This is an emotional short written by Lao Mo in his spare time. Readers and friends who have finished reading, while waiting for Lao Mo’s update, you might as well write this short one that Lao Mo thinks is just right.【】

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Nature: short story

Author: Mo Yanwu

The season of May is the pleasant spring breeze. There is a large mountain to the west of Linzi, the capital of Qi State, called Graceful Mountain. Every spring, the mountain is full of camellias. During the flower blooming season, the mountains are covered with green grass and red flowers, colorful and colorful.

Zhengqunfang is really a good place for reciting poems, gathering friends, admiring flowers and hiking in the mountains.

Mo Ziyan, who is in his twenties this year, came from the Mo sect and is the direct disciple of the Mohist saw. His Mohist swordsmanship is ever-changing and airtight. There have long been rumors in the Mo sect that Mo Ziyan will be the next generation.

The saw. But he himself didn't care at all. He didn't care whether he saw the saw or not. He only wanted to have Mohism in his heart, feel for the people, bring benefits to the world, and eliminate harm to the world.

Linzi City is three miles long and wide. The city walls are high and the city gates are all reinforced with copper and iron. The thick red painted copper gates are eight meters high. The city has twelve main roads, the widest and longest of which leads directly to the palace.

Changsheng Street is wide enough for twelve horses to walk together, and the road surface is all paved with bluestone. The twelve main roads also connect hundreds of small and large trails, connecting the entire Linzi traffic in all directions. Inside the city

There are splendid palaces and antique pavilions. The wealthy merchants on both sides of the road occupy the entire street. The economy in the city is quite developed. Even late at night, you can still see the bright lights in the distance. The Ministry of Housing has done statistics and there are a total of merchants in the city.

There are 3,429 hotels, of which almost half are catering and accommodation. There are also dozens of brothels and other fireworks places. It is truly a scene of prosperity, a strong country and a prosperous people.

On this day, the city of Linzi was very lively and busy with traffic. The streets were very lively and it was very difficult for pedestrians to walk. Mo Ziyan was going on a long trip today, and his master told the neighboring country Yan that he needed to mediate on behalf of Momen.

He simply packed up his clothes and brought some silver. He was dressed in plain clothes and the Mohist sword was wrapped in cloth and carried on his back. Following the rising sun, the tall Mo Ziyan looked like a tree.

Simple yet elegant.

Following the flow of people in the market, he finally reached the city gate and handed the Mo Zi Ling to the guard. The officers and soldiers guarding the city only glanced at it casually without taking it, and let him pass respectfully. Mo Ziyan walked out of the city gate calmly.

With a smile, this Mo Ziling is much more convenient.

The road from Linzi to Yan State is not far, and it passes along the coast. If you walk, you may not be able to reach it within a few months. But Mo Ziyan did not prepare horses, and the master did not specify a time, so he could gain some experience along the way.

, just treat it as a sightseeing tour.

We walked all the way to the west without deliberately rushing. We walked about fifty miles before we reached the Graceful Mountain. It was already noon, and the camellias all over the mountain were very beautiful. Mo Mo, who originally wanted to take the path around the mountain,

Ziyan decided to go directly over the mountain.

All the way up the mountain path, the green grass and trees on the roadside and the pleasant scenery made Mo Ziyan keep slowing down and breathing in the unique scent of Graceful Mountain mixed with the fragrance of flowers. It felt deep into his heart, instantly taking away all the fatigue.

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"I didn't expect that this place is so beautiful. I don't feel tired after walking so much." Mo Ziyan smiled softly to himself.

The scenery halfway up the mountain was even better. Not only were camellias blooming everywhere, but they were also of different varieties and colors, which made Mo Ziyan couldn't help but stop.

While I was admiring the scenery, I suddenly heard a burst of singing that appeared and disappeared. Although the sound was sometimes vague, the timbre was extremely beautiful, melodious, and gentle to the ears.

"What a beautiful singing voice. The woman who sings must be beautiful." Thinking of this, Mo Ziyan followed the source of the sound to find it.

The farther you go, the more beautiful the flowers bloom on both sides, and the road becomes more and more difficult to walk. The previous winding path is no longer clear, and the loess under your feet is all dyed with a layer of new green.

"There's no way!" Mo Ziyan lowered his head and muttered to himself. But he couldn't help but trample on the newly bloomed camellias, so he had to walk carefully. Fortunately, he had good martial arts skills. Although it was difficult to walk,

But it's not difficult.

After a while, the scenery in front of me suddenly opened up. It turned out to be a lake. The spring water on the lake was stirring. Beautiful camellias crowded the lake embankment. The mountain breeze blew and the fragrance came to my nostrils. There were also a few budding willows just leaning on the lake.

On the lake surface, wicker branches are printed with the spring breeze, creating landscape splash-ink paintings on the lake surface.

At this moment, Mo Ziyan found a figure emerging from the lake from time to time. When he got closer, it turned out to be a girl bathing in the lake. Although her back was turned to him, the half of her body that was exposed out of the water was very enchanting.

I just feel like my mouth is dry, my thick black hair hangs down my shoulders, my back is as white as mutton fat, and my figure is exquisite and lovely, but it is actually looming in the blur.

"who?"

Mo Ziyan was so absorbed that he accidentally overturned a rock under his feet. The girl in the lake felt something strange behind her, so she hurriedly sank into the water with only her head exposed, and asked in a panic.

"Uh... so beautiful!" Mo Zi couldn't help but admire.

The appearance of a woman is just like that of a fairy from heaven descending to earth. She has curved eyebrows, a pair of big watery eyes that tell the story of the girl's otherworldliness, a slightly tilted nose, and a blush on her cheeks caused by nervousness and fright.

, the red lips as thin as cicada wings actually trembled slightly.

"Who are you?" The girl's heavenly voice came, and Mo Ziyan couldn't help but tremble deep in his heart. The voice was so beautiful.

"I'm sorry, girl. I didn't know that the girl was bathing here. I saw the beautiful mountain scenery and heard the girl's singing, so I came here in search of the sound. I'm not..."

Before Mo Ziyan could finish speaking, the girl said again: "You...can you turn your back?"

Mo Ziyan was about to say more, but he heard the girl ask him to turn his back. He reacted immediately and said hurriedly: "Uh, sorry." After saying that, he turned around, but the girl's image flashed through his mind repeatedly.

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After a while...

"Okay, you can turn around now."

"Huh!" Mo Ziyan breathed out softly, and there was a slight sweat on his forehead. After hearing the girl's instructions, he turned around. He saw that the girl had already put on clothes, a goose-yellow gauze dress, and underneath

Wearing a white undershirt, the cuffs are tied with two slightly darker ribbons. There is still no decoration on the head, and it is still vertical to the waist.

The two looked at each other like this. Mo Ziyan was completely fascinated by the woman's otherworldly temperament, and the girl had never seen a stranger, maybe... it could be said that she had never seen a real human being.

.And the girl who can tell at a glance that Mo Ziyan is a mortal is naturally a bit more.

The two of them felt a little embarrassed for a while and couldn't help laughing.

"Girl, you are the most special woman I have ever seen. You are so beautiful." Mo Ziyan said this without any frivolity, his eyes were clear, and he really meant what he thought.

"Giggle..." The woman chuckled, feeling that the man in front of her was interesting.

The two chatted for a while and became familiar with each other. It turned out that the girl's name was: Xiaocha. She grew up in Grace Mountain since she was a child. She didn't know who her parents were and she was alone. Maybe it was because she was a fellow traveler in the world. She had no parents since she was a child, so she was the only one.

Mo Ziyan, whose relative is his master, chatted happily with Xiao Cha.

Xiaocha told Mo Ziyan the strange and interesting things that happened in the mountains since he was a child. Even Mo Ziyan, who had lived in the busy city for a long time, couldn't help but want to live in seclusion in this paradise without caring about the world.

Mo Ziyan, on the other hand, told Xiao Cha all kinds of things in the world. He specially picked some funny and happy things, but he did not mention that now is the time when the Seven Kingdoms are fighting for supremacy, the war is raging, and the people are in dire straits. He feels so

Girls who are not exposed to dust should not know which ones.

The two of them chatted from noon until late at night, and there seemed to be some strange sparks between them. When their eyes met, the two red lips slowly moved closer together.

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After one night...

In the early morning of the next day, Mo Ziyan woke up from his dream and asked about the fragrance of the tea in the air. It was the same light and pleasant fragrance as camellia. He opened his eyes and waved his arms unnaturally, only to find that there was someone beside him.

Empty.

What is going on? Is this just a dream? But if it is a dream, why is it so real, Xiaocha! Thinking of this, I can't help but reach out and touch my chest, but I touch a piece of softness and bring it to my eyes.

One, it turned out to be a snow-white camellia.

Staring blankly at the delicate flowers in her hands, and recalling the dream-like memories of yesterday, she unconsciously murmured: "Little tea..." and then stood up.

At this moment, Mo Ziyan found words written on a stone in front of him. When he walked in, it turned out to be a poem with beautiful handwriting: "When I meet you by the waves of the lake, I don't know how much love there is in the world. I only worry about the time when I cry when I say goodbye."

"Don't forget a camellia."

"Little tea!!!!" Mo Ziyan held the white camellia in his hand and shouted with all his strength. The lingering sound was lonely.
Chapter completed!