"Get out. ”

"Okay, good," the doctor said, glancing at the bed without a quilt, "Don't be 'out of trouble' for too long." He waved his hand.

"I'm out. ”

The silver-gray color that was obviously an eyesore, and the black hair that was longer than the waist, suddenly became a little shameless and hateful. Maybe a little warmer. Like a dark night, a desolate wilderness, and a bunch of bonfires that can bake hand-baked noodles rose in front of you. Canghai lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips hooked up a few invisible arcs.

A head poked in through the door again, and said with a smile: "Bai, are you starting to like me...... okay, okay, get out, get out......

The hateful words made the corners of his lips, which were so easy to relax, tighten again.

There is a big mulberry tree outside the window.

I don't usually pay attention when I pass by.

Maybe when someone says it, he will raise his eyebrows blankly and ask, "Why, is there a tree there?"

Canghai has always been inattentive to trees or anything, if there are any flowers and plants, he may lower his head to take a look, trees, maybe only when the sun is too hot and there is no shade or poplars are full of poplars burrowing into his nose, he will raise his head.

But there is a big mulberry tree here.

He knew it clearly. And now standing in front of this room and window where you can face it.

Although I can't see the whole tree, there is only a thick black trunk.

I didn't even notice it when I was in this room before. Because he doesn't come here much in the first place.

And when he waited here in the afternoon, and almost killed a white rabbit, he didn't notice it. Because it wasn't night.

Specific memories will only recur on specific occasions.

That time, he climbed the big mulberry tree on the back eaves of the Linglong Courtyard in the outer building, at night. Not alone. They climbed trees, ate mulberries, discussed how to burn their buttocks, and jumped from the top of a tree a few feet high.

The moon was crooked that night, and his eyes were like stars.

If he weren't alone, he probably wouldn't have noticed the mulberry tree.

And if it weren't for the night, he wouldn't have recognized it as a mulberry tree by now.

If, before today, even at night someone had said to him, "Look there's a mulberry tree," he would have shrugged his shoulders and said, "So what?"

But now...... Cut, I'm not and nothing now.

Looking at the mulberry tree blankly, rolling his eyes blankly, and thinking blankly. Bowing his head, he had a neatly wrapped mulberry paper bag in his hand. Turn around, and the opening rushes up. Only finger movements, arms clenched on the side of the ribs. The thumb reached into the gap that was plugged into the overlapping diagonals, and with a slight click, the paper bag spread out slightly.

Pinch the slightly bulging belly of the paper bag, pick the thumb again, open the two small triangles like hugging the arms, and flick the two thumbs from the middle to spread the paper.

A black powder that glows in the blue of the night.

Silence silently lowered his neck and watched. I don't know what the road is for. It's not that you know each other, it's not how much you match, it's not how good it is, it's not how similar it is, it's not how important it is, it's not déjà vu, it's not that you don't see each other every day, it's not that you're restless.

Lost now.

Just not used to it. It's just soft-hearted. Just remembering. Nothing can be remembered much later.

Leng Lone still wrapped mulberry paper. Spread out on the windowsill and want to snort loudly. Keep your head up.

The mulberry trees are still there.

Suddenly, a big guy with four wings flew in front of the mulberry tree.

Maybe it's just a moth.

But because the two species are so similar, it's not sure which one it is. Butterflies are said to be inactive at night, but can you guarantee that moths don't like to eat people either?

Because of that box of poisonous ointment, I don't feel sleepy now. It doesn't matter if it's a moth or a demon, when you see a natural enemy, you will always have the strength to get out of it. With both hands on the windowsill, he turned his body and lifted his legs, and jumped out of the window. ...,

What if this is just the vanguard?

There is no such thought. It's all said that it's out of the way. Like a forest of death surrounded by mist, it may be impossible to recover. But aren't the other sides of happiness on the other side of the difficult and dangerous side? Just like under the bridge, the gray smoke is misty, and there is no boundary in all directions.

Take a step.

Without hesitation, he took eight steps from under the window, starting from the ground.

All illusions are gone. After touching the mulberry tree. Here is still Shi Xuan's window, in front of the mulberry tree, surrounded by the ancient dragon claw locust pointing in a messy direction of more than 180 directions, there are lights in the distance, there are flowers, fragrant nose.

Press your right hand on the trunk. Bow your head, and look up again.

This mulberry tree is really tall.

It has such a steadfast skin that it cannot be looked up to.

but it bears such sweet and sour fruits.

Is there a purple-red poly fruit hanging from the leaves of the tree that is not clear in the dark, waiting for a soulmate? Like brilliant fireworks, fleeting, your night sky-like heart is suddenly not lonely. Suddenly more lonely.

Slightly, a little sleepy.

Then climb up and have a look, pick some and eat them. This garment, which is as red as blood, even if it is drizzled with mulberry juice, it will definitely not be visible.

It's true, I haven't slept much since yesterday.

The bright red mid-shirt was tucked into the belt, and there were two pieces of dirt under the bed at the knees of the red trousers. There's no need to say, "Don't tell anyone about my tree climbing," or "It's a secret for both of us."

The mood is so calm, but the eyelids are fighting.

Tie your legs to your horse and hold the trunk of the tree with both hands. Of course, you don't have to share the moonlight and mulberries with others, and you don't have to ask someone to bring you down. If you really can't get down, then sleep on it. Anyway, when I was almost eaten by a python, didn't I also say that I often slept on trees?

The misty eyes opened desperately and looked up.

Take a deep breath. With his arms outstretched, he looked up. Climb the trunk of the tree with all your might, curl up your legs and clamp the waist of the tree, straighten your ribs and raise your arms to climb. Alternate cycles to climb to the top.

Close your eyes.

Take a deep breath. With his arms outstretched, he looked up.

"Babble...... arms and legs are holding with all their strength.

......Lying on the trunk of a tree less than a foot above the ground was what appeared to be a specimen of a giant salamander.

"Bah...... The babbling ...... was motionless, but his cheeks were like a burnt red chameleon.

"Babbling ......"

"Hmm......"

"Hmmm......"

“...... Can't climb up. ”

As soon as he relaxed, his buttocks hit the ground, and he withdrew his hands and feet and curled up under the tree, like a poisonous red mushroom, his cheeks and chest were pressed against the rough stem, and his right hand was wrapped around it as much as possible.

Slept.

I slept like that.

Redcoat Badun.

Sleep clearly.

Such as a mountain ghost with a female dill.

Take the red leopard from the civet dog, and the Xinyi car is tied to the laurel flag. was taken by Shi Lanxi to Du Heng, and he was left behind...... ，