Mo Ling curled a smile on the corner of her lips, and she helped him walk up the attic.
Bai Weiwei glanced at him, why did he feel like Mo Ling smiled like a big bad wolf who caught a lamb?
After several steps.
Mo Xin suddenly broke the tranquility between the two: "Do you know? This was a bell tower used to be, which was very empty for hide and seek. The palace was so big, Mo Xin and I accidentally discovered it. There was a bell ringing father here. He was very old and he didn't know who Mo Xin was, so he only dared to scold us loudly. Mo Xin was very strange. He seemed to like being scolded very much. He liked to play here very much. He had a lot of fun every time. When he was tired of practicing martial arts and studying books, he would bring me here to play for a while. Every time he put the old man's aura of white eyebrows.
The hair was standing up. But later, Mo Xin...ah, even my father-in-law left. There were more people here that did not belong here. People came and went, and it was so strange that I couldn't sleep in those magnificent palaces. I woke up every night. So, I chose to move here, and only here can I sleep. I didn't move out until my brother succeeded to the throne." Mo Ling said deeply, his voice was always cheerful, as if this was the first time he spoke in such a dull voice, as if he was repenting.
This topic was too heavy, Bai Weiwei did not respond, and as he stepped up step by step, this was their memory, and she had no way to interfere or judge her mistakes.
The attic is on the third floor. Up to the third floor, you can look out with the railings and see the large scenery of Haoyuan's palace.
The evening glow scatters on the earth, and everything quietly presents a hazy and distant atmosphere.
The glazed tiled roofs of various palaces with golden colors nearby, the carved golden dragons hovering above the edges of the houses, and the busy palace servants in the small courtyards under their jurisdiction.
If you had visited the Forbidden City before, it was called fresh, but now Bai Weiwei's feeling is shocked. Just look down and the beautiful and majestic interior of the palace is so clearly displayed in front of you. You can see the busy palace maids and guards on guard in each palace. Looking at them from a distance, it feels so close, breathing is related, and it remains tight.
Bai Wei turned his head and looked at Mo Ling, and saw Mo Ling staring at a courtyard not far away. The palace was too big, too far, and the attic was not high enough. Bai Wei Wei couldn't see clearly, and intuition was particularly golden, like the Golden Palace in the distance.
"Looking at them, have you suddenly felt that life is just like this, what's the joy of life, and what's the pity for death?" Mo Ling held the railing with his hand, stared into the distance, and asked her faintly.
Bai Weiwei frowned strangely. Why is he so negative?
After thinking for a while, he pursed his lips and smiled: "I am just an ordinary peasant woman who likes ordinary days. She has no high demands on life. I stand here and see them. Although they are far apart, I am breathing the breath of the same sky as everyone in this world. We are closely related to each other, and we prosper and lose our losses. All lifelines are controlled here, this golden place. This place can make their lives calm and quiet, as well as make their lives busy, and they can make their lives miserable and peaceful. These all depend on this place, so when I stand here and look down on all this, I feel excited and excited."