Ark, they don't revolve around you

"They all mean the same thing. Isn't this a telepathic connection?" Zhuang Ning was a little embarrassed. At this moment, he was able to lose his assertiveness. "What I mean is that the wine cup has bound you and me together."

"No matter where I am, as long as you talk to me, I can hear you."

Zhuang Ning said seriously, "The same is true in reverse."

"Ah."

"If Your Majesty prefers a more beautiful metaphor, it would be appropriate to say that you and I are a match made in heaven."

"A match made in heaven..." Sui smiled, with a hint of brightness in her eyes.

However, this was a misstep, so she quickly calmed down and regained her dignity: "Watch your words."

"When are you going to leave?" she asked quietly.

"Observe for a few more days. If there is nothing unusual, I can leave with peace of mind."

Zhuang Ning paused, as if he suddenly remembered something: "Your Majesty, Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon."

"...Yes, time flies."

"I created the fragments to limit your power, but you are still the mother of those fragments."

"Do you want me to go meet them?" Sui raised his eyebrows.

She already had mixed feelings about the differentiated fragments.

It can only be said that their birth was an accident, an unintentional product of their pursuit of the question "what is human being?"

As soon as she revived, the fragments should return. Therefore, to this day, this woman is still not a complete 20-year-old. She is more like a giant beast that retains the consciousness of 20 years old but is in an empty shell.

However, a behemoth is still a behemoth.

Even though she had been stripped of her power, she was still above everyone else, and ordinary people could not threaten her.

"I have no such intention, but if Your Majesty does not go, it does not matter."

Zhuang Ning smiled, "After all, your majesty is finally home, right?"

The land that gave birth to her finally called back the soul of the year.

With a touch of emotion, Zhuang Ning bowed and said, "That's good, Your Majesty."

It’s really good, Zhuang Ning is very satisfied.

Seeing him about to leave, Sui suddenly stood up and said, "Doctor!"

"Ok?"

Zhuang Ning saw the woman walk in step by step.

Three steps, two steps... until they were only a few inches away, she stepped forward fiercely and almost bit Zhuang Ning's lips.

Undoubted tyranny, like a burning fire.

After a long time, their lips parted. Zhuang Ning did not see the 24-year-old face, but only heard the sad voice.

"I didn't lose to you."

"I will keep fighting until you come home."

……

……

The full moon hangs high.

Even with the star pod blocking the way, the moon can still reflect its own shadow.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the courtyard is bustling with activity, and you can feel the lively atmosphere as soon as you walk in.

It had been some time since she was separated from the body of the year-old, during which time she was finally freed from the nightmare.

Even though he has always been carefree, this is still a headache for Ling and he needs more wine to relieve his sorrow.

But this is not all bad. After all, these twelve fragments separated by the years have not gathered together to celebrate for a long time. It is a rare good thing for the members to take this opportunity to reunite.

Nian even thought about sending an invitation letter to the person in the palace. In her own words, they were all family, and in terms of seniority, they should call that person mother.

Unfortunately it was rejected.

Unfortunately, the letter was not delivered to the palace, but to a doctor who did not want to reveal his name and just wanted to wrap himself in a black coat.

After reading it, he smiled and handed it to His Majesty, who was wise, knowledgeable and protected all living beings. However, Sui did not even look at it and burned it completely.

"Is there no Mid-Autumn Festival banquet for me?!"

After hearing this, Nian sneered and said that it would be better if she didn't come. If she came, the atmosphere would become even more weird.

The retro courtyard is filled with curling smoke and a peaceful atmosphere.

In the corner, the eldest and second brothers looked up at the moon and chatted with each other. They had just had a fight before, but it seemed like a bubble.

I swung the pot and the ladle, and the fragrant aroma flowed with it, whetting my appetite.

The sunset is painting with the brush, while the year is chattering on the side.

Ling realized that she was the last one to arrive, and she only brought a pot of wine with her.

She originally guessed that the person might come, but there was no sign of him.

Are you disappointed... Ling asked herself, she thought she was a little disappointed, but that was normal.

Soon, the food was served. Nian and Xi were still fighting over the taste. For a while, Mo Liang jumped around. Nian sneered, and cold light flashed in all directions.

The next second, Zhong Yue seemed to be unable to bear it any longer and shouted angrily. The two guys had no choice but to sit in their seats with hatred.

Since they were born so close to each other, they can only sit together. There is nothing they can do about it.

Only Ling noticed that Nian and Xi both intentionally avoided a name, so that at least superficial harmony could be maintained at the table.

At this time, she was in a trance, in a light sleep, her consciousness was vague.

In the dream, Ling seemed to come to a busy city and saw the man in the alley.

That was the Doctor, he had packed his luggage and was leaving after tonight.

Ling Rumeng woke up, and his heart began to pound.

Is he leaving? Tonight, so suddenly?

Ling stood up, extremely flustered, and rushed out of the door in a hurry without even having time to explain to his family.

As the person who interfered with their revival, Zhuang Ning was in a sense more like their master, and even the second brother could not resist him directly.

Authority was useless to that man, he could only rely on his own two feet. Fortunately, Ling knew the location of the busy city.

He is leaving, and I don’t know where he will go next, but at least I should go see him tonight!

The streets are full of people, and on the Mid-Autumn Festival night, many families are out traveling.

It makes one figure after another appear, like the tide of the sea.

However, when she arrived at the place she saw in her dream, the low-key figure holding the suitcase was no longer in the darkness under the eaves.

Ling lowered her face, her expression gradually disappeared, and she still didn't see the man. She laughed at herself and walked back with her head down.

At this time, the population gradually became sparse, and Ling unknowingly arrived at the foot of a restaurant.

The tavern was holding a poetry gathering. The capital was where talented people from all over the country gathered. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and if one of the poems was sung by people, it would surely become famous throughout the world in the future.

Ling felt sad. It was only a short month since the bloody battle, but the city seemed to have forgotten the fight.

She used to be interested in hearing the poetry coming from the building, but today she just felt tired.

Just at this moment, fireworks rose from the ground and exploded in the sky with a long flame tail.

All sounds were drowned out, leaving only the sound of fireworks rising from all directions.

——Looking back, she saw that person.

The light shone on that person's face. Zhuang Ning turned his eyes gently and saw Ling at the same time.

Both of them were stunned.

Ling confirmed repeatedly that it was indeed Zhuang Ning.

She wanted to run over, but lost her courage. The voice still lingered in her ears - I will never forgive you.

Is it really a good idea to find him now?

But I saw the man slowly stretch out his hand.

He unhooked his hood, revealing his scarred face.

He waved his hand gently, muttered something, then turned around, dragged his luggage, and walked out of the city alone.

Along the way, Zhuang Ning passed by countless young people with their families, and disappeared silently without saying a word, facing the group of laughing people.

Ling did not chase after him, but just repeated the man's words: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Doctor."

The fireworks were sparse, but noisy sounds could be heard coming from the restaurant.

Ling Xun looked in the direction of the voice and discovered that everyone was looking at a board with poems on it. There was a poem circulated by an anonymous person.

The east wind leaves thousands of trees at night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain.

BMW engraved cars on the road. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and the fish and dragon danced overnight.

Everybody was silent. Even the talented scholar who had just been feeling proud of himself forgot what to say.

What a great word.

Only Ling laughed, and as he laughed, tears began to fall.

No one knew why she was laughing or crying, but when someone walked towards her, she had disappeared.

The golden strands of moth snow willow, the smile is full of fragrance.

The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and when I looked back, the man was there, where the lights were dim.

……

"I have done what a time traveler should do, right?"

After leaving the city, Zhuang Ning couldn't help but laugh softly. He had wanted to try plagiarism a long time ago, but he was too busy and had always put it aside.