But all this is just a passing sight in Jimo Ling's eyes. She is no longer the young and naive Jimo Ling's son, and she will never look forward to any feelings that are gone forever. Now she just wants to see him again. For this, she waited for a whole thousand years. In this thousand years, she never stopped thinking about him and never thought of giving up, but she still couldn't find him.
Jimo Linger, born in the suburbs, is a humble hibiscus flower, but it is only because it is close to Penglai Fairy Mountain that it can absorb the fairy spirit of Fairy Mountain and become conscious. However, in the midsummer of that year, a sudden storm changed her life. On that day, because of the heavy rain and the weightlessness of the mountain, Jimo Linger also slipped down with the sloping mountain. When she woke up, everything around her frightened her. Lying beside her was a peach tree, which fell down together, leaving only broken branches and leaves. She still carries a lot of heavy dirt, and she can't move at all. Fiona Fang has been deserted for dozens of miles, and her heart is unwilling and helpless. Only death awaits her.
In this way, after three days, just when Jimo Linger couldn't hold on, a voice faintly came from her ear: Xiao Lu, look, what I found, a beautiful Fusang! Let's ... what was said later, Jimo Ling didn't hear clearly, so she fainted.
When I woke up again, it was already dusk. She stood on a green grass, surrounded by newly turned soil, with light rain, and many flowers and plants she had never seen before. In front of her was a hut. Everything was strange, but this strangeness didn't make her unhappy at all. On the contrary, her heart is a little safer.
The next day, she was awakened by a noise. She was very angry: I want to see which bastard disturbed my girl's sleep! Jimo Ling looked up at the child in front of her, with a beautiful face, watery eyes and rosy mouth, just like a girl.
"Muyun, have a meal!"
A voice came from the room, and the child in front of him looked at Jimo Shine. "I'll be right there!" He ran back to the house.
It turns out that his name is Xiao Muyun. Not only is the name nice, but this guy is also handsome.
Without the fairy gas supply from Penglai Mountain, Jimo Linger naturally could not cultivate human form as soon as possible, and the immortal body falling from the top of the mountain also hurt most of her vitality. Fortunately, it is quiet and suitable for practice, but Xiao Mu Yun plays with his brother Xiao Lu every day, and only when they are tired can they find some peace.
The first thing Xiao Muyun does after getting up every day is to come to Linger's small garden in Jimo to water her and other flowers and plants and mow weeds. Under the care of Xiao Muyun, Jimo Linger's injury can recover quickly.
Ten years have passed, the naughty children in the past have grown into handsome teenagers, and the thatched cottage in the past has also become a house with red walls and green tiles. Jimo Linger knows that all this is because of Xiao Muyun, but the only thing that hasn't changed is this small garden. No matter how busy Xiao Muyun is, he will come here to see them.
Jimo Linger will always remember what Xiao Muyun said to him that day.
On that day, Xiao Muyun, as always, came to the flower bed, holding a pot of unfinished wine in his hand, without any emotion on his face. I saw him walking slowly towards her, stroking her flower branches and saying some strange words: Xiao Fusang, do you think I will leave suddenly as they say? I still have a lot of things to do. I don't want to leave reluctantly like this. I force myself not to care every day, but I can't be so relieved. What will you do if I leave? If only you could hear me ... hehe ~ what am I thinking? How can a little hibiscus flower hear me? A drop of hot tears fell into Jimo Linger's eyes impartially, and Jimo Linger felt his inner pain and loneliness through this temperature. There is a voice in my heart: I want to help him, just as he helped me at the beginning. Xiao Muyun, wait for me!
From that day on, I haven't seen Xiao Muyun for several days, and Jimo Ling was very flustered. A few days later, a lot of people suddenly came to Xiao Muyun's house. They are all dressed in plain clothes. Jimo Ling naturally doesn't know what happened, but her eyes are always full of tears. After today, she can become a human, and she can save her little Muyun.
After she became human, she immediately ran to Xiao Muyun's room and searched for a long time, but she didn't see anyone who was obsessed with her. It's just that in other people's mouths, he's dead. When she heard the news, she froze for a long time before she came to her senses. As she ran, she cried, Xiao Muyun, how can you go alone? Why don't you wait for me, just one day, one day I can save you. Since you know I can save your life, why don't you pull me out as a drug guide? Why?
For a long time after Xiao Muyun left, Jimo Ling's sons were in a daze. It was not until she made that decision that she appeared very angry. She still doesn't understand why Xiao Muyun didn't introduce medicine to her. So she wanted to find him and let him tell the reason himself, so she began a long search.
After a pause, Jim Ringer withdrew from her memory. Watching the blue paddles paddle in the water, it's already March, but the fog on the water is still confused, and it's been half a day before you know it. When she got off the boat, Jimolinger boarded a pavilion. The moonlight shone on the branch and a tear rolled down her cheek.
Pear blossoms, wrapped in skirts, swept the noise.
Re-enter the red curtain quietly.
Listen to the oriole fighting in the ditch, and the breeze blows between your fingers.
On the boat, the blue paddle cleared away the fog and chaos.
It will be half a day before you know it.
The lush scenery passing by is all yellow.
The cool wind is pulling silently.
Then clear your eyebrows here.
Twilight melts and lush green looms.
Looking back at this old street, I can trace who I am in the clouds.
It only takes a little rain to wash away this right and wrong.
Who will knock at the door when the moonlight is rough?
Moss green slate street is mottled with years and months like running water.
After three drinks, I can't figure out the tangled complex.
In your cold brow, I caught a glimpse of happiness, sadness, frost and snow when I left people.
The castle is not what it used to be, the dust is flying and the fog is scattered, and the fluorescence is falling.
Expose mottled stone steps
When you see it, you fall in love with Britain, and grass enters the deep courtyard.
Beside the railing, there are two lanterns on the small table.
Close your eyes and listen to the breeze and sparse leaves.
There seems to be laughter and laughter, haunting this Gao Xuan.
Clouds are silent, cicadas are singing, and rain is rippling.
Rub and dye to outline the world.
At first glance, the origin has been fixed for three thousand years.
Looking back at this old street, I can trace who I am in the clouds.
It only takes a little rain to wash away this right and wrong.
Who will knock at the door when the moonlight is rough?
Moss green slate street is mottled with years and months like running water.
After three drinks, I can't figure out the tangled complex.
In your cold brow, I caught a glimpse of happiness, sadness, frost and snow when I left people.
It has been a few years since the pear blossom and the snowy moon in March.
The pen is black and white, and the painter is interspersed with helplessness.
When did the crescent moon first appear on the river?
Who am I waiting for?
Looking back at this pavilion, I remember who you are after 1000 years.
As long as the moonlight is weak, it is enough to outline right and wrong.
When this memory surges, tears have fallen in a trance.
Maple red ten-mile long street, who frowns behind the red curtain?
Dreaming of the source of mulberry, bamboo and peach, where I said goodbye in the reincarnation.
May we meet again in this life and melt the sadness and frost between your eyebrows.