Good Morning, Miss Ghost

I spent three days at the Aegean Sea, and finally set off for the terminal station-Goreme.

榛 In order to see the sunrise, Mo Zhen had to get up early. At 4:30 in the morning, the hot air balloon company's car was already waiting at the hotel entrance.

He thought it would not be many tourists in the off-season, but after arriving at his destination, Mo Zhen found out that the number of people who came to take the hot air balloon made him furious.

Hot air balloon lay on the ground. While waiting for the hot air balloon to heat up, Mo Zhen took a few photos with his camera.

A Yao saw him take a picture, his eyes swiftly rushed past, compared to a V to the camera.

Mo Mozhen: "..."

It seems that she not only has good acting skills, but also has a strong sense of lens.

The hot air balloon that Mo Mozhan was riding was probably the least crowded, with only seven people including the pilot. Of course, there is a ghost that everyone cannot see.

Considering that the wind in the air will be relatively strong, Mo Zhen deliberately wore an extra coat today, and also wore large dark brown sunglasses.

以前 Before Mo Zhen appeared, the tall and handsome pilot had always been the focus of everyone's attention, but now everyone is looking at Mo Zhen excitedly and whispering something.

On this level of onlooking Mo Zhen has long been accustomed to it. He is unhappy that why is Yao Yao staring at that pilot all the time?

"Hazel, the foreign men really have more flavor!" After Yao Yao visited the pilot, he finally returned to Mo Zhen's side. Mo Zhen snorted coldly and did not speak.

Colorful hot air balloons rise slowly, like countless colorful birds soaring above Goreme.

Goreme's landform gradually appeared in front of him, reaching to the horizon, and blending into the blue sky just before sunrise. Under the white clouds glowing in the morning light, the rice-sized hot air balloon became the most beautiful decoration in the sky.

Mo Zhen changed the angle to take a rare view, and Ayao floated beside the basket, yelling at the hot air balloon in the air. In such a scenery, other people have finally shifted their attention from Mo Zhen to the scenery.

"Zhanzhan, look, I hold the balloon in my hand!" Aya borrowed the angle, "holding" a hot air balloon in the distance. Mo Zhen held the camera, heard the words, turned around, and pressed the shutter.

A Yao seems to be addicted to the game and made a pose of popping a balloon. Mo Zhen looked at A Yao, who was smiling as a flower through the lens. The sun was just above her head, and she shyly showed a small half of her face. Like a miracle, she painted white clouds and blue sky with a layer of pale gold.

Finally, Mo Mozhen's quiet eyes finally caused a wave of waves, and her fingers moved slightly to put the scene into the camera.

He wanted to touch her.

He can depict the radian of the corner of her mouth when she is happy and the crease of her frown when she is angry, but there is no way to touch her-this is the simplest thing in the eyes of ordinary couples.

"Hazel, what are you thinking?" Mo Yao's mood swing seemed to have caught A Yao's attention. She floated back from the side of the basket and looked at Mo Zhen inquiringly.

Mo Zhen didn't answer, just shook his head invisibly. Folding down the emotions in his eyes, Mo Zhen found another angle, ready to take a selfie.

A Yao rushed in front of Mo Zhen to press the shutter, and once again his eyes quickly rushed past, stealing a shadow against Mo Zhen's head.

The sound of 卡 嚓, as if time was fixed by this sound.

"Haha, Hazel, we have a group photo!" Aya said very excitedly, with a little pride, as if she didn't know that the camera couldn't shoot herself.

Mo Mozhen glanced at the photo. A Yao's sneak image would not affect any effect, but he still raised the camera again and took a photo of himself.

Like Aya said, it was their photo, the only photo in this trip.

I flew for an hour in the air, and this hot air balloon trip was finally over. After landing, the hot air balloon company also issued them a flight certificate and opened champagne to celebrate.

After returning to the hotel at night, Mo Zhen still dedicated to updating Weibo. There are many photos taken today. He sorted out some of the most satisfactory photos and put them into a bar chart. Putting on the tail was the selfie without Ayao's sneak image.

清 Chen Qingyang was brushing Weibo while she coded. She saw Mo Zhen's updated Weibo almost immediately.

Goreme, hot air balloon.

She thinks she is going crazy!

"King Mo went to Goreme to take a hot air balloon !!! [Fright] Dali is not strong and sorry, I should not laugh at the TAT you want to take a hot air balloon. When you wake up, we will immediately follow the steps of King Mo Goreme OK? [Tears] I will contract you for the biggest and most beautiful hot air balloon QAQ. "

清 Chen Qingyang met Ait Li Yan, completely because of subconscious behavior caused by excessive excitement. But for those who are interested, this is a huge piece of information.

Mo Mozhen raised her eyebrows and clicked into Weibo, which was not Dali's.

A recent Weibo post was June 4 this year, when Li Yan University graduated.

Li Yan in front of the library was wearing a clean bachelor's uniform, and there were three girls standing next to him. One was Chen Qingyang, and the other two Mo Zhen didn't know, but it was probably Li Yan's roommate.

The smiles on the faces of the four girls are all the same, that is the purity and vitality unique to youth.

Li Yan's pale face suddenly appeared in front of the sickbed, Mo Zhen pursed his lips and pulled down the scroll bar.

Tong Liyan does not update her Weibo very often. Of the only seventy or so Weibo posts, most are reposted boiled lemons. Occasionally she also sends some selfies, usually photos of revenge on society when she and her roommates go out for dinner.

Mo Mozhen looked at her registration time, which was early last year. In a year and a half, she only updated 74 Weibo posts, but she had over 500 followers.

Mo Mozhen clicked into her fans and took a look. Most of her followers were her classmates, male classmates.

Ha ha.

Mo Mozhen sneered twice, and quietly followed Li Yan's head.

Tong Liyan's head is not a picture of herself, but a Q version of Godzilla that comes with boiled lemon. Mo Zhen stared at the head for a while and thought that stupid look was a bit like A Yao.

After paying attention to Li Yan, Mo Zhen cares about who she is following.

Qi Liyan also followed very few people, and most of them were relatives and friends. Mo Zhen looked a little surprised and she didn't pay attention to a star, whether domestic or foreign.

It seems that Li Yan does not chase the stars. Mo Zhen's mood suddenly became a little complicated.

是 Is it that her charm is not enough to arouse her interest?

He was seriously considering whether to find someone to decipher Li Yan's password, and then follow her with her account.

"Zhanzhen, are you looking at Xiaohuang Net again?" Ayao floated back from the balcony, and the blink of an eye had already come to the computer.

Mo Mozhen was startled, and the computer was forced to shut down again rudely.

But this time Aya saw clearly, it was not Xiaohuang.com, but Weibo. She glanced at Mo Zhen and asked, "Who are you looking at on Weibo? Wouldn't it be Teacher Cang?"

Mo Mozhen: "..."

Aren't she chasing stars? Why did you know Teacher Cang? ?

"No, it's Teacher Ozawa." Mo Zhen stood up from the sofa and went into the bathroom.

Ayao looked at his back and drew his mouth. Wouldn't it be that I saw Mr. Ozawa just now, so now go to the toilet ... solve physiological needs?

Lying on the bed in a dazed breath, Ayao stared round and round, staring at the toilet door momentarily.

遥 When Mo Zhen came out of the bathroom, Ayao still kept this posture.

When I saw Mo Zhen coming out, A Yao flashed in surprise, "You are so fast?"

Mo Mozhen: "..."

久 How long does it take to take a bath?

误 This misunderstanding was not resolved until a long time later, with Li Yan's personal experience.

After taking a bath, I seemed to be more tired. I got up at four o'clock this morning and played outside for another day. Mo Zhen now just wants to sleep well. After these few days of travel, he has been able to share a bed with A Yao without changing his face.

I lay down next to A Yao, Mo Zhen closed her eyes and stopped talking. A Yao was also very quiet tonight, and gradually he could only hear Mo Zhen's slight breathing sound in the room.

I don't know how long, Mo Zhen's voice suddenly came from the side: "Ayao."

A Yao is working hard to sleep, when he hears Mo Zhen calling himself, he immediately raises his right hand, "Yes!"

Her voice was crisp and loud, but it made the room quieter.

I was silent for a while, and Mo Zhen finally moved her mouth: "We are going to go back the day after tomorrow."

I could not hear any emotions in a cold sentence.

Ayao stared blankly at Mo Zhen's side, he did not open his eyes, his expression was so calm. Slowly lowering his right hand, Ayao responded with a shudder: "Oh."

知道 She knows that going back means she should leave. This journey is the last gift Mo Zhen gave her.

It's a pity that the banquets are all around the world, and the journey of beauty is always a time when people die.

Mo Zhen's eyes moved, but he still didn't open his eyes. He was afraid that as soon as he opened his eyes, the emotions in his eyes could no longer be hidden.

The mood of the return journey was much lower than when he came, and Ayao didn't respond after drilling into the tail ring.

I was picked up by Tang Qiang. Mo Zhen stepped out of the airport gate and saw Tang Qiang's car parked across the road.

I originally thought that Mo Zhen was going out for a trip, and he should be in a good mood when he came back, but Tang Qiang found that he couldn't get through.

Why is his face uglier than when he left?

榛 Mo Zhen didn't say anything along the way. Tang Qiang found a few topics and couldn't get a response, so he stopped talking quietly. Toe stepped on the accelerator suddenly, Tang Qiang just wanted to send the Buddha home quickly.

When Mo Mozhen carried her luggage into the living room, she found an uninvited guest sitting inside. Looking at the man who closed his eyes on the sofa, Mo Zhen's eyes could not help but jump: "Master, why are you here?"

Should he complain about the security system of Kensney Manor?

Master Yun opened his eyes when he heard the words. He glanced at Mo Zhen and sat up from the sofa: "I'll take your little ghost home.

Maybe he heard Master ’s voice, and Aya finally got out of his tail ring: "Master, is this the timing so fast?"

He lowered his head and chuckled, and when Master raised his head again, his eyes were clear: "Here." He said he took off the bracelet on Ayao's wrist and put it into his arms. I said don't open it before. "

Ayao and Mo Zhen were slightly at a loss. Although the separation was expected, they were not caught by surprise.

But they have no room to bargain.

"Hazelnut." A Yao glanced at Mo Zhen, his eyes were a little moist, "You have to eat well if I'm gone, or your stomach will hurt again."

"……Ok."

不要 "Don't always bully Tang Qiang, he's pretty hard for you."

"……Ok."

"Xiaohuangnet is better to visit less, which is bad for your health."

"..."

"I will miss you."

Mo Mohan's mouth slightly narrowed, and he nodded for a long time: "I will miss you too."

A yellow talisman ignited in Master's hand, and Aya turned his head and closed his eyes in the firelight. Mo Zhen watched Aya ’s body become transparent little by little, and when the yellow talisman in Master ’s hand burned out, Aya disappeared completely.

The villa that I have lived in for so many years, for the first time, Mo Zhen feels that it is a bit empty.

"If you want to cry, just cry. I will pretend that I can't see."

Mo Mozhen: "..."

He looked at where Aya disappeared, his voice was a little low: "Did she go back?"

"Hmm." Master looked up at the dark sky outside and responded lightly.

"Oh." Mo Zhen suddenly didn't know what to say, but just stood a little bit in the background. The Master turned around and glanced at him: "Take this as ... a dream of Huang Liang."

A dream of Huang Liang?

There was a slight smile on the corner of Mo Mohan's mouth. If everything is just a dream, it is also the most beautiful dream of a yellow beam.