Chapter 113

Xiao Mo, who originally couldn't touch anything, actually grabbed Chu Jinglan's hand, which made him stunned. Before he could react, his hand was entangled by a huge force.

Chu Jinglan seemed to have used up all his strength, but using too much strength caused his hands to tremble, and it seemed as if he could not hold Xiao Mo anymore.

He couldn't believe it, and his eyes were filled with restrained yet subtle anticipation, waiting for just a word or a nod from Xiao Mo.

"...Xiao Mo?"

The cold wind blew in from the window. It seemed that it was going to snow again in Yingyue Sect. Xiao Mo followed his force and approached: "...Do you still have that snowman?"

This is something only he and Chu Jinglan know.

There was a strong wind blowing, and Xiao Mo was grabbed by Chu Jinglan and pulled tightly into his arms. The two arms were like chains, as if to lock him tightly.

Xiao Mo heard Chu Jinglan's and his own heartbeat. He climbed onto Chu Jinglan's back and responded to his embrace. When the snow outside the window fell again, Xiao Mo felt something warm falling on his shoulder.

...are tears.

Chu Jinglan didn't make a sound, but his chest was shaking and his breath was ringing in the cold wind. He tried desperately to restrain himself, but he could only hold back the sound with difficulty, and couldn't hold back the tears.

At this time, Chu Jinglan could still shed tears, unlike hundreds of years later, when his heart had dried up and he could no longer shed tears, and only his body could bleed.

Xiao Mo felt a pang of pain in his heart. He closed his eyes and leaned on Chu Jinglan's shoulder, unable to speak for a long time.

"I thought you..." Chu Jinglan's voice was inappropriate. He paused and then continued slowly, "No, you will come back, I know, I know."

The two consecutive "knows" are clearly self-consolation. Even Heaven doesn't know where Xiao Mo has gone and whether he will come back, so how can Chu Jinglan know.

I'm just waiting with all my heart.

Xiao Mo sniffed softly: "How long have I been away?"

"Two years."

Two years... So the enthusiasm that Chu Jinglan had hidden in the ice has not faded yet, but it is buried deep, making it difficult for outsiders to see. It is completely different from the dead Chu Xianzun three hundred years later, but the pain has already begun.

It's good to be back. Chu Jinglan felt relieved. His trembling hands slowly calmed down and his strength gradually loosened. He realized that he had used too much force and stepped back a little awkwardly: "Does it hurt?"

Xiao Mo shook his head.

Chu Jinglan's eyes were still red, but he raised his hand to wipe the corners of Xiao Mo's eyes. Xiao Mo's eyes were still filled with tears, and he smiled at him: "It really doesn't hurt. Do you believe now that I'm not hallucinating?"

Xiao Mo pretended to be relaxed in his tone, and Chu Jinglan immediately remembered that when they met in the Chu family in the lower world, Xiao Mo had asked him if he often had hallucinations, but Chu Jinglan didn't know who he was at that time and didn't reply.

Chu Jinglan didn't know why Xiao Mo didn't reveal his identity at that time, nor did he know why Xiao Mo came back to find him after a few days. He gave Xiao Mo a belated answer.

"I haven't had any hallucinations."

Although he couldn't help imagining some fragments in his mind after closing his eyes, he wouldn't see them when he opened his eyes. He could tell the difference, but sometimes he felt that if he really saw an illusion, it would be nice, at least... Xiao Mo was there.

Fortunately, Xiao Mo is back.

Chu Jinglan had a lot to say to him, but after the strongest emotions of the reunion had passed, he became awkward and didn't know where to start. The words were blocked one by one when they came to his lips, and it seemed that no matter what he said, it would be inappropriate.

After a long while, Chu Jinglan finally sorted out the details: "Tian Dao has found me, and I know what happened in the past."

Xiao Mo thought of what Chu Jinglan had mentioned: "Do you think it's not real?"

Chu Jinglan nodded in surprise, but the key point was that he knew Xiao Mo's identity and understood his purpose in coming to the world of cultivation: "The power of the old way is not as strong as before, and has been completely suppressed by the new way. Only the last bit of consciousness is left, and he is temporarily trapped in a mountain in Nanzhou."

It turned out that the location of the Du'e Sect in the future had been chosen at this time.

He said this just to ask: "So you're not leaving, are you?"

The last sentence is what he wants to know most.

Xiao Mo lowered his eyes: "Well, I won't leave."

He suddenly felt that it was stupid of him to think of leaving Chu Jinglan behind and coming back to find him after he had dealt with his own business.

It's understandable that she fell in love with Chu Jinglan and didn't want him to get involved in danger, but is leaving him alone really good for him?

Just look at Chu Jinglan's current expression and you'll know that's not the case.

If you want to do good for someone, it seems that everything you do makes sense, but it also seems that everything you do is wrong. When I read the storybooks in the past, I thought that the entanglements and grudges in them were not a big deal to outsiders. But when I was deeply involved in them, I realized that the word love is so complicated and beyond my control.

Only after entering the game, do you realize that there are some things you take for granted. When two people get along with each other, you don't have to consider too much, but you can't consider too little. When making decisions, in addition to the so-called "for him", you also have to consider the other person's feelings.

There is no right or wrong, but there is suitability. Between Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan, there should be a choice that suits both of them.

Xiao Mo's vision became hazy again because of the water vapor. He repeated, "I'm not leaving."

"I still have all your things, here..." Chu Jinglan stopped taking things out and pretended to put them back casually, "It's a bit messy, I'll sort them out and give them to you in a few days."

"No hurry." Xiao Mo suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and gave Chu Jinglan an expression suitable for a reunion. "My current situation is a bit special, and I'm afraid that my spirit will continue for a while."

Chu Jinglan: "Okay."

Then Chu Jinglan widened his eyes slightly, because in his eyes, the originally ordinary face slowly changed and turned into the face of Xiao Mo in his memories of previous lives.

It was not the demonic face that was somewhat similar to his own, but Xiao Mo's own beautiful and stunning appearance.

The memories given to him by the Heaven made him feel unreal, but when Xiao Mo really stood in front of him in his own image, Chu Jinglan felt that his heart was floating up to the clouds for a while, and then lying in the sea, with a plop, plop, and a sound like thunder.

Xiao Mo was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"...I saw your true self."

Xiao Mo: “Ah.”

Chu Jinglan wanted to say it was beautiful, but was afraid that it would be too abrupt. His ears turned red, and he didn't say it in words, but his expression gave him away.

Chu Jinglan, whose ears still turn red, will never be seen again in the future. Xiao Mo finally dug out some honey from the bitterness and smiled sincerely. This smile made Chu Jinglan's ears even redder.

Chu Jinglan coughed dryly and looked away hastily: "You still live in the room."

Xiao Mo: "Don't we always rest together?"

At that time, they often slept on the same bed. Chu Jinglan paused and said, "Okay... I'll go take a closer look at the snowman you made."

Chu Jinglan jumped out of the window and flew towards the snowman in the corner. Xiao Mo was standing by the window, looking at his figure with a smile.

Strangely enough, after coming into contact with Chu Jinglan, Xiao Mo could also touch other things, such as window frames, and his hands would no longer pass through them. Just now he said that the spirit might last for a while, but it didn't matter, being able to touch things was always a good thing.

When Chu Jinglan raised his hand and touched the snowman, the surrounding scenery changed again. Xiao Mo was no longer in the house, but on a path, still in Yingyue Sect, and Chu Jinglan was beside him.

Chu Jinglan was surprised to find Xiao Mo stopped walking and looked at him sideways: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Xiao Mo was relieved to see that Chu Jinglan still recognized him, but what were they going to do? Why didn't they have any prior notice?

Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan walked forward. The path was paved with bluestone slabs. It was not deep but very quiet. After walking for a while, they could faintly hear the sound of water and the air became humid. After turning another corner, Xiao Mo looked up and saw a huge waterfall rushing down, roaring loudly, and rushing towards the mountains.

What is even more rare is that there is a kind of glowing herb growing around the waterfall, climbing up from the cliff, piece by piece. The steaming purple air is like clouds, and with the diffuse water vapor, it really is a waterfall dropping three thousand feet, like the Milky Way falling from the sky.

Xiao Mo had not been to every place in Yingyue Sect, so he really didn't know the scenery here. They were standing at the best viewing spot, and Xiao Mo was looking at them. Chu Jinglan's fingers twitched, and then he slowly took out the storage container and handed it to Xiao Mo.

"All your stuff is in there."

Xiao Mo took the storage container and had no intention of checking it, but Chu Jinglan said, "Take a look."

Xiao Mo paused holding the storage container. His eyes swept over Chu Jinglan's pretending to be calm expression and curled fingers, and he suddenly guessed something.

This guess made Xiao Mo's heart skip a beat, and then it began to beat faster.

What special things are prepared in the storage container?

Xiao Mo pressed his fingers on the storage container and became inexplicably nervous: "...Okay."

He explored it and found that the room was tidy and neat, with something placed prominently in the middle: an open box containing a letter with "From Xiao Mo himself" written on it.

It is Chu Jinglan's handwriting. The strokes are like a dragon, with iron strokes and silver hooks. Xiao Mo cannot mistake it.

He took out the letter, and under Chu Jinglan's nervous gaze, he held his breath and opened the letter.

There was only a thin piece of paper inside with a sentence written on it.

[There are trees on the mountain and branches on the trees. I love you but you don’t know it]

There was a small and cute licorice flower pressed on the corner of the letter.

Others use peach blossoms to express their love. Licorice flowers are not as gorgeous as peach blossoms, but they are sweeter than peach blossoms.

Xiao Mo exhaled softly.

A beautiful scene and a piece of envelope, these are what Chu Jinglan once prepared to send to him. Perhaps when he looks up from the letter, Chu Jinglan will have another word waiting for him.

At this time, Chu Jinglan was thinking about how to be nice to Xiao Mo when he came back and how to express his feelings boldly. He didn't want to leave any regrets.

This is the heart of Chu Jinglan, who is in his twenties. It is a confession that will disappear in the long river as his heart decays.

Xiao Mo raised his eyes from the letter and looked towards Chu Jinglan.

Chu Jinglan waited in awe, and as soon as Xiao Mo's eyes met his, he immediately opened his mouth: "Xiao Mo, I——"

"I like you." Xiao Mo said.

Chu Lan's eyes widened in surprise, his hands trembled, and he stopped talking.

Xiao Mo held the letter in front of him and looked at him with a moist smile: "My heart is like yours, I love you, Chu Jinglan."

Chu Jinglan's breathing became unsteady, his eyes slowly turned red, and he walked towards Xiao Mo little by little, saying in a hoarse voice: "...It's my turn to speak."

"You've already said it." Xiao Mo held the letter in his hand, "I saw it, I saw it all."

Chu Jinglan raised his hand and tentatively touched Xiao Mo's face. Xiao Mo did not dodge or evade, but moved closer to his palm.

Like a dream, Chu was shocked.

He felt like his hands and chest were about to be burned, but he couldn't bear to let go. He moved closer to Xiao Mo, and kissed him between the eyebrows with a trembling voice.

"...I love you, Xiao Mo."

He finally expressed his feelings. The waiting and longing were too painful, but fortunately, what he waited for was mutual love.

The surrounding scenery began to dissipate. Xiao Mo seemed to sense something and tightly grasped the letter paper in his hand, but the letter paper and licorice flowers were also slowly disappearing. Although he knew that they did not exist and it was time for them to disperse, Xiao Mo's hands still subconsciously grasped them, but he failed to grasp the unique letter.

But his hand did not fall in vain.

Because Chu Jinglan held his hand.

This spiritual consciousness also realized something. It ignored the slowly disappearing scene around it and only had Xiao Mo's figure in its eyes.

Xiao Mo moved his lips: "I'm sorry——"

"I don't want to hear that," Chu Jinglan interrupted him gently but firmly, "I want to kiss you, can I?"

Xiao Mo nodded.

Chu Jinglan touched Xiao Mo's lips and left immediately, but his eyes were full of satisfaction. He grabbed Xiao Mo's hand and pressed it in front of himself: "Take me away, I've been here for too long."

He had been buried here for too long, so long that he almost forgot all the tenderness and promises he had ever made, as well as what he looked like.

Xiao Mo said: "Okay."

Chu Jinglan turned into a small ice-white ball of light in his hands, just like when he was in the inner palace, sticking to the little black mist ball.

The scenery fell like sand, and after it disappeared completely, Xiao Mo's figure appeared in Chu Jing's sea of ​​consciousness, among the withered night cereus, without moving from beginning to end.

Xiao Mo leaned over and put the icy white ball into the Night Flower. The Night Flower shook, and the dark, withered color instantly faded away. The silver-blue vitality returned to the petals, which softly stretched and bloomed. The flowers around it were also affected, and they raised their heads, showing signs of recovery.

The flower shook, as if greeting Xiao Mo, and Xiao Mo touched it with a smile.

When he turned around, Xiao Mo was stunned.

——The red lotus in the pond is in full bloom.

Moreover, many new red lotus buds have sprouted around it, gradually driving away the dead air in the pond.

The blooming red lotus floated to the edge of the pond. The first night-blooming lily that revived happened to be on the shore. It lowered its head slightly, spread out its petals, and snuggled up to the red lotus again.

Three hundred years later, they were reborn and met again.

Xiao Mo pressed his chest and immediately turned around and left the sea of ​​consciousness.

He wanted to wake up from his sleep and see Chu Jinglan immediately.

Xiao Mo opened his eyes suddenly. It was pitch black outside. The lights were on inside the house, and Chu Jinglan was sitting beside the bed, looking at him gently.

Seeing Xiao Mo wake up, Chu Jinglan met his gaze in surprise, as if he sensed something, and opened his arms towards Xiao Mo.

Chu Jinglan naturally felt the changes in his sea of ​​consciousness and the restoration of his consciousness fragments.

The warmth and surging affection that he felt with his spiritual consciousness were now filling Chu Jinglan's heart, and it was almost unable to contain it.

It was strange yet familiar to him, so warm that he almost felt overwhelmed.

He opened his arms, and Xiao Mo naturally hugged him and kissed his lips.

Chu Jinglan no longer had to worry about not getting a response, because the letter that had long been lost in the years actually received a reply from Xiao Mo in this way.

The red silk tent was warm, the belt was gradually loosened, and the two of them fell into the couch together. Their breathing became warm together, and they were infected by each other's warmth.

When Xiao Mo couldn't bear it anymore, he tilted his head slightly, but Chu Jinglan turned his face away, stepped forward, and swallowed his voice.

Xiao Mo raised his hands and put them around his neck. The gold chain was also heated and he could hardly feel its existence.

Even without the chain, they were definitely locked together.

Your heart is like mine, and I will never let you down.