.

When the sound of the piano became chaotic, he no longer had the intention to play the piano, and thinking about it, it was fortunate that Mo Chen was no longer there, otherwise he must have been worried.

It's just that Mo Chen wasn't tired of being by his side today, but this man went out mysteriously early in the morning, and he didn't know what he was doing?

And what exactly is Mo Chen doing?He dismissed all the guards in Sansou Palace. There were only Mo Chen and Yang Jian in this huge palace. Although it was daytime, it was too quiet and daunting.

Maybe it's because the lifespan of the gods is too long, time is just a blink of an eye for them, year after year, from the perspective of the mortal world, there are too many memorable days in a year, and these days, for the gods In terms of it, it is insignificant.

The world is now full of wars. In such a chaotic era, the arrival of the new year does not bring them any more joy, but Mo Chen has his heart on it.

In the past, Yang Jian didn't lose his memory, and he didn't think the New Year was so important, but now, he can't wait to make up for each other every festival.

He himself did not understand why there was such a sense of urgency.

It has been a long time since Mo Chen personally selected the ingredients. In his memory, he often helped his father buy vegetables when he was a teenager. Now that I think about it, it was a long time ago. The past is like a dream. He is still in a trance.

He personally picked the freshest vegetables, bought another piece of fresh pork, and then returned to Sansou Palace with a bag of flour. As soon as he entered Dongyuan, he saw Yang Jian half leaning in the water pavilion, as if he was closing his eyes. Eyes repose.

But as soon as he stepped into the water pavilion, Yang Jian opened his eyes vigilantly, and relaxed his body when he saw it was him.

"Shen, who are you?" Yang Jian was a little surprised, looking at the vegetables and meat in Mo Chen's hands, he asked, "Are you planning to cook yourself?"

"En." Mo Chen narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Jian, do you know what day it is today?"

Yang Jian was slightly stunned, "What day?"

"It's the Spring Festival." Mo Chen leaned over and kissed the man's forehead, "Happy New Year."

The Spring Festival was originally a day for family reunion, but in Sanssouci Palace, it seemed extraordinarily deserted.

Mo Chen looked at the man who was concentrating on kneading his face, and his heart softened a lot. He didn't expect that this man could cook, but this man lost his parents when he was young and had to take care of his younger sister. He groped for many things by himself. , it must have suffered a lot.

He stirred the dumpling stuffing, and waited for the man to roll out the dumpling wrappers. The two of them started to wrap the dumplings. Mo Chen made the dumplings very slowly, but stopped involuntarily after wrapping them.

Mo Chen watched the man's movements without making a sound. Yang Jian made the dumplings very quickly and smoothly. It seemed that nothing could be difficult for him. Looking at the full and crystal-clear dumplings, Mo Chen couldn't help but think of decades ago. At that time, all the dumplings All the people are there, they gather around a table, eating and having fun, it's very lively.

Mother is here, father is also here, Xiaoyu is not missing, Dingxiang is not dead, and even Aunt Chang'e really cares about him.

At that time, he thought, how lucky is he, Mo Chen, to get everyone's love for him?Family, friendship, love, he has it all.

Year after year, the world has changed, only the reunion remains unchanged every year during the Spring Festival, but now, the only people reunited are him and his uncle.

They are all gone...

"Shen?" Yang Jian's gentle voice recalled his memory, "What are you thinking? So obsessed?"

Mo Chen shook his head hastily, and said with a smile, "It's nothing, I just think the dumplings made by uncle are really pretty, much prettier than mine!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at his masterpiece in aggrieved manner.Yang Jian scratched his nose pamperingly, "Okay, let's cook first."

Mo Chen also put away his melancholy and sighing, and hurried to help him. Watching the round dumplings 'jump' into the pot, Mo Chen couldn't help smiling, and interlocked fingers with the man beside him.

This smile fell into Yang Jian's eyes, but he became even more sad.

Just now, he sensitively noticed the strong sadness in this man, just like the sadness of being abandoned by the world.He must be missing Third Sister and the others.

On this day of reunion, there were only the two of them left. Compared with the bustle of the past, such aloofness seemed even more sad.

He saw Mo Chen staring straight into the pot, and gripped his hand tightly. He shook his head amusedly by his nervous look, and felt that the bigger the man, the cuter he became.Until the water started to roll, Mo Chen smiled excitedly, like a child who hasn't grown up. "Jian, it's all right! How about a taste?"

As he spoke, he picked up a dumpling and blew it hastily, until it was a little colder before he brought it to Yang Jian's lips.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and took a bite.Mo Chen stared straight at the dumpling as it entered Yang Jian's mouth, and looked at him expectantly, "How is it?"

Yang Jian seemed to think for a while, and then said slowly, "Not bad."

Mo Chen's eyes lit up instantly, he had been hungry for a long time, and when he heard the man say that, he put on his chopsticks, picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth.

It's just that he forgot that the temperature of the freshly baked dumplings would definitely scald a layer of his skin. He was so anxious that he forgot to cool it down before, but now that a piece of dumpling was stuffed in his mouth, it was so hot that he screamed, neither spit it nor swallowed it. No, it's just that she was scalded with tears in her eyes, her mouth was red, and she looked at Yang Jian pitifully, while opening her mouth, she stretched out her hand to fan her lips.

Yang Jian laughed very unkindly, that laughter was definitely gloating!Mo Chen stared at him accusingly, which made Yang Jian laugh out loud.

"Jian..." Mo Chen hummed dissatisfied.

"You really haven't grown up yet, Shen." Yang Jian couldn't help shaking his head when he saw the man's pitiful appearance. He stretched out his hand to hook the man's waist, and fell forward of his body.

"Hot... um..." Mo Shen puffed his mouth, unable to speak.

Just as she was about to spit out the dumplings, she saw the man leaning forward and kissing his lips.The cool and soft tongue wiped his mouth and teeth little by little, and finally licked his tongue that had been burned sorely in a comforting way. The moist tongue curled around his tongue, entangled gently, teasing the other's desire, Mo Shen's brain became hot, and he was completely immersed in the other party's gentle kiss, but... when did his dumpling be taken away by the other party.

Mo Chen was thinking drowsily.

Two large plates of dumplings were eaten by the two of you, which definitely made the viewers blush and dried up in a heartbeat. Mo Chen touched his red and swollen lips, and then stared at Yang Jian's same red and swollen lips, feeling that the beautiful festival of the Spring Festival should really be Vigorously publicize, to carry forward this festival...

The setting sun was completely hidden below the horizon at this time, and the sky was getting darker and darker, until finally it was completely dark outside.

Mo Chen pondered the sky and thought that the time was just right, so he couldn't help but take Yang Jian's hand and walked towards the gate.

Although Yang Jian was a little puzzled, he thought that Mo Chen had said that he had given him a gift, was it for this?

After he walked out, the lanterns surrounding the river shocked his eyes, and a long fiery red ribbon was reflected in his eyes. Shocked, Yang Jian slowly approached the river.

The sky is bright with stars, and the lanterns are floating on the river, forming a bright long belt at a glance, red and fiery, bright and eye-catching.The candlelight is reflected on the river water, blending with the reflected stars into a beautiful picture.

Such a scene is too shocking, too heart-wrenching, at least Yang Jian feels that his heart is viciously shaken at this time.

"Ji, someone once said that two people who love each other write each other's name on a lantern and put them into the water together. If the lantern keeps drifting forward, they will be together happily forever." Mo Chen turned his head, black Her hair was light and her blood-colored eyes were full of love.

In his hands are two lanterns with his and Yang Jian's names clearly written on them.

"Together... shall we?" He handed the lantern with Mo Chen's name engraved on it to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian was startled. He looked at the man in front of him. Thousands of candle flames were imprinted on his cheeks, which was very soft. However, those bloody eyes, which should have been a terrifying color, made him feel so dazzling and so charming. .

"it is good……"

He watched the two lanterns drifting forward, a little wobbly at first, which made Yang Jian a little worried, but after a while, the lanterns joined the many lanterns and drifted steadily into the distance.

In his memory, there seemed to be a faint picture of him standing on the river bank with a boy in black, doing the same thing.

He has forgotten, their past, all the good memories, he has forgotten, and now the only thing he remembers is Mo Chen.

Suddenly, Yang Jian began to feel distressed. He turned his head and stared at Mo Chen's quiet side face. He was watching the lantern at this moment with great concentration. Yang Jian knew that he was recreating those memories.

What kind of mood does he have to recreate these memories?

Yang Jian felt that his heart began to ache, as if he had been feeling distressed for this child all along.

"Jian..." Mo Chen turned his face slightly and smiled at him.

"I'll take you to another place." He held Yang Jian's hand, walked on the bank of the river, and walked downstream along the river. The tightly clasped hands of the two made them unwilling to break the beautiful atmosphere. .

The two walked to a huge old tree, all the leaves had fallen off, the branches were thick and lush, and they were covered with red cloth strips.

Mo Chen took out two red silk cloths from his sleeves, on which the two names were embroidered with hot gold thread.Obviously, this is what he prepared very early.Yang Jian felt that his eyes were a little dry and his chest was stuffy.

He watched Mo Chen tangle their long hair together, the black hair reflected in his eyes, making people feel inexplicably sour, Mo Chen put the black hair into a red pouch, and the two tied the red silk cloth to the branch.

"Married as husband and wife, there is no doubt about love..." In the memory, the young man smiled brightly and shook hands with him.

On the same night, he looked at Mo Chen's still bright smile, and his slightly red cheeks under the candlelight.Yang Jian hugged Mo Chen tightly, as if he wanted to completely rub him into his flesh and blood.

He really couldn't let go of this child.

He felt the pain in his heart, he knew it was because he was tempted, but he couldn't restrain himself, if love made him feel pain, then let it hurt like this.