But this time, before he could ask any more questions, Zhu Yourong's skillful movements of rubbing ink on her hands suddenly sped up for some unknown reason. She didn't know whether it was because she was thinking of something or because she was just in an unfounded mood. In an instant, the corners of her lips suddenly curled up,

A bright smile bloomed on his face, like the first ray of skylight that broke through the window at dawn when Zhao Rong woke up from his dream in the morning and looked up.

Under the morning light, her picturesque eyebrows were unparalleledly bright.

"No, these are noble, selfless, or grand thoughts. I have also thought about opening up a road for future generations, making meritorious deeds, establishing virtues, and establishing opinions. Women who are not weaker than you men have their own sect.

The great romance of the Li sect...these ideas are really good, really good, and they are also the answers that many people want to hear with bright eyes when they ask me..."

Zhu Yourong narrowed his eyes and spoke softly.

"At first, when my friends and relatives tried to persuade me, I gave the same answer. These very good and noble thoughts not only became the reason to block their persuasion, but also became the excuse for me to let go of everything. Even my

I feel the same way, but..."

At this point, she paused in the ink-sharpening movement, then shook her head with a smile, and continued to rub the ink that Zhu Yourong had stained on her clothes, hands, and even between her lips and teeth.

"It's just that after I left them, I walked all the way to Wangquezhou and came to this place that outsiders call Haijiao Tianya. Life here is really slow, but I think it's okay to go slower.

I didn’t even count the many, many days and nights. I polished ink, wrote, polished ink, wrote, kept writing, kept writing. My heart became quieter and quieter. It was only after I wrote that I realized what I was doing.

Suddenly, those thoughts I had were just an excuse to comfort them, or even myself."

The woman bit her lip with a dazed expression, as if she was remembering something. The teeth on her lips were like a few broken jade, which were dazzlingly white in the sunlight.

Zhao Rong watched this scene speechlessly.

Zhu Yourong stared at Mo Yan. After being stunned for a while, she nodded seriously.

"It's an excuse I use to move myself and others. In fact, I'm not selfless and don't have any lofty ideas."

Zhu Yourong suddenly raised her head and looked directly into Zhao Rong's eyes. She smiled brightly and her eyes were full of joy.

"I just like writing very much, that's all. If I like it, I do it. There are so many reasons."

Zhu Yourong's tone was cheerful and his expression was excited.

Just like a hurried traveler, burying his head in the middle of the night, not knowing where to go, not knowing what to look for, but he is in a hurry, coming in a hurry, and going in a hurry, as if all the answers are in a hurry to go far away, but suddenly a gust of wind blows

, the sky and earth were a little brighter, and she suddenly raised her head as she was walking in a hurry.

See the stormy starlight.

Tired eyes stung.

The hurried steps stopped.

The heavy luggage fell.

She raised her head and opened her mouth, standing on tiptoes and raising her hands, wanting to pinch the stars that were so close at hand.
Chapter completed!