The setting sun revealed a hint of red light. The peach blossoms, which were originally flower buds, were even more beautiful than the blooming flowers. Under the setting sun, they revealed a different charm. The blooming flowers were dotted with stars, giving off a sense of beauty as they stepped on the setting sun to look for flowers.
As Mo Yurou shuttled through the forest, a satisfied smile appeared on her face. Her eyes were like stars, reflecting the peach blossoms. The corners of her mouth curved into a rare deep arc. Her elegant long dress swayed with her pace, and her clothes even revealed a flowing light. It was very beautiful. For a moment, one could tell that she was really like a fairy in the forest.
Unfortunately, no one knew about this beautiful scenery.
When she entered the depths of the forest, she saw a pot of tea placed on a stone table. Beside it was a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. Mo Yurou looked around but did not see anyone, so she walked over.
There was a poem written on the paper in a flamboyant manner: At the beginning of the small peach blossoms, two or three flowers were broken, and the depth of the peach blossoms scattered the remaining clouds.
Mo Yurou picked up the piece of paper, wondering who was in the mood to write a poem with a pot of tea? He suddenly thought of Tang Bohu's peach blossom poem and couldn't help but feel itchy. He took out an unused piece of paper and wrote: The Peach Blossom Monastery in the Peach Blossom Cove, under the Peach Blossom Monastery is the Peach Blossom Immortal. Peach Blossom Immortal planted peach trees and plucked peach blossoms to exchange for wine money.
Mo Yurou thought that it was impossible for her to write a poem. Although she had read a lot, she did not seem to be as good as the ancients who could write a poem. However, she had a lot of ancient poems in her mind, and it was rare for her to be elegant.
Suddenly, she realized that she had subconsciously written the word " Ling " in the poem. She secretly cursed in her heart. Just as she was about to do something, she saw a figure walking towards her from all directions. She did not know why, but Mo Yurou actually turned around and ran away, as if she had done something wrong.
She waved her clothes and disappeared into the depths of the peach blossoms in an instant. She came and left silently like a fairy. However, she didn't realize that the person who came was a little unusual.
It wasn't that Ye Moli didn't see her figure. It was just that when he sped up his wheelchair, that person had already disappeared into the peach blossom forest. He could only see the flowing light flickering in her clothes.
Ye Moli frowned slightly. He didn't know why he had sped up. It was as if he wanted to see this person. That was his subconscious action. It was as if he would miss something if he was slow.
Looking at the place where the figure disappeared, Ye Moli sighed and laughed at his own actions. However, when he turned around, he saw the poem that person had written.
It was clearly a beautiful word, but it revealed the life of an idle person. It did not seem like what the woman had described, but it had to be said that it was wonderful. From far to near, it presented the immortal in the painting in front of him. In just four short sentences, six peach blossoms were used repeatedly, and the ink was heavy.
Ye Moli couldn't help but say the word " wonderful ", but he suddenly froze and stared at the words in the corner.
Even if he died, he would never forget this word. Ye Moli quickly took off the sachet beside him and carefully took out a handkerchief from it.
The handkerchief was slowly opened. There was a peach blossom embroidered on it, and a familiar word-Ling.
In comparison, this was clearly written by the same person. Ye Moli held the handkerchief tightly. He had actually missed it. He had actually missed the chance to see her again.
Ye Moli pounded his own legs hard. If it wasn't for his disappointment, he wouldn't have missed it, wouldn't have…
At this moment, he felt as if he had returned to a few months ago, when his legs had just begun to show signs of weakness. In the next second, he was sitting in a wheelchair dejectedly. Even if he saw her, so what? He could not give her anything.
If he was still the perfect Ye Moli, if he was able to completely control the government, perhaps…
Ye Moli put away all his emotions and sat down like an iceberg. The temperature around him suddenly dropped like stagnant water. There was no life, only endless coldness.
Why wasn't there any message? It's so hard for Kitten to write. Everyone, give me some reaction.
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