Nine suns stepping on the sky

The beast tide that would erupt in the Bloody Plain every few decades suddenly stopped happening for unknown reasons.The fertile fields gradually attracted more residents, and the small villages gradually had more people.

This year, Mo Yu was 20 years old.

A family surnamed Ling moved to the west of the village. It is said that the man used to be a tailor in the city. He earned some gemstones and bought hundreds of hectares of fertile land in the village at one go, which shows that the family is quite prosperous.

According to the rules of the village, the newly moved-in family has to hold a banquet and invite all the villagers to participate. It can be regarded as a greeting to each other, and they will be members of the same village from now on.

Of course, there are good and bad banquets, depending on family background, but most people in the village have a simple personality, and everyone who is good or bad will go to the banquet.

Mo Yu is an adult, and although he is not married, he still sits at the man's table, looking at the food and wine on the table, secretly smacking his tongue.

This banquet really cost a lot.

"Fellow folks and neighbors, our Ling family will officially live in our village starting today. If there is anything to do in the future, please take care of us. Of course, if Ling can help, he will never refuse."

Ling Yun was a fair and slightly fat middle-aged man, with his hands clasped together, with a kind smile on his face, he brought his wife and daughter over to toast the crowd.

The men on the table got up one after another, and Mo Yu followed, his eyes fell on the daughter of the Ling family, but he couldn't help but startled.

Her skin is like snow, and she wears a well-tailored white dress, like a quietly blooming lotus flower, more beautiful than any girl in the village.

But the more important reason was that this girl gave him an extremely familiar feeling, as if he had known her before, but he had no impression of her in his memory.

How is this going……

A burst of laughter woke up Mo Yu.

"No wonder Mo Yu is in no hurry to get married, so he was waiting for a better one."

"The vision is really good. I don't think there are many girls from the Ling family who can compare even in the city."

"Boy of the Mo family, if you like him, you have to act quickly. If you are slow, you may be robbed by others."

During the joke, everyone laughed harder.

Mo Yu showed embarrassment, and hurriedly drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Ling Xuefen blushed slightly, lowered her head, feeling a little annoyed in her heart, this person is too fierce, even... Even if she likes her, she doesn't have to be so obvious, it's really embarrassing.

From the corner of the eye, he stared fiercely, seeing his embarrassing appearance at the moment, but felt a little funny in his heart, most of the annoyance dissipated unknowingly.

This is the first time the two have met.

Soon, they came together.

Ling Yun was heartbroken for a while, and he didn't give Mo Yu a good face when he saw Mo Yu. His daughter, who was as beautiful as a fairy, finally fell into the hands of this kid.Later, seeing that he was really good to Ling Xue and that his daughter was really happy, he slowly calmed down.

Six months later, the two got married.

Mo Yu was wearing a big red gown, walking among the guests, his heart was full of excitement, for some reason, he wanted to see Ling Xue very much now.

It seems that after a while, she will go away.

When the wedding wine dissipated, he managed to get rid of the troublemaker and hurried back to the room.

After closing the door, looking at the beautiful figure sitting quietly on Da Hongxi's bed, Mo Yu's heart suddenly settled down.

That's right, she is already his wife, so where else can she go?

Carefully lifted off the hijab, looking at his wife who was becoming more and more beautiful under the exquisite makeup, his eyes suddenly became a little sore.

"What's wrong?" Ling Xue was taken aback, and hurriedly held his hand with concern on her face.

Mo Yu took a breath, shook his head and said, "It's okay, I just suddenly felt that everything is so unreal."

"Fool, she's already married to you, so how can this still be a lie?" Ling Xue gave her a slight look, with infinite charm.

Mo Yu smiled, and stretched out his hand to embrace her in his arms. Neither of them spoke, listening to each other's heartbeat, enjoying the warmth.

After a long time, he said softly: "Xue'er, maybe you don't know. When I first saw you, I felt very familiar. It seems that I have known you a long time ago."

Lingxue gave a soft "um" and was silent for a while, then said in a low voice, "Actually... Actually, I also feel this way, otherwise I wouldn't have married you so soon."

"Maybe, we were husband and wife in our previous life."

"Then we will be together in the next life!"

"Will do."

……

Time flies.

The next year, their first son was born, and Ling Xue named him Mo Xiang.

Another year, their second son was born, which was still named by Ling Xue, Mo Si.

Mo Xiang... Mo Si... Mo Xiangsi...

Mo Yu smiled and asked her why she chose such a name, but Ling Xue just smiled and didn't answer.

Life is very peaceful, time passed year by year, the two gradually grew old, and the two sons began to grow up.

It's just that when he dreams back at midnight, Mo Yu will always sound from time to time, a dream he had many years ago.

A dream without content.

But he felt that he should remember. It seemed that there was something extremely important to him in this dream.

He once said with a smile, maybe I just met you in a dream.

Ling Xue smiled, and said that you should think about it carefully, and when you think about it, tell me what we were like in the dream.

Mo Yu said yes.

But many years passed, and he still couldn't remember it. On the contrary, as he got older, many memories became blurred.

That winter, there was a lot of snow outside, Mo Yu sat by the bed, held her hand, and walked the last part of the road with her.

Ling Xue left, very peacefully, without any pain.

But even so, Mo Yu felt that his heart was suddenly hollowed out.

He began to become silent, always sitting alone in the yard basking in the sun, thinking about Ling Xue, and also thinking about his own dream.

Because he knew that there might not be much time left for himself to recall.

In the spring of the second year, a great event happened in the village. Mo Liang's second grandson, Mo Cheng, was accepted as a disciple of the inner sect by the Four Seasons Sect in the big city far away.

This is a great joy for Guangzong Yaozu, Mo Liang sat in front of Mo Yu, talking in a rambling manner, his face flushed.

Four Seasons...

This name seems a little familiar, probably heard somewhere.

Mo Yu thought for a long time, and then decided to go to Four Seasons City to take a look, and Mo Liang also said to go together.

The two ancestors of the family were going to travel far away and were worried about their health. Naturally, the descendants dissuaded them for a while, but the two made up their minds, and after a while of scolding, no one dared to say anything.

After more than three months of bumpy roads, the two old brothers finally walked into the Four Seasons City.

Looking at the people coming and going on the street, Mo Yu's eyes showed nostalgia, the feeling here is very familiar, it seems...he has been here before.

However, he has never been to such a far place in his life.

When did it come?

Mo Liang went back in less than half a month, and Mo Yu stayed and lived in the inn. With the support of Mo Xiang and Mo Si brothers, he walked around the entire Four Seasons City little by little, and the familiarity in his heart became more and more familiar. Heavy.

Like a scorching flame, it may burst out at any time.

This day, he didn't go out, sat on the seat by the window, and fell asleep peacefully.

Mo Yu had a dream, a long, long dream. In the dream, he experienced another life.

There is parting and sadness, but it is magnificent and wonderful.

In that dream, there was also Ling Xue, but they failed to get together in the end.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, the dim eyes were full of tiredness that could not be concealed.

In front of him was the son with a concerned expression. He was overjoyed to see him wake up. It turned out that he had slept for three days and three nights.

Sure enough, it was a long dream.

Mo Yu clearly felt that his time was running out, but he still made a request to go to another place.

The black stone path is winding, and there are not many pedestrians on the road, but the small restaurants on the roadside are full of customers.

A beautiful young woman was busy serving dishes with a familiar smile on her face.

"Old man, what would you like to eat?"

She bent down and asked, but a bit of confusion flashed in her eyes, why did she feel so kind when facing him.

Mo Yu thought for a while and announced the names of several dishes.

Soon, the dishes were ready, he tasted it, and suddenly laughed.

Because the taste of this dish was exactly the same as in his dream.

Mo Xiang and Mo Si paid the bill, Mo Yu got up, took two steps, then suddenly turned around and said, "Sister-in-law of the Lin family, if you meet lonely and helpless children in the future, please help them."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left. Mrs. Lin stood there in a daze, with a feeling of reluctance in her heart.

But his meaningless words were deeply imprinted in her mind, and she has never forgotten them.

Mo Yu was ill, and his body was losing weight rapidly. Mo Xiang and Mo Si hurried home desperately, because they felt that their father wanted to see their mother again before leaving.

Finally, two months later, they returned to the village.

Mo Yu's bewildered consciousness miraculously sobered up this day, and he regained his ability to move, walking all the way to Ling Xue's grave.

But brothers Mo Xiang and Mo Si cried.

Because they know that this is the reflection of the old father.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are hard for everyone to escape. Why are you crying?" Mo Yu stopped them, but couldn't help but reach out and gently stroked their heads, saying gently: "Leave, I want to be alone with your mother say something."

After his son left, Mo Yu sat in front of the grave, gently stroking the stone tablet with his palm full of age spots.

"Xue'er, I remembered that dream. It was so long. You must also want to know it. Let me tell you bit by bit."

The old voice fluttered in the wind, and Mo Yu quietly narrated everything he remembered.

The sun is gradually setting, and the red glow is like fire, burning blazingly.

Mo Yu finally finished talking about his dream. He was silent for a long time, and said softly: "Xue'er, do you think I was dreaming before? Or am I dreaming now?" Looking up, he smiled, "But no matter what, I After all, we are together with you, that's enough, don't you think?"

In the setting sun, he leaned against the tombstone, his breath weakened, and he closed his eyes.