Lights on the other side

Chapter 47

Those long years have already turned into dust in the world. If we meet again, after many years, how should I greet you?

Li Mo'er once said: "I was by your side when you were born. At that time, you looked like a mouse, with a huge forehead, no hair on your head, and you were still red..."

Yun Liujin couldn't listen anymore, and felt that he couldn't be so ugly, so he retorted: "Liar, how can you remember so clearly? How old were you at that time? Were you four years old?"

"I'm so smart, of course I remember, whoever is as stupid as you is."

Li Mo'er snorted softly, jumped down from the tree, and said triumphantly, "Look, this is called being as light as a swallow. If you jump down, you will be smashed into a cake."

When she said this, she was only ten years old, and the six-year-old him always followed her like a follower.

She disliked him terribly, always thinking about how to get rid of him.

"Oh, are you annoying?"

"Are you a brownie or a slug?"

"Follow me again and I'll beat you up."

Li Mo'er pretended to walk slowly, and when she turned a corner, she immediately oiled the soles of her feet and disappeared without a trace.At that time, he had short legs and couldn't keep up, and he wanted to cry, but he didn't cry.

He stayed there for a while, then turned around and told Li Mo'er's mother: Li Mo'er not only scolded him but also beat him.

That night, he heard the sound of reprimand from Li Mo'er's house, followed by the sound of Li Mo'er crying loudly, crying heartbreakingly and heartbreakingly.

Yun Liujin couldn't help feeling guilty, and the next day he automatically ran to her again, thinking: If you are beaten, you can get beaten, anyway, you can't beat her.

Li Mo'er almost couldn't control her hand, but when she saw Yun Liujin's white, tender and seemingly innocent face, she still stopped her hand abruptly.

"Forget it, forget it, my lord does not remember the faults of villains."

He followed her into the house, and she brought him a melon.

"It's not washed, just eat it."

Yun Liujin hesitated for a moment, but wiped it with his hand before taking a bite.

"Is it sweet?"

"Yeah." He nodded honestly.

Li Mo'er smiled secretly, and said, "Then you and I will go to the east melon field in the afternoon, there are a lot of them."

On the same day, he and Li Mo'er were chased by dogs and fell into the ditch for stealing melons.

Later, when they grew up a little bit, Li Mo'er gradually became a little girly.When her friends saw him, they would still make a fuss and say, "Don't play with him, don't play with him."

Li Moer always sighed helplessly, then took his hand and said, "Can you not hold me back?"

Time walked slowly, and they also walked slowly, passing through the streets and alleys.There are osmanthus cakes, mung bean soup, windmills, and legendary stories in the streets and alleys.Sometimes he and Li Mo'er would act as the legendary knights in the script.Li Mo'er and he had already practiced some sword skills at that time, so they took this opportunity to practice. Of course, it would not be a real sword, but just picked up strong twigs from the ground.

When Li Man'er was 12 years old, he planted a tree, a locust tree, at the entrance of the alley, and they sprinkled the last handful of soil together.

"In the future we will have a lot of Sophora japonica to eat."

She and Yun Liujin often climb up the tree to stroke the Sophora japonica flowers to eat when there is no snack.Sophora japonica has a slight sweetness when chewed carefully, just like the simple and shallow relationship between the two of them.

But gradually, people told him: Men and women have different seats at the age of seven, so don't always be with your sister.

"A girl? It would be weird if she was really a girl..."

Yun Liujin didn't understand at first, but later he realized it naturally.That day when Li Mo'er was bathing and changing at home, he was sitting bored in her room, and then he found a piece of red cloth next to her pillow.

Coincidentally, Li Mo'er pushed the door open and walked in. Today she was wearing a white dress with a red lining and a red belt.

"What is this?" He looked at the novelty, picked it up and asked.

Li Mo'er was shocked, and immediately rushed over and snatched it from his hand.

"You really, why are you flipping through other people's things casually?"

Later, she calmed down again and explained: "This is something for girls, don't move it casually."

"Ah? I don't need it?"

"Have you ever seen a boy in a bellyband?"

Li Mo'er rolled his eyes at him, and said again: "Okay, of course you wore it when you were young... I've seen it before."

After these words, Yun Liujin felt a little awkward, but he couldn't speak out.Afterwards, although the two still kept in touch, after all, they couldn't play around like they did when they were young, and the people next to them reminded them too much, so they became estranged.

Yun Liujin sometimes sees her, she is either practicing sword or reading a book.

The Li family has many children, and she has high spirits.

Actually, thinking about it now, Li Mo'er beat him up and cheated him a lot when he was a child.But that kind of thin blood family relationship still pulls them together, and they are inseparable.

At the age of 14, Li Mo'er took up a sword and left home alone, leaving the remaining sword to him.

He also vaguely knew something at that time.

His mother, who hadn't spoken to him since he was born, had a conversation with him for the first time.The general idea is that taking care of him for so many years is not because he is her child, but because he is a child of the Yun family. He was not born for himself, and he has a destiny on his back.

"You two have opposite fates. There is only one living in this world. For the sake of the Yun family, I hope you are the one who survives? Do you understand?"

There is no warmth in his mother's beautiful eyes, just like those delicate porcelains, which are always so cool.

After this incident, when Yun Liujin and Li Mo'er met again, both of them had grown up.She was dressed neatly in white with a purple lining, and she carried a long sword wrapped in black cloth on her back.He is also dressed in white, with long eyebrows and eyes, and black hair tied up casually. He is already a handsome young man.

Seeing him, Li Mo'er was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said: "Yun Liujin? They are so big, really, they are taller than me, where did they come to me before? In front of the forehead?"

Yun Liujin opened his mouth with a smile, and just called out: "Sister Mo'er."

Standing there, the two of them really didn't have much to say. They knew each other's positions well, but it was hard to bring them to light at this time.

The relationship between the two is getting weaker and weaker, but the opposite side stands out like a sharp stone.After he went in to collect Yetian, the relationship between the two of them was really irreparable.

Life does not meet, moving like participating in business.

Li Mo'er in front of him was holding a bow and arrow, and the tip of the arrow was pointing at him mercilessly.

He once asked how Li Moer could remember what he looked like when he was four years old, but he could remember the appearance of Li Moer swimming towards him that winter when he was four years old.She didn't care that the ice floes would cut her, and that the river water was freezing to the bone for three or nine days, so she fished him out of the water desperately.

"I'm your sister, I don't care about you, the ghost cares about you?"

After that, no one really cares anymore.

He hasn't been home for a long time, and he doesn't know if the tree he planted has survived. If so, how many ignorant children climbed up to stroke the locust tree?

The arrow pierced through the air, and what appeared in front of his eyes was the intertwined faces of Li Mo'er in these two periods.In the icy water, her face was pale from the cold, but here, her face was stern, and she wanted him to die.

Yun Liujin remembered what he didn't finish that day.

"That was really in my life..."

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