The day is not old, the love is endless (Dongling Mo extra)

In this world, there are always some things that don't need a reason to do. Just like now, he knelt outside the magnificent hall, looked at his biological father sitting in a high position, and said indifferently, "You are the prince of the Western Regions. How about paying a little for the people and the Qianqiu Society of the Western Regions? It's just for you to go to the North to make protons. What's wrong with you?

Dong Lingmo knelt on the ground, and his knees were numb with pain. Hearing his father's words, he bent down again and kowtowed fiercely on the ground. "Father, my mother is seriously ill, and the child wants to stay to take care of his mother."

"Presumptuous!" The man in the dragon robe was furious, "You are not a doctor. Why do you need to take care of him?" Is it possible that there is no one to take care of your mother in the Western Regions palace?

He finally had nothing to say, so he had to kowtow again, "My son is obedient."

When he was sent to the North, there was only a carriage and a bodyguard. The carriage gradually went further and further. He heard the voice behind him, "Brother Dongling...Brother Dongling..."

He turned around, lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, and saw a tearful picture running behind him. Next to him stood her, her father, the mighty general of the Western Regions.

Donglingmo had no expression. He turned around again, curled up, leaned against the carriage, and said nothing.

After a few days of bumping, he finally arrived in the territory of the North. It was an eunuch of the North who came to pick him up. His voice was shrill and he commanded the crowd to take him to a yard near the river, and then left.

Then the bodyguard also left, saying that he was going back to recover his life. He dragged his tired body in and found a place to lie down. In the night, tears slid down his young face.

That year, he was thirteen years old.

No one cares about him, and no one cares about him. He slept until dawn, and then he felt so hungry.

He stood up and wanted to find something to eat. He dragged his tired body around, but there was nothing to eat.

He was a little desperate, but the more desperate he was, the more he felt that he could not die like this. His mother was still there, and he had to go back to take care of his mother.

At this time, he met his master, Yingwu.

Yingwu is an extremely beautiful woman. She always comes here at night to bring him food and clothes, teach him martial arts and poison him.

He always felt that Master was the most beautiful woman in the world, but until that day, he met the woman who changed his life.

He has food and clothes. He sits by the river in a daze every day. At night, the master will come to teach him martial arts, so during the day, he sleeps all morning, and then sits by the river in a daze in the afternoon.

He remembered that that afternoon, a very ordinary afternoon, he sat by the river with a grass in his hand to bask in the sun, and the river suddenly rippled. He looked up and saw a little girl about ten years old sitting on the boat, sliding oars towards him.

The little girl was dressed in cyan clothes and embroidered with a circle of patterns at the cuffs. Her thin body seemed to have infinite strength. While rowing the oars with difficulty, she picked lotus under the lotus leaves.

Donglingmo hid himself inward. He didn't want the girl to see him, but the girl parked the boat on the shore and smiled at herself, "Hey, come and help me..."

The girl's childish face was a bright smile. Donglingmo was stunned. It was not until the girl stamped her feet and called him again that he hurriedly stood up and forgot to wear shoes, so he ran to help her stop the boat.

After stopping the boat, the girl covered her mouth and smiled and said, "Why don't you even wear shoes?"

Only then did he find his embarrassment and hurriedly turned around to put on his shoes. The girl followed him, walked over and sat by the river embankment, took out a section of snow-white lotus root from the basket beside him, washed it twice in the river, broke it hard, and handed it to him, "Well, it's for you, eat it."

Donglingmo looked at a piece of lotus root handed over by the girl and was stunned for a long time before reaching out to take it.

The girl sat down beside him and smiled, "Who are you? I've been here before. Why have I never seen you?"

Donglingmo touched his head and said, "I'm... newly moved here."

The girl smiled and said, "My name is Xia Mengning, and I'm from the Prime Minister's Mansion..." Speaking of this, the girl seemed to pause for a moment and then said, "My family lives in the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Donglingmo didn't care and whispered, "My name is Donglingmo."

This is the first acquaintance, the green time, intertwined with different emotions.

They will meet again every day in the future. Until one day, there was no smile on her face. Donglingmo was very worried and asked her all the time, but she refused to say anything. It was not until the end that she cried and rolled up her sleeves and showed him the wound on the back of her hand.

Shocking, the back of her hand was full of blue and purple scars. Dongling was annoyed and suddenly stood up, "Who is it? I'm going to avenge you."

Xia Mengning hurriedly stopped him and cried, "It's useless, it's useless... It's the second brother. The second brother is very popular with his father. It's useless..."

Donglingmo suddenly softened. He clenched his fist fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "It's all useless to me!"

Xia Mengning cried and shook her head, "No, no, no... It's today... Today, my mother said that she would marry me to the Prince of Mojun to be a concubine and pave the way for my sister. I didn't want to be a concubine, so I resisted a few words and was beaten by the second brother..."

To be a concubine? Donglingmo was stunned, and then grabbed her arm. "Why do you want to be a concubine? Why? How old are you?"

Xia Mengning cried and said, "The daughter of our family is like this... It paves the way for the direct daughter..."

That afternoon was an afternoon that Donglingmo could not forget until his death. Because of his incompetence, he could not protect the people he wanted to protect.

So, since then, he has become particularly diligent, practicing martial arts and reading. He simply forgets to eat and sleep.

He thought that as long as he could work hard, he could protect her and keep her from crying and wronged.

Seeing her shed tears in front of him, he was so uncomfortable that he almost suffocated. How he thought he could take it out for her and help her teach the group of people who bullied her.

But he can't, so he can only make himself strong. Only when he is strong can he protect the people he wants to protect.

Then, he told Xia Mengning about his background. Xia Mengning listened quietly and finally said, "Brother Dongling, it turns out that we are all poor people..."

Donglingmo didn't say anything, but suddenly felt warm. It turned out that it was Xia Mengning who reached out and hugged him.

"Brother Dongling, fortunately there is you, Ning'er is not afraid..."

Donglingmo's nose is sore. In fact, what he wants to say is that it is lucky to have you, otherwise he may have died long ago.

This is the woman who changed his life.

Then, he was finally taken back to the Western Regions and never saw Xia Mengning again. He thought about the time in his mind and thought that he must come and take her away before she came, but then he came, even before Xia Mengning and he came.

What I met was a completely different Xia Mengning.

She is still the same as before, and seems to be a little more beautiful than before, but her eyes are cold, hypocritical, polite, and even when looking at herself, they are strange and indifferent.

He didn't know whether she still remembered herself, so he made a lot of tips. It was not until the end that he really knew that she had forgotten him.

She had a marriage with Changsun Yun. After knowing the news that night, he was going crazy. He wanted to kill Chang Sun Yun with a sword and grab her back, but he didn't dare. He didn't dare to appear in front of her at once.

It's just because he can't stand Xia Mengning looking at him like a stranger.

In the woods, he watched Xia Mengning stab the dagger into his body. It was painful, but no matter how much the physical pain was, it was not as painful as the heart.

When walking barefoot through the ropeway, it was painful, but no matter how painful it was, it still couldn't resist the pain brought to him by Xia Mengning, who would rather risk her death to save Changsun Yun.

In the Western Palace, when she took her heart's blood over and over again, it was painful, but no matter how painful it was, it couldn't match the pain of her waking up in the middle of the night and leaving quietly.

All the pain is not painful. Donglingmo feels that as long as it is related to Xia Mengning, it will hurt, but it will not hurt.

It doesn't hurt. For example, that time in the forest, he vomited blood, but Xia Mengning was worried about him, so it didn't hurt. On the cliff, he fell off the cliff, but Xia Mengning was worried about him, so he didn't hurt.

When you fall in love with someone, the pain and no pain are both in her hands. You hand over your heart, and at the same time hand over a dagger that can kill yourself at will to her. If it hurts, you have to endure it. If it doesn't hurt, you have to bear it.

He remembered that once upon a time, there was a heavy rainstorm in summer, lightning and thunder. She couldn't go back, so she could only follow him back to his room. It was very dark at night. They didn't have candles. Xia Mengning took a delicate small bamboo basket from the box beside her, which contained a lot of fireflies. She smiled and handed it to herself and said: "Brother Dongling, you see, with this, you won't be afraid of the dark."

Donglingmo took it over. Sure enough, the fireflies flashed and lit up the night.

Xia Mengning sat on her knees ** and leaned against the wall and said, "Brother Dongling, I am very humble in the prime minister's house. Everyone can bully me and my mother. We don't have candles, so I often catch fireflies by myself. Brother Dongling, let me sing you the song of fireflies."

Donglingmo nodded and heard Xia Mengning humming softly, "I'm not afraid. It won't be dark. When it's dark, there will be fireflies, and fireflies will illuminate the night..."

That night, Donglingmo had not slept. Xia Mengning's head was placed on his lap and slowly fell asleep. The firefly was like a twinkling star. With the light of the firefly, Donglingmo lowered his head and touched Xia Mengning's lips with his lips.

This is the young love that belongs to the teenager. It is the night when the teenager is determined to deliver his heart for the first time. Two cold lips leaned together, one decided to give this life, but the other was smiling in his sleep.

When Donglingmo recalls this scene, there is always an impulse.

He wanted to ask, " Ning'er, don't you remember me? I'm Brother Dongling."

She used to say nothing to herself, was so close to herself, and was as good as herself. Why, why did she become like this?

Finally, he recognized this cruel fact. Xia Mengning had completely forgotten him, and she also fell in love with Changsun Yun.

He was crazy, regretful, annoyed, and even wanted to die, but until the end, he still watched her turn away and disappear into his vision.

Is it because the love is too deep?

It should be.

He looked at the carriage that went further and further away, thinking of every scene he had met her, every word he had said to her, and everything he had done for her.

Finally, tears flowed out. He stood on the high wall and watched her carriage gradually go away. He shouted softly, "Ning'er...Ning'er...Xia Mengning..."

It seems that such a call can make his heart not hurt so much. Only when he shouts out like this can he feel that he is still alive.

The waiter next to him came forward and whispered, "Regent, it's snowing. Don't you come back?"

He shook his head and waved his hand. The waiter hurriedly retreated and turned around and walked down.

Spread out his hand. What he put on his hand was the hair he took from Xia Mengning's head when he was leaving, which was just a thin one. He looked down and felt that her face seemed to be in front of him.

It snowed. He looked up and looked at the sky. I wish the snowflakes could hear his voice. Don't freeze her, don't cool her, don't... delay her.

He lived his life for her, so all the pain and sadness were not so important. What he always wanted was that Xia Mengning could be happy. There was nothing else.