Mu Jiu & Gu Yunhao
With the rain pouring down, Gu Yunhao sat under the tree for a day and a night, his eyes dull, like a dehydrated tree, lifeless.
It wasn't until he heard the sound of footsteps that he blinked and became alert.
The visitor was wearing a red and white skirt, holding a floral paper umbrella. The figure was getting closer and closer, and the sound of footsteps gradually became clearer.
Gu Yunhao held the dagger firmly, his eyes still red, and stared straight ahead.
A flower umbrella covered him to protect him from the rain, and a sweet voice like silver bells rang in his ears: "Who are you? Why are you sitting here?"
The rain had already wet his eyelashes, making his vision blurry. Suddenly, he was startled and swung the dagger before he could think about it.
But he had almost no strength at all. From Mu Jiu's perspective, he just slowly raised his arm, as helpless as a frightened little animal.
She grabbed his arm, took off the dagger, and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
Gu Yunhao finally fainted and fell straight into Mu Jiu's arms.
"Hey——"
More than ten years ago, when Gu Yunhao was in desperate situation and helpless,
A man holding an umbrella and wearing a skirt burst into his eyes unpreparedly.
She used her petite body to shield him from the wind and rain, spent time with him in adversity, and rekindled his hope in life.
More than ten years later, I am filled with deep affection and pity for you.
After going round and round, he finally found her again by chance.
He stood side by side with her, determined to keep her happy, healthy and worry-free throughout her years.
The sun rises and the moon sets, reincarnations occur for eternity, rivers, lakes and seas run for thousands of years, and people come and go in the world endlessly.
Mu Jiu has thought and imagined countless times what kind of person she will become in the future——
Or a commoner, sitting around the stove under a tree, chatting in the fields; or a swordsman from the end of the world, galloping with a whip, doing chivalry and justice; or a skilled doctor, hanging a pot to help the world, to relieve the hanging; or a traveler in hundreds of rivers, walking on thousands of peaks and valleys, watching the water and mountains...
And in the end, the complicated world, criss-crossing, all converged into one point, and she shaped herself.
As time passes, the old appearance becomes new. Where are the rivers and lakes? One person and one realm is a river and lake, and rivers and lakes are everywhere.
It seems to be a plain and sweet little article~
The author's writing style is very poor and the writing is illogical--
Stay if you agree, don't force each other, let everything happen~
Intention: Joy in the world, talk and laughter