Pojun left the letter and left. He was waiting here just to give him the letter.
"He arrived last night, and left without saying a word after dinner. The old ones are still the wisest..."
Li Mo sat in this newly built inn and opened the letter in the dim morning light.
The handwriting is not very beautiful, but it is very neat.
"Brother Li, when you see this letter, I will be gone."
The cooperation between the Celestial Clan and Mo City must continue. Today's mortals still need to rely on the power of the Celestial City. You know, someone must go in the end. With my position in Mo City, no one can say anything.
If we lose this battle, Tianren City will be in chaos. I am old now, and I will only feel at ease if I hand Tianren City over to you.
You once told me a story about Zhuang Zhou dreaming of being a butterfly. Later, someone came to me and told me that the world I live in now is fictional. There is an "upper world" outside our world. He said he has the ability to take us to the real world.
Later, I wondered, is there a bigger world outside the upper world? What is real and what is virtual?
I still remember you said, Brother Li, that people should live in the present.
Tianren City is great, everyone is great, and the good memories are not false, so to me, it is real.
That person must have not only come after me, but also the Celestials. I don’t know how many of them will think that protecting Celestial City is no longer meaningful.”
“Every crisis is a crisis, but opportunities are hidden in every crisis.”
There was no confusion or heaviness between the lines, but instead a sense of relief.
The main business was already said on the first page of the letter.
The tone at the end no longer sounded like Dong Changtian's, as he talked about the ordinary days of these years.
"When you first left, everyone was so panicked."
"My sister-in-law said it's okay, you will come back, and she changed the name of the town because she was afraid you wouldn't be able to find the place when you come back.
“In fact, I was also panicking. I have been farming for half my life, and suddenly the village has become a town with tens of thousands of people. How can I manage it? But every time I think about it, you even gave me the magic sword, and I can’t let you down when you come back.
"I started learning to write and read. Fortunately, Dong Lian and Dong Yi were very good. My two children have loved to follow you since they were young and imitated your way of speaking and doing things. It seems that they have learned quite well. The mark of our ghostwriter was set by Dong Lian.
Later, they both passed away, and our Dawang Village became Mocheng.
The city has grown, and I've gotten older, so I've become bored, so I started practicing swordplay with the stick you gave me. I never thought I might have quite a talent for swordplay."
Later, I learned a technique of using the sword. I could kill anyone within reach with the sword. It turns out that Brother Li, you had already seen that I had the talent for this.
Unfortunately, I got older and could hardly use my sword moves. I always wanted to wait for you to come back and show you, but unfortunately you never remembered me.
Now that I can leave my strength in a foreign land, it’s not a regret. If I really have to say a regret, it’s that I didn’t get to drink in your and sister-in-law’s wedding.
It's your turn to wait for me this time, right?"
Seeing the two crooked words "Erniu" in the signature, Li Mo suddenly burst out laughing.
The first time he taught Erniu to write, he wrote his name on the field.
A night of snow did not stop the sun from rising.
Li Mo put away the letter and walked into the pure white street of Mo City illuminated by the morning light, where people were coming and going.
He acted as if he had not seen the letter and bought breakfast as usual, steamed dumplings, xiaolongbao and clay pot soup, and also ordered the chili and vinegar that Bingtuozi liked.
When they returned to the courtyard, Ying Bing had just gotten up. Two stubborn tufts of hair stood up from her messy black hair. It seemed that because it was Li Mo who came in, she did not force herself to turn on the phone.
"You slept so soundly, did you know I would come back?"
Student Xiao Li seemed to be thinking about something.
If he really wants to leave, will Bingtuozi wait obediently in bed for his breakfast?
No wonder I didn’t say anything last night, it turns out I was acting him.
Just as he was thinking about it, a snowy foot poked out from under the quilt. Li Mo raised his eyes and met her clear gaze.
Oh, socks.
Li Mo went to get a pair of socks and put them on her.
Ying Bing: “?”
"What's wrong?" Li Mo coughed lightly and realized that his movements were too smooth.
Ying Bing narrowed her eyes and looked at him: "Did you remember something?"
"Ah? I want vinegar and chili too. My memory has always been good." Li Mo looked confused.
As he said this, he put breakfast on the table.
Ying Bing ate a spicy and vinegar steamed dumpling, biting his chopsticks and asked, "Why did you come back? Aren't you going to the foreign land with the Celestial Clan army?"
"I was going to go, but that old guy, Lao Dong, was too fast and I couldn't catch up with him."
Li Mo shook his head and said, "Plus, the Celestial Clan treated me as an undercover agent, so they let me come back. Oh, and the boss also left me a letter."
"What did the letter say to make you stay here peacefully?"
“It’s a bit too much.”
Ying Bing pursed her lips: "Then please make it short and concise."
Li Mo solemnly handed her a steamed bun: "He wants to drink at our wedding."
“.......”
Ying Bing's cheeks twitched slightly, and he always felt that there was something more about classmate Xiao Li today.
His eyes were still clear, but not as dull as before.
Otherwise, how could you know how to extract the essence? To make a long story short.
When I was putting on my stockings just now, my hands had their own ideas. A true technician will use certain techniques even if it is unconscious...
Nine out of ten things are wrong.
Ying Bing lowered her eyes, sizing him up out of the corner of her eyes, and said casually, "I stood for a long time yesterday, I'm a little tired, help me rub it."
Her voice was very soft, but Technician Li felt like he was struck by lightning.
After a moment, he finally revealed the fact that he had already recalled his past.
The snow-white little feet are placed in your arms, and classmate Li is a person who can't control his hands.
Which cadre can withstand such a test?
Well, this is called the professional quality of a technician, this is called loving what you do.
After Li Mo was exposed, Bingtuozi's dark eyes made his scalp numb. After a while, he said seriously:
"Old Dong has bought a lot of time for Mocheng, I have to make use of this time."
"Ask any questions you have."
"I am still observing the nine orifices of the spirit, and there are more and more shapes in the small world, but the inner scene seems to be as far away as before. Why is this?"
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