Chu Yang walked out of the room and saw Mo Qingwu already waving her little hands and waiting outside the door. When she saw Chu Yang coming out, she couldn't help but pout and said: "Brother Chu Yang, you are so lazy. You got up so late. I
I’ve been waiting for a long time.”
"What are you waiting for me for?" Chu Yang was surprised.
"I'll go with you!" Mo Qingwu waved her little fist: "I want to see brother Chu Yang win the championship in one fell swoop!"
"No! It's too dangerous!" Chu Yang was shocked. At what time now, the little girl actually wants to cheer...
"It's okay." Zi Xieqing's voice said: "I will use my spiritual mind to monitor, and Feng Yue and the two have already gone. Bu Liuqing will look after Xiao Wu in secret. Xiao Wu will definitely be fine.
Just take care of yourself."
Chu Yang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "In that case, I feel relieved."
After breakfast, Chu Yang held Mo Qingwu's little hand, and they walked out of the door side by side.
Wu Qianqian looked at the backs of the two people quietly and sighed softly.
…
Walking in a piece of white snow, Mo Qingwu was dressed in red, which made her look as red as fire; her whole person was like a bouncing elf, full of vitality. Her pink face was filled with a happy smile.
Feeling the warmth of Chu Yang in the palm of her hand, the little girl felt even more happy and satisfied.
Chu Yang was shocked to discover that he had always thought that Xiao Wu had not grown up. Today, walking side by side, he realized that Mo Qingwu's height had reached his chin.
This figure can almost be considered tall among women. Moreover, her eyes are getting fuller and fuller, and her chest seems to be swelling day by day. Her pert little buttocks are also quietly developing, and her waist is getting smaller and smaller.
Getting more and more slender...
As she walked, her rhythm was unintentionally gentle and graceful. It already had some girlish charm...
The little girl has grown up...
Chu Yang thought with some sigh in his heart, thinking about Mo Qingwu's charming and affectionate appearance in his previous life, he couldn't help but feel a slight sourness in his heart.
Although Yi Ren is by his side now, for some reason, Mo Qingwu's pair of resentful eyes from her previous life still sometimes appear in her dreams.
"Brother Chu Yang... I've been dreaming these past few days. It's so strange." Mo Qingwu jumped up and down in the white snow, turning her face sideways; she was dressed in red, with hair like a waterfall, making her face look small.
Even more explosive.
The eyelashes also looked longer, like two graceful little fans, flickering.
The red, water chestnut-shaped cherry mouth makes people want to take a peck.
Chu Yang's heart was full of love and affection when he saw it, and he was a little lost in thought. He said casually: "What good dream did Qing Wu have? Tell me, did you dream about me?"
"Brother Chu Yang, I have been having a strange dream these past few days. The same dream!" Mo Qingwu's eyes were a little confused, and there was also a... faint sadness and resentment!
This look made Chu Yang startled!
This look...why is it so similar to Qingwu in the previous life?
"Same dream? What dream?" When Chu Yang said this, he felt his throat was a little dry.
"A strange dream. In the dream, there is you and me. In the dream, I have grown up..." Mo Qingwu lowered her eyes and said: "Then... there is a purple bamboo forest on a mountain. I went there to pick the roots of purple bamboo.
, and then I met you, but you were so lonely in your dreams..."
Chu Yang was walking forward in the snow and suddenly stopped, dumbfounded.
A large chunk of the snow under his feet was suddenly kicked up by him and scattered in all directions.
"Brother Chu Yang?" Mo Qingwu was deep in thought while walking forward, but Chu Yang suddenly stopped. However, she realized after taking two more steps forward and hurriedly turned around and asked.
"It's nothing, you...just keep talking..." Chu Yang felt dizzy in his head.
"Actually, it's nothing... At that time, although you were withdrawn, you were very heart-wrenching. As soon as I saw you, I felt that this man had endured too much pain, and I wanted to comfort you..."
"Then we got to know each other... But you were so ruthless in the dream." Mo Qingwu pouted and said aggrievedly: "I am so accommodating to you and like you so much... but you always bully me...
…”
"Bullying you..." Chu Yang murmured.
"You always ask me to leave you...but I can't bear to leave you...In my dream, no one treats me well except you..." Mo Qingwu said with tears in her eyes.
Chu Yang's heart suddenly felt cramped.
"We met three times in the Purple Bamboo Forest, and then... and then... it was always you..." When Mo Qingwu said this, her cheeks suddenly turned red, as bright as the morning glow, and she was a little shy and shy, so she stopped talking.
"I...what am I doing?" Chu Yang asked confused.
"Oh...you are the bad one after all!" Mo Qingwu pouted, blushed, lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, feeling extremely embarrassed.
"Ah?" Chu Yang scratched his head.
"Hmph... Anyway, as soon as you see me, take off my... clothes... You are not allowed to ask any more questions!" Mo Qingwu stamped her feet, blushing with embarrassment, and said coquettishly.
"Ah?!" Chu Yang was stunned: "What happened next?"
"What happened next?!" Mo Qingwu said angrily: "Every time I dream about this, I wake up... Such a shameful, curious and strange dream... Big bad guy!"
Chu Yang breathed a sigh of relief and asked solemnly: "Do you...do you have such a dream every night?"
"It's not that...it's just that since the first half of the year, sometimes I have dreamed about it, and sometimes I haven't dreamed about it. Until the past few days, after I came here and met you, this kind of dream suddenly started to increase...
…”
Mo Qingwu lowered her eyelashes, flickered them twice, and finally raised her eyelashes quietly, glanced at Chu Yang secretly, then lowered her eyelashes hastily, and said in a low voice: "Brother Chu Yang, I want...
…I am……"
"What are you?" Chu Yang asked.
"I think... I like you so much... that I have such dreams every night..." Mo Qingwu raised her head, biting her lips, squinting her eyes, a little shy and secretly happy.
Zi, said softly: "Brother Chu Yang...I'm not afraid of you being bad...but...can't I ask you to be gentler to me...in my dream?"
Chu Yang only felt that his entire mouth and throat were dry, and his voice became hoarse when he spoke. He coughed twice, with some bitterness and pain, and said: "Qingwu, you are so stupid, that was a dream... and it was...
How could I have control over your dream?"
Mo Qingwu's eyes suddenly focused: "Yes! Yes! That's the tone! In the dream, you never call me Xiaowu, you always call me Qingwu... It's exactly the same as the one you called me just now.
The sound..."
Chu Yang took a deep breath, looked at Mo Qingwu blankly, and suddenly felt his heart aching.
"Brother Chu Yang..." Mo Qingwu raised her head and looked at him with some sadness: "Will you treat me badly in the future like in the dream?"
"No way!" Chu Yang stretched out his arms and hugged this petite body in his arms. He hugged her tightly and murmured: "No way."
Mo Qingwu curled up in his arms and smiled contentedly. She said in a low voice: "Brother Chu Yang, I like you so much, I like you so much..."
Suddenly he raised his head and looked into Chu Yang's eyes. He stared blankly for a while, then stood on tiptoes vigorously, brought his petal-like red lips over, and touched Chu Yang's lips lightly. He paused for a moment, but then
Before Chu Yang could react, he immediately lowered his head and buried his little head deeply in Chu Yang's arms. He closed his eyes, pressed his body tightly against him, and murmured like he was dreaming.
Said: "Brother Chu Yang... don't bully me... Xiao Wu likes you... he likes you... he is about to die..."
Chu Yang was still recalling the soft touch on his lips. At this moment, there was a feeling of confusion in time and space, where the past and present life suddenly overlapped...
There is a kind of sadness and worry in my heart...
Only Chu Yang knows about Mo Qingwu's dream. This is not a dream!
This is something that really happened in a previous life!
But, why does it appear in Qingwu’s dream in this life?
If this continues, Qing Wuwu will not...sooner or later realize her dream...will realize her dream until her last day...
Or, will the memory of the past life suddenly be restored?
Chu Yang suddenly felt his heart twitching.
The two of them walked forward slowly in the snow. At this moment, Chu Yang suddenly felt that there was no one else between heaven and earth, only himself and Qing Wu; and Mo Qing Wu obviously felt the same.
The little girl was surprisingly quiet, leaning against Chu Yang and walking forward step by step. At this moment, the whole world felt indescribably peaceful and peaceful...
Just like in a dream...
It was as if all the sounds around me had disappeared...
It wasn't until they turned the corner that they heard the roar of people in front of them, which suddenly woke the two of them up from their dreams.
Both of them couldn't help but look at each other.
Mo Qingwu's cheeks were as red as apples and her eyes were watery. With an inexplicable shyness and sweetness, she whispered: "Brother Chu Yang, I am so happy."
"I'm so happy too." Chu Yang smiled softly.
Mo Qingwu opened her hands happily and walked around in the heavy snow. Then the two of them discovered that it had snowed at some point. It turned out that their hair and clothes were covered with snowflakes.
"Brother Chu Yang, my mother taught me how to dance when I was a child. When you are free, I will dance for you." Mo Qingwu smiled happily, with mischief and tenderness in his eyes, and said, "I will dance for you."
...Dance to the sky!"
Chu Yang was shocked.
At this moment, he remembered a poem and something very important!
Light as a dream, dreams also float,
The sea of blood and bone mountain dance enchantingly;
If you can fight a thousand miles with a sword, don’t ask,
Life and death follow each other to the sky!
This is a poem written for Mo Qingwu by Xue Leihan, a friend from the previous life and the most talented person in the world!
In the past life, the three of them often got together. Every time Mo Qingwu followed him, Xue Leihan was always envious.
Xue Leihan became famous as a young man, and his poetic talent moved the world! By the time I got to know him, he was already famous for his literary talents! He can be said to be a legend among literati!
For three days, his poems were sung everywhere!
From ancient times to the present, no one has ever been able to achieve such an achievement with his literary talent!
However, after his rebirth, he had never heard of Xue Leihan's name in the Nine Heavens world!