Taoist

When Lingyuan woke up, he looked at the surrounding environment in a daze.

He clearly remembered that he was on a boat... no, not a boat.

But obviously...

In an instant, as if many broken pictures flashed before his eyes, Ling Yuan rubbed his brows, feeling that his memory was a bit confused.

He seemed to remember that he was dead, and then followed Yun Mo for thousands of years with an unknown existence.

But now this is?

Ling Yuan looked down at his hand and tried to shake it.

it is true.

He stood up, and there was still unfinished tea on the table in the room, and the exercises he had practiced were half-turned and put aside indiscriminately.

Yes.

At that time, he was still young, lazy, and always too lazy to clean up the room.

Looking at these familiar scenes, those long-term memories seemed to suddenly emerge, and many things he thought he had forgotten long ago were also recalled, as vivid as if the thousand years after his death were just a nightmare.

Is he, is he back again?

There was a sudden knock on the door outside, and Ling Yuan's heart suddenly tightened.

He was afraid that all this was just his imagination.

However, he still went to open the door, and there would only be one person who came to him at this time.

really--

Lingyuan looked at the young Yunmo who was still a small group, and was a little dazed for a while.

He has not seen Yun Mo like this for many years.

Seeing that he opened the door, Yun Mo got in with ease.

"Brother Lingyuan, I want to sleep with you tonight!"

Before Ling Yuan could say anything, the little ball had already crawled onto Ling Yuan's bed with its short legs.

At the end, he patted the bed board, blinked his big eyes and greeted, "Brother Lingyuan, come here quickly!"

It's too real——Ling Yuan thought to himself.

......

The days that followed were as usual.

Except that Yun Mo seems to be more attached to him.

This day, Tianlingyuan was sitting under a peach blossom tree in a daze. Yunmo had just brought him here excitedly, and then he went down to the stream in front of him with his trousers in his arms, saying that he was going to go fishing. Grilled fish to eat.

Lingyuan had no objection, so he let him go.

The stream water is very clear, it looks like it has just flowed over Yun Mo's knees.

There are many smooth pebbles at the bottom of the river, and there are many small fish and shrimps.

These little creatures didn't seem to be afraid of people, they happily swam around Yun Mo's calf.

After playing there for a while, Yun Mo excitedly waved to Ling Yuan, "Brother Ling Yuan, come and play with me!"

Ling Yuan: "No." That's too childish.

The sun was a bit dazzling, and the wind in the valley gently blew across the land, Lingyuan narrowed his eyes subconsciously.

He raised his head and raised his hands to block the sunlight in front of him.

The peach blossoms are dancing and the falling petals are colorful.

□□It's gone.

Everything here is too beautiful, too comfortable.

It's perfect, just like a fiction.

Yun Mo didn't know when he came up from the stream, his body was wet, and there were two plump-looking fish strung on the wooden stick in his hand.

He just ran up to Lingyuan with bare feet, held up the two fish and said excitedly: "Brother Lingyuan! Let's eat grilled fish!"

Under the sun, Yunmo's exposed arms were dazzlingly white.

Lingyuan: "Put on your clothes quickly, and you won't be afraid of catching a cold."

As he spoke, he took the fish from Yunmo's hand, "I'll make it for you to eat."

This fish is freshly caught, and it doesn't need much treatment, and its taste is already extremely delicious.

Set up a fire, and soon the fragrance came out.

Yun Mo sat cross-legged next to Lingyuan, holding his chin to look at the grilled fish for a while, and then at Lingyuan for a while.

"Brother Lingyuan, I'm so happy."

"Happy what?"

"Anyway, I'm very happy."

Lingyuan shook his head with a smile, and didn't argue with him, just handed over the grilled fish, "Here."

Yun Mo quickly took it, and it wasn't too hot, so he stuffed his mouth full in one gulp.He also said vaguely, "Good time...Brother Lingyuan, you can eat too."

Lingyuan lowered his eyes, looking at the flames jumping in front of him, "Well, let's eat together."

......

Later, Ling Yuan and Yun Mo left the valley together.

It's just that the world in this life has become extremely peaceful, and nothing happened to them along the way.

Stop and go, eat and drink.

Lingyuan almost thought that they were out for sightseeing.

They ate a bowl of wontons in the small town at the foot of the mountain, and then entered Furong City.

Furong City is very lively, with many vendors and tourists coming and going.

I heard that it will be their annual Flower God Festival in a few days.

"Flower God Festival! It sounds like it will be fun...Brother Lingyuan!"

"Okay, then we'll live in the city for a while."

They spent the Flower God Festival together and watched the parade of floats together.

The long float seems to have no end in sight, and there are many beautiful girls holding flowers standing on it.

Both sides were full of spectators, and the cheers seemed to resound throughout Furong City.

The city is full of fragrant flowers.

In the evening, Yun Mo took Ling Yuan's hand to go shopping.

The two came to a sugar painting booth.

The peddler laughed, "What style do you want, young master?"

——"What does Yunmo want?"

"I want to draw brother Lingyuan and me."

...someone seemed to have said the same thing to him a long time ago.

Looking at Yun Mo who happily took the sugar painting from the stall owner, Ling Yuan felt as if he understood something, but fell into even greater confusion.

As night fell, fireworks were set off in Furong City.

Ling Yuan took Yun Mo to the top of the tallest building.

The cool breeze blows gently, the whole Furong City is brightly lit, and above the dark blue night are gorgeous fireworks.

The two just lay their pillows on the cold blue tiles, admiring the rare beauty together.

After a while, Yun Mo took out the sugar painting he bought.

He was not willing to eat this candy painting, saying that he wanted to put it away.

In the painting, the two villains are holding hands, as if they will never be separated for a lifetime.

Yun Mo leaned towards Ling Yuan, "Brother Ling Yuan, we will be together forever, right?"

Ling Yuan touched Yun Mo's little head, and simply let him rest on his arm.

In the past, Lingyuan might have many answers to this question, but now, he just gave a soft "hmm".

After getting an affirmative answer, Yun Mo was also very happy, and he had to dig into Ling Yuan's arms again.

After staring at the sugar painting for a while, he carefully put it away.

After continuing to watch the fireworks for a while, Yun Mo turned his head to say something to Ling Yuan, but he saw that Ling Yuan had his eyes closed and seemed to be asleep.

Today is the fifteenth full moon, the moon is very bright, and the moonlight is beautiful.

Looking at people under the moon is also very beautiful.

Listening to the shallow breathing sound coming from beside him, Yun Mo's heart gradually settled down.

"Brother Lingyuan."

Yun Mo didn't shout out.

"Ling Yuan."

......

Furong City in this life is very stable, there are no evil cultivators, and no tragedies.

Ling Yuan and Yun Mo stayed here for a long time.

Then the two went to Daze together.

Only this time, Ling Yuan did not separate from Yun Mo.

In the secret place, at the bottom of the lake, Lingyuan witnessed the process of Yunmo getting that opportunity with his own eyes this time.

He even entered Yun Mo's "dream" together.

He saw Yun Mo - although this person's appearance was not the same as Yun Mo's, but Ling Yuan felt that this person was Yun Mo.

Then he saw the extremely tragic battle between immortals and demons.

Immortals fall almost all the time, clouds turn an ominous dark red, blood rains down in the world, and there is a strong smell of blood everywhere, most of the majestic Tiangong is almost destroyed...

And "Yun Mo" stood aside and watched all this indifferently, turning a deaf ear to those immortals' cries for help.

Lingyuan was just a fairy in this dream, and whether he wanted to or not, he eventually joined the war.

What happened later, Lingyuan didn't know.

Because the little fairy he turned into soon fell in this battle between immortals and demons.

He only vaguely remembered that the Heaven Realm was defeated in the end, and "Yun Mo" never appeared again.

Ling Yuan originally thought that he would wake up earlier than Yun Mo, but at the same time he opened his eyes, Yun Mo almost woke up.

There was a little green lotus mark on his eyebrows, and it disappeared quickly.

As soon as Yun Mo opened his eyes, he searched for Ling Yuan's figure, then rushed over and hugged his waist tightly.

Yun Mo used a lot of strength, and his expression looked extremely depressed.

Ling Yuan let him hold her, "What's wrong?"

Yun Mo replied in a muffled voice: "I don't know... I just feel a little uncomfortable."

Ling Yuan rubbed the top of his hair and comforted him, "It's all right."

"Brother Lingyuan." Yun Mo called out again.

"Ok?"

"You won't leave me, will you?"

In fact, Yunmo has asked this question many times.Lingyuan didn't feel bored, but every time he was asked this, an indescribable sadness would always emerge from the bottom of his heart.

He blinked, and his long eyelashes drooped, covering the somewhat confused look in his eyes.

But he didn't say anything, just replied, like many times before, "No."

He naturally discovered that Yun Mo seemed particularly insecure.Even though he was by his side now, he would still keep asking himself for an affirmative answer—like, he was afraid of being abandoned.

After a long time, Yun Mo let go of Ling Yuan's hand.

"Shall we go out then? I don't want to stay here."

"it is good."

——If this is what you wish, then I am willing to accompany you.

Ling Yuan lowered his head, watching Yun Mo put his hand on his palm seriously.

The young man's brows and eyes are still a little immature, but they are full of sincerity.Like the wind on a midsummer night, blowing all the way to the bottom of people's hearts.

The heart of the ironer is hot.

What is real and what is unreal?

Lingyuan only knows that the heartbeat at this time is true, and the intention at this time is also true.

No matter what happens in the future.

Maybe the vicissitudes of life, white clouds reciprocate.

Perhaps, the old man changed his mind.

"Amo."

The boy looked up at him suspiciously, "Brother Lingyuan?"

I like you.

--"nothing."

The author has something to say:

Thank you Liang Yuan and Moon for the nutrient solution!refill~

By the way——please collect and comment~~~~【Trying to be cute】