It was Meng Fuyou, who was dressed in white. For love white this is similar to Han Mo, can not care how to maintain this clean. Just after the rain, his clean white clothes were splashed with mud, and he didn't care much about it.
More happy carefree, at this time hand holding a covered wine pot, face is a school of joy. "Ah Mo, long time no see. You said that you would come so many days when you went out, and you didn't come to me, which made people sad! "
The man pastes on Han Mo, regardless of whether the other party dislikes his behavior. Qian Sangsang was stunned. She knew why han Mo just showed his face. "Didn't you say that if you come in advance, you should say hello?"
"Oh, dear." Meng Fuyao asked in surprise: "didn't I send a letter to you? Didn't you receive it?" This, Han Mo unable to refute, also lazy to accompany that person acting. Heart is naturally received, but the moment before entering the door should not do a few.
Qian Sangsang Snickers on one side. Han Mo's face is shriveled, but it's hard to see. Meng Fuyao didn't care when he received the man's cold shoulder. Anyway, she was used to it. She put the wine pot aside and sat down in a slightly clean place.
"I'm just here to drink with you today. I won't say anything else." Pointing to the wine pot beside him, Meng Fuyao explained his purpose of coming here this time. Han Mo slightly Leng for a while, and then slowly nodded.
It must be because something happened. Meng Fuyao is a eccentric person, but he is also a person with his own principles. Think of that year, Han Mo reluctantly because of some emergencies and that person get to know, count up so many years also received a lot of help.
Many years later, Han Mo is getting bigger and bigger and has the ability to solve all the things that happen around him. Meng Fuyao appeared around him less and less. He was more than forty this year, but his appearance was only preserved in his twenties.
"You..." Han Mo looks at Meng Fuyao's sideburns and wants to stop talking. There is a wisp of white hair hidden in his black hair like green silk. Meng Fuyao turned over and inadvertently blocked Han Mo's sight. In the past, the white hair was hidden very well.
After all, time is passing, and what belongs to the world will eventually fade away. All the order and familiar taste collapsed, and a brand new one was built in the torment of time.
Han Mo Leng for a while, and then into the inside, not much time to take out three cups. Two of them were filled with wine, and the other one arrived and put it in front of Qian Sangsang. During this period when no one spoke, Meng Fuyao stared at Qian Sangsang with a smile.
Wait until everything is over, looking at Meng Fuyao's face, Han Mo still did not control himself, hesitated to: "look at you, but what's the trouble?" That person has never appeared in front of his eyes for no reason, usually when something happened.
Xu didn't expect to be asked like this. Meng Fuyou was stunned. Then he said with a smile, "it's just that I haven't seen you for a long time. Some of you miss amo. After all, I'm leaving. Maybe I won't have a chance to meet again in the future. "
Go? Han Mo's heart rose a little uneasy, like just beginning, this person's every move is like to say goodbye to him. "Where you're going, if you're going." Can not help asking, in exchange for just a smile and gently shaking his head.
"Go back where I should be." Meng Fuyao's answer is not clear at all, which makes Han Mo frown slightly. "It's all coming to an end, whether it's pain, joy or entanglement. Now that it's over, it's time for me to go back. "
That person's words sound more and more like a riddle. What's going to end, and why do you have to leave now? "Don't worry." Looking at Han Mo's dignified face, Meng Fuyao said with a smile: "it's just going back."
Han Mo stares at the person in front of him for a while, slightly relieved. The man in front of him has known him for more than ten years, and his every move is already familiar. When you lie or feel guilty, the right corner of your eye twitches slightly. Now it doesn't.
It is gratifying to see that what the man said is true, that he will not die, at least. Looking at Han Mo relieved, Meng Fuyao quietly laughed in his heart. He has lived for many years, and this hidden emotion is just a piece of cake for him.
Han Mo thinks that his little habit, but he deliberately pretends to let Han Mo know. Yes, he won't die, but he won't live. To be exact, it should be the dissipation of the physical body, while the body is the eternal floating in the void.
While Meng Fuyao was meditating, he saw Mo drink all the wine in his cup. Then he brought up the bottle and filled it with a glass. He said, "I still decided to do that. No matter how much pain there is, I will face the deepest doubts in my heart."
Qian Sangsang was confused. What were these two people talking about? Were they playing a riddle. Relative to Qian Sangsang's incomprehension, Meng Fuyao was stunned and then came to smile. In front of this person, finally let people see his growth, is no longer the child.
Now he not only has his own ideas, but also has what he wants to do. No matter how wrong it seems to outsiders, Han Mo still chooses to face his heart.On the side of the woman, Han Mo with deep feelings. When he was in the world of cultivating immortals, he was not without people's attentions, so he took the initiative to deliver newspapers to smelly boy. But this guy who doesn't understand the amorous feelings is bent on cultivating immortals and doesn't care at all.
If he didn't know that the roulette of destiny would open one day, Meng Fuyao would feel that this person would die alone, just fighting with the promotion of spiritual power level.
That woman's appearance has broken all these, Han Mo is deep to Qian Sangsang. This can be seen from the fact that he has been guarding her and protecting her, and is willing to follow everything, regardless of the ends of the earth.
"Good." In order to drive away the unhappiness in his heart, Meng Fuyao suddenly thought that he was cheering himself up and said aloud. Drink all the wine in the glass, and then throw the glass to the ground at will. They split into pieces.
"Since it's something you've decided, Shifu won't interfere." Yes, if you have to haggle over everything, Han Mo must call Meng Fuyao a master. Although they are masters and apprentices, they never use the title of master and apprentice.
For Meng Fuyao suddenly mentioned this thing, Han Mo, who is usually cold tempered, I don't know how to react. He was also a teacher and friend, and he took care of himself in martial arts and life like his father.
If you think about it this way, it's absolutely not too much to call master. That is to say, but for Han Mo, who was short of fatherly love since childhood, he didn't know how to respond to each other's feelings.