Kite falling into red dust

Shangguan Xuerui looked at where he was looking, and her eyes became a little hazy, "Is that person really that good?"

"No, he is not perfect, he has done a lot of bad things," Murong Mingyu shook his head, but a smile appeared in his eyes unconsciously, "But the widow has no way to hate him, but loves him to death .”

"Why?" she asked, confused.

"When you really fall in love with someone, you will understand." His smile was bitter and sweet.Shangguan Xuerui couldn't help but become more and more curious about what the lover he said was like.

"Let's talk," Murong Mingyu looked at Xiao Langhao who was sitting opposite him, saying that he was here to play chess with him, but in the end he didn't even realize that he was in a dead end, "You came here today to find the widow, why is there someone else?" What's up?"

"What can I do?" Xiao Langhao put the chess pieces on the chessboard as if nothing had happened, "Isn't it because you are bored in the palace all day, and you are in a bad mood recently, so I came here to play chess with you to help you relax Take a look."

"You're still playing chess with me! You don't even know you're dead."

"Ah?" He was stunned for a while, and carefully looked at the battle situation on the chessboard, "Really!"

"Still telling the truth?" Murong Mingyu is now more and more imposing as a king, Xiao Langhao couldn't help but tremble when he heard a simple sentence.

"Uh... well..." He faltered, looking around, "Where did the black wood go?"

"You have something to do with him?"

"Oh, it's okay! What can I do with him? Just ask him!"

Murong Mingyu pretended not to see the obvious flustered expression on his face, and said indifferently: "Today is the death day of his parents, and he went to the back mountain outside the palace to worship them."

"His parents?" Xiao Langhao was surprised, he had never heard Mo Yuan talk about his parents.

"That's right, Mo Yuan also has parents," Murong Mingyu looked at him with a faint smile, "Even if you think he is like wood, he is not carved out of real wood after all, and he still has feelings."

For some reason, Xiao Langhao felt that Murong Mingyu looked at him with some deep meaning, which made him feel a little nervous, so he quickly stood up and said: "I just remembered that there is something wrong with my family, so I will take my leave first, and I will come to see you another day." You play chess." He quickly slipped away.

Behind the palace is a not-so-high mountain with primitive pines and forests on it. When they were young, Xiao Langhao, Murong Mingyu and Murong Mingshuo often went to play on it.

Xiao Langhao looked for Mo Yuan while climbing up the mountain along the route he had taken when he was a child.

In the pine forest, there seems to be some smoke smell of burning paper money.Xiao Langhao sniffed hard, hoping to find him.

A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him: "What are you doing here?"

"Ah!" He quickly turned around and punched the opponent hard, "What are you doing? People are scary to death!"

After being punched, Mo Yuan said without changing his face, "Are you looking for me?" "Don't be so stinky," he folded his arms on his chest, "I'm here to revisit the places I used to play in my childhood. Yes, I just want to ask you, what are you doing here?"

A small dirt bag covered with snow, a wooden tombstone, and some ashes of paper money in front of the tombstone.

Xiao Langhao stood solemnly in front of the tombstone, "You never mentioned your parents."

Mo Yuan's expression is also very solemn, "When I was ten years old, my parents were killed by bandits. I survived at that time. I was in a hurry to escape, so I cut a piece of cloth from each of my parents' clothes. I have been carrying them with me for more than ten years. By my side. Later, when I met the king, he told me that my parents should be buried in the ground, even if it is a tomb, it is also a shelter for wandering souls. I buried the two pieces of cloth here."

Listening to Mo Yuan's narration of those experiences that had absolutely nothing to do with him, and looking at the shabby tomb in front of him, Xiao Langhao's eyes turned red and his nose felt sore for no reason.

Although he did not experience so many hardships, he lost his mother shortly after he was born, and his father left him to become a monk before he became an adult.In a way, they are actually very similar.

"Are you crying?" Mo Yuan asked in surprise, "I didn't cry on the anniversary of my parents' death, why are you crying?"

"That's because you have no feelings!" Xiao Langhao yelled at him angrily, turned his head, raised his arms and wiped his tears with his sleeves.

Mo Yuan was not angry, turned to him, took his hand wiping his tears vigorously, stared into his teary eyes, and asked: "What's wrong?" His tone was surprisingly gentle, Xiao Langhao almost doubted The person in front of him was transferred by someone else.

"I miss my mother..." It seemed that he had suppressed it for too long, and Xiao Langhao didn't feel ashamed anymore, so he squatted on the ground, buried his head in his knees, and began to cry.