“There is no peace between us and good things...” Fang Yao still did not look up, seemingly determined, indifferent, but his mind was imagining the appearance of ink away from being violent and thin.

A little bit of pain.

But there is some anger.

What he did to torture himself so much that he could not solve anything.

Mo Xuan saw Fang Yao did not care at all, pulled her sleeves and said urgently: "Then you can go and see my brother, he does not eat or drink, I am afraid he is sick."

"Don't worry, people who practice martial arts are usually physically better than others, so occasionally dieting will not affect health."Fang Yao put the scar paste on the tip of his nose and smelled it, trying to find out the ingredients in the smell, but his thoughts were unable to concentrate.

Mo Xuan could not be sad, he said so much, and urged and asked, that is, she was not moved, did she really not care about her brother?

Did she really want to break up with her brother?

He grinned, and Mo Xuan felt aggrieved.

For his brother's hopeless to be reunited, but also for their own cold.

Because at the beginning of the whole, Fang Yao did not even lift his head, did not take the right look at him, he was not caught in the cold what.

He bowed his head, and Mo Xuan no longer spoke.I don't know what I'm thinking, the eyebrows are tight, but the little face is too weak.

The square who is practicing the words is seeing this strange look, and I want to help him, but I look at the decisive attitude of the second sister, and there is nothing to help.

Li Yuelan, who sat on his head sewing new clothes, also sighed silently, indicating that love could not help.

She did not agree with Yao Er and Mo away from the two of them, and in any case, they were very different.

Even her mother-in-law is not suitable, let alone anyone else.

In addition, even if the ink is sincere to Yao Er, the Fang family will always climb him, will the people in Mofu be kind to Yao Er?

Wouldn't they despise Yao Er and Yan Yue because of their poverty and low-beam?

These are unknowns, but they are likely to happen.

She would rather be ordinary, ordinary, than go to the big family to suffer such grievances.

So, it's still well!

Although Mo is now suffering, that is also the immediate thing, for a long time, in his condition, will find better.When better comes out, he will soon forget Yao.

Long pain is better than short pain.

Fang Yao did not think that he would be wronged by leaving Mofu with Mo in the future, and the Mo family's people, Mo Yan was the real master.And can control his thinking, and determine his fate is the son of heaven, the master of this world.

She does not want to leave her family's life because she is not willing to leave!

That's too selfish.

She is a poor person, she should live a poor life, he is a prince, and sooner or later he will return to his position.They are two worlds, and she has spent her whole life to take care of her family and her livelihood.He is facing the battle of the court, the battle of the throne, and the future will fight for the whole world.The responsibilities and obligations on the shoulders of light are too great and one too small, so how can they be all the way.

Breaking up is their life.

If fate is so, then they can only be sure of heaven.

Fang Yao had a heart to comfort Mo Xuan, but he could talk to his mouth and stop.Mo Xuan is young, some words he may not understand, some words do not say that when he grows up in the future, he will understand himself.

That night, Mo Xuan remained in the house.In addition to the fact that Fang Yao's attitude was a little colder, Mo Xuan felt that everything else was okay.

Li Yuelan served him to wash and sleep, and returned to the fire, but Fang Yao still lay in bed with his eyes open, unable to sleep.

She sighed, I think she was still thinking about the matter!

Yao Er has always had a hard heart, Mo left and treated her so well, she is also a human feeling.

But time should wash away everything, she thought.

Fang Yao was lying on the bed, turning over and over several times to sleep.Because as soon as I closed my eyes, Mo left that cold face automatically appeared in her mind, with a faint sadness, and deeply questioned, as if she did not understand why she did not want to give him another chance.

That made her feel pain, and even her breathing became heavy.

She went under the pillow and touched out a few books, the top one printed with the words "Smell of the Case".This is exactly what she borrowed from Mo to take care of the big plan in order to deal with Cao Shen-chao.

In a blink of an eye, it’s been almost a month.

She has always said that she still has to go, but she has not been able to go, and always such things have plagued themselves without time.

When I got to the back, I didn’t want to pay it back.

The days when I went to Mofu to visit, I rarely remembered even this.

Fang Yao looked at the book of the book, and the eyes were more dim.In his study in his room, because of the things of Cao God-in-law, his truminant and commanding, is now in his ear.Once beautiful, like a horse lamp flashed in front of her eyes, the so-called gambler, probably said is her scene at this moment!

Fang Yao took a deep breath and gently put the book back, but when he lowered his eyebrows, he saw a corner of the clothes that fell under the pillow.

A gray brocade coat, ink off.

On that day she fell into the water and was saved by him, he was afraid that he would catch cold, took off his coat to her, covered her, and then he confessed that she had fled, and even forgot to give him back his clothes.

Back at home, she quietly washed the clothes, thinking about waiting for some time, and returned with the book, but never had a chance.

The slender fingers were slowly touched on the brocade, this dress, just under the pillow, at hand, just in front of the eyelids, the unique fragrance and cold taste above, the non-porous exploration into the tip of her nose, is so familiar, as if the ink is in front of her eyes...

Fang Yao closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he were greedy for this taste, but when his eyes opened, he flashed a firm and absolute touch.

No, she can't go on so sad, her strength should not just be the surface, if not, when she can go out from the shadow of ink!

Fang Yao quickly put away the clothes and books, carefully wrapped them, put them on the end of the bed, thinking that tomorrow Mo Xuan would go back, let him take it back together!

If she sees Mo Yan, she should open her mouth.

She said the first time, she couldn’t say the second time.Because her heart is not so hard.Because all the bad words hurt him, hurt him, and hurt himself.

Fang Yao thought of letting Mo Xuan let this passer-by, but the next day just before dawn, the carriage of Mofu was at the door of the courtyard.

Driving outside is still a thousand.

Seeing her, Fang Yao subconsciously glanced in the direction of the curtain.

She is not left to the shape of the ink, she will come, he should come too!

Although she was separated from her master, she was an old acquaintance and a savior of the master, except that she was not optimistic about this relationship, and Fang Yao still had many places worthy of her respect.

Fang Yao nods to her, but his eyes are unable to help but look behind her, extremely absent-minded.

Across a yard, across a thick curtain, no face, like the scene in the mind before last night went to sleep, his pain, the cold in his bones is so real, as if the ink away from me is in front of her.

He was at the door of her house, but he was late to get out of the carriage.

She knew that he had come to find Mo Xuan back, and that he had always loved and cared for his brother, and could not be sloppy.

But she was in front of him, didn’t he want to look at her?