122 The way home

This night, compared with usual, Mo Xiaoran went to bed very early, but Mo Xiaoran never fell asleep as early as usual, but stared out of the window with her water eyes and looked at the moon like her original world. She was inexplicably sad, perhaps because of today The topic that Xuanmo said in the evening reminded her of those tragic and memorable things she had experienced.

Suddenly, Mo Xiaoran listened to the busy footsteps outside and thought of the world where she used to be. Everyone was like a spinning top. Whether adults or children, we were always busy. When we were young, we were busy studying, out of class, and learning that. Some art that we may not like, busy with all kinds of vaccinations and exams; when we grow up, we are busy working, vacationing, traveling and socializing. We always can't stop, as if once we stop, we will disappear with it, but we complain, but we still insist. We have no choice. If we don't want to be eliminated by this society and this life, we must work hard until we no longer have the strength to be busy and we die.

However, even so, Mo Xiaoran still misses the old days, because at least at that time, when she was busy when she was a child, she would have her own dreams, and when she grew up busy, she would have her own goals, and the degree of effort was proportional to the degree of enjoyment. Instead of being so ordinary now, I can't find my own way forward at all. I eat and die like this every day, and I can't see everything I have.

In this way, Mo Xiaoran thought about some things all night. Her eyes were always wide open, her heart was empty, her mind was full, her body was gently, the night was quiet, her footsteps were messy, and her thoughts were tangled, but she was indeed awake.

The same moonlight, but two different worlds. Sometimes, Mo Xiaoran also thinks that such a thing is incredible. Educators since childhood should believe in science, but who can explain what all this is all about? If it is impossible to explain such a time travel situation scientifically, no one will believe that there will be a blood moon in this world, let alone think that there is such a different world in this world. They are relatively independent individuals. Mo Xiaoran smiled bitterly and slowly closed his eyes. There are too many people in this world that we don't understand, so let's pretend not to see it.

When the dawn of the next day had just arrived, the knock on the door sounded at such a time when he should have been asleep, which seemed so abrupt. Mo Xiaoran smiled faintly, and then closed his eyes and continued to pretend to sleep.

Sure enough, as soon as Mo Xiaoran expected, the door was gently opened. Xuan Mo quietly walked to Mo Xiaoran's bedside and sat down, and then the gentle voice sounded in Mo Xiaoran's ear.

"Xiao Ran, we're on our way." As Xuanmo spoke, he gently stroked Mo Xiaoran's bright cheek. When Xuanmo noticed the dark circles around Mo Xiaoran's eyes, he couldn't help frowning and then sighed silently. Such thoughtful children are really rare, but they are so heartbreaking. Many times, a person makes people feel distressed, not because of how poor a person is and has experienced some cruel things, but just the strongest appearance, a person's world, and a past that tries to hide. Even the brightest smile makes people feel sad. Because such a person knows how to protect himself, knows how to live, and knows that no one in the world will really experience your pain. If a prize-winning pain is on the surface, it will be heartbreaking at first, but after a long time, it will make people feel that it is disease-free moaning. Therefore, if there is suffering, we will keep it in our hearts, keep it well, and then live a bright life.

"En~" Mo Xiaoran made a shallow sound, then turned over and continued to fall asleep.

Xuanmo looked at Mo Xiaoran and smiled helplessly. Then he walked to the wardrobe aside and chose a light green skirt for Mo Xiaoran, who was still in a confused state. I don't know if he was sleepy or something. Xuan Mo suddenly felt that the little girl in front of him was this at this moment. He is obedient, and the question of why he becomes a tormenting little devil when he wakes up is really a headache for Xuanmo.

When Xuanmo packed up for Mo Xiaoran and came out holding her, all the people had been waiting in the carriage for a long time, waiting for Xuanmo and Mo Xiaoran to get on the car and start the way back.

There was no time to rest along the road. He was driving the car in the dark and night, which made people tired. Finally, on the evening of the third day, he arrived at the imperial city, the political and economic center of Chu.

Mo Xiaoran sat next to Xuanmo. When he saw the sign of the imperial city, Mo Xiaoran turned his head and looked at Xuanmo. Unexpectedly, Mo Xiaoran did not say anything and began to turn over the comic book bought on the road. It is said that it was a proud work of a talented female painter, mainly depicting Xuanmo can't remember the specific clan in the legend of a certain clan in the demon world, but remembers that it was a sensation at that time. However, such a talented woman who was praised by everyone as a talented female painter disappeared like this. There is no follow-up, and the book "Those Things in the Palace" will be gone. It has become a mystery. Xuanmo has also thought about what kind of flexible woman has the courage to draw such a painting that has never been tried before.

Such a question once again came to Xuanmo's mind. For some reason, Xuanmo suddenly looked at the child sitting beside him and had been quietly looking at the comic book in his hand. An answer was about to come out. However, Xuanmo thought about it again and shook his head. Although this child is very flexible and unruly, and his thoughts are not in line with the world, he is still a child after all. How can such a painting come from a child...

"Xiaoran..." Xuanmo looked at Mo Xiaoran gently shouting Mo Xiaoran's name. It felt very soft. It sounded like cream and made people very comfortable. Perhaps that's why Mo Xiaoran chose this man.

"Hm?" Mo Xiaoran didn't even raise his head. While looking at the pictures in the book, he casually issued a single syllable, which seemed to be asking, but it gave people a feeling of refusing to answer. Of course, Xuan Mo directly ignored this.

"Don't you want to ask something?" Xuanmo looked at Mo Xiaoran very seriously and asked. This question has been bothering Xuanmo for a long time. Xuanmo has never understood why Mo Xiaoran has never asked about their background. Normally, if you go with a person, you should always know the person's family background. However, Mo Xiaoran is good. He didn't ask anything and just left with him. I don't know if it means that Mo Xiaoran is big-hearted, the child thinks too little and has no sense of safety, or should he say that the child's city is too deep?

"Well, what does Xuanmo want the Lun family to ask?" Mo Xiaoran raised his little head and tilted his head to look at Xuan Mo. He asked the seemingly serious man opposite him with some doubts and confusion.

"Well, for example, where is this and where we are going, you don't ask?" Mo Xiaoran's rhetorical question made Xuanmo embarrassed, as if he really wanted to abduct and sell a little girl. What kind of idea is this?

"Didn't we go home?" Mo Xiaoran still tilted his little head and stared at Xuanmo with big eyes and asked puzzledly. However, we need to fully see the dark heart of a dark woman. You should know that although Mo Xiaoran's face is written with questions, he is secretly smiling. Maybe when everyone will be fooled around. I'm still worried about whether this little girl has been wronged. Alas, how to say, no one dares to call herself so except Mo Xiaoran, a man with a simple appearance and dark heart.

"Well, yes, let's go home..." Xuanmo is completely speechless at this moment. He really forced himself into a dead end. Alas, there is no need to ask such a question at all. What does a two- or three-year-old child know? Xuanmo couldn't help sighing, and then he seems to think of something again. As soon as the words changed, he still said to Mo Xiaoran seriously, "Xiaoran, this society is very terrible, so don't believe anyone easily in the future, let alone go with others without asking anything, you know?"

"Well, the Lun family knows birds, but Su, Xuanmo has always been with the Lun family?" Mo Xiaoran still looked at Xuanmo with his big eyes full of doubts. This time, Xuanmo was completely speechless. This was obviously to find something for himself to do. Through these days of thinking, Xuanmo knew Mo Xiaoran very well. This little girl seemed to be very small, but she knew a lot of things, not to mention ghost ideas. However, the most terrible point is not these, but when Mo Xiaoran is interested in something or something, he will figure it out no matter how long it takes. Well, it can also be said that this little girl is very persistent about something. If there is no answer, she will keep looking for it. Of course, Xuanmo absolutely does not object to such persistence. Persistence is a good thing. Most of the time, what we lack is Mo Xiaoran's persistence, but persistence will also become a kind of torture. At this moment, if the little girl didn't understand such a simple question, she would keep asking until he understood it, but Xuanmo thought that she might not have waited for the little girl to understand it, and she had been tortured crazy for a long time.

When I was talking about this, the moving carriage suddenly stopped without warning...

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