Lynn's dreams.

The sun had already set, and although it was not completely dark, the whole sky had turned gray.

Linlin took the prepared food and walked on the way down the mountain.

As I walked, I suddenly remembered that I didn't know where that bad guy's home was.

So, how can I give the good food to the bad guys?

Linlin looked at the food in her hand, but she didn't open it, it was still wrapped in dirt.

This way, the food won't get cold and the flavor won't go away.

I thought I would knock the dirt off with that bad guy and smell the food for the first time. And then, that bad guy will definitely worship, wow, so delicious.

But now, what to do?

I don't even know where that bad guy lives, what about this food?

Linlin didn't want to eat this food alone, it was originally made for that bad guy, how could she eat it alone.

But how did you find that bad guy?

Knocking on doors one by one?

Or, go to the yamen and ask for a quick catch?

After all, the bad guy said that he was often with the catchers, and maybe those catchers would know.

Well, that's it.

Linlin continued to set off and soon came to the foot of the mountain.

However, they are not willing to move on.

Linlin didn't know why, as if she didn't want to leave the mountain, as if she didn't want to enter the town.

This disgust came very suddenly, although at this moment Linlin was just looking at the houses over there from a distance, and the lanterns that were slightly lit up over there, it seemed that her body was instinctively unwilling to move on.

Just like that day, when I burned the fox corpse, I instinctively cried.

Be all abroad!

Lin Lin didn't understand why this was at all, and wanted to convince herself to move forward, after all, she still had things in her hands, and she had found a way to get the address of the bad guy.

However, this resentment was so obvious that it was as if there was a fire pit in front of it, and the whole heat wave was emanating from it.

Fools will move on.

Linlin stood there very hesitantly, not knowing if she should ignore this disgust and forcibly let her body move on.

Hey?

Got a sound?

This smell?

Linlin didn't seem to believe it, because the sound and smell were the bad guy.

After a slight recognition, Linlin followed the smell.

It's not far, it's just obscured by trees.

Lin Lin saw that the bad guy was sitting on the ground, sitting cross-legged there, with his head buried low.

I'm crying.

He didn't cry very loudly, Linlin could see and hear very clearly, and the bad guy kept wiping his tears with his arm.

What is there to cry about?

Linlin wanted to walk over, but found that it didn't seem to be suitable.

Look at the food in your hand, and look at the bad guy sitting on the ground crying.

Linlin decided that it would be better to step back and give the bad guy a little space.

A bad guy who can shed tears is not too bad.

Linlin didn't say anything, nor did she comfort her, she just pretended that she didn't know about it.

Leave slowly.

Linlin looked at the food in her hand, and it seemed that she was destined to eat it alone.

On a whim, I wanted to get food for that bad guy, thinking that the exam should be over, and now it seems that I don't know what happened to that bad guy.

But why is that bad guy crying here?

Linlin couldn't find the answer, and she didn't think much about it. Since that bad guy chose to hide there alone and cry, why bother.

Not all grief needs comfort, and not all people want to be comforted.

Some people just don't like to be comforted, and some people just like to be alone and grieving.

The kind of person who thinks that it is a bad thing to be alone and grieve alone, and who thinks that this idea is the truth, the kind of state that seems that I am here to comfort you is good for you, and how can you lose your temper and do not know the hearts of good people, it is disgusting.

However, when a person is sad and does not need to be comforted by saying it, he will be seen by others as self-defeating or just emotional.

Or, some people just like to be comforted, they just like the kind of thing that they can't stop talking about when they're sad, and then they can vent their grief and get a new life.

However, Linlin still decided not to bother, or decided to leave.

Since I don't want to go to the town, and I don't want to disturb the bad guy, I have to go back to the small temple.

Linlin went up the mountain again and returned to the small temple.

The food was put in a small pit by Linlin, and it seemed that she had no desire to eat.

"Hey, forget it, it's time to cultivate. ”

Lin Lin sat down in the position of the bone chest and began her own cultivation.

Cultivation is different from cultivation, and the goal of cultivation is to be stronger, and it is completely strong in force.

Cultivation, on the other hand, is only about returning from the acquired to the innate nature.

But sometimes, in the process of cultivation, there will be cultivation mixed in. For example, certain perceptions, certain insights, will make one's cultivation smoother, and will make one's martial arts stronger.

However, cultivation does not require any interference from cultivation, no matter whether it is cultivated to the heavens and the earth, or if you are just an ordinary person or a disabled person who has not cultivated at all, it will not affect your return to innateness.

Lin Lin was cultivating, not cultivating.

Everyone has their own exercises, their own fist and foot skills, and their own schools of spells.

There are so many things that can be said about cultivation, just the most basic fitness is hundreds of books and sayings, not to mention magic spells and true qi rotation and so on.

However, no matter what kind of cultivation method it is, it has the same basic requirement, which is concentration.

Focusing on the exercises themselves, whether the exercises require the spinal cords of hundreds of babies, or the joyful double cultivation of yin and yang, will require concentration.

Even, even if the so-called walking and sitting are all cultivation, it is also concentration.

Unfortunately, Linlin couldn't focus.

In my mind, thinking of the cry of that bad guy, it seems that I have never seen the tears of that bad guy for so many days.

Every day seems to be pretty good, Linlin knows it, and she can feel it directly.

The bad guy's mind is not complicated, and he always exudes a decent sense of comfort.

These days, getting along with that bad guy, and that bad guy didn't show up today, Linlin knows that she likes to be with that bad guy.

Otherwise, how would you think of making your own food?

Linlin looked at the small pit, at the food that was still covered in dirt.

Worst!

I can't concentrate at all, I can't cultivate at all.

Linlin opened her eyes and found that it was already dark.

I don't know if that bad guy is still sitting there crying?

"Hey, you're here. ”

It's the voice of that bad guy!

Lin Lin turned her head and saw the bad guy, standing there.

Is your own distraction so serious?

Didn't even hear footsteps?

"Hmm. ”

Linlin was a little happy, but she remembered that she had seen that bad guy crying before, and she couldn't seem too happy.

"Why are you here?"

"I'll come and see you, I'll give you a message, and I'll go back. ”

Linlin: "Just came, are you leaving?"

Knife boy: "Yes, I didn't take the test today, and I'm in a bad mood, so I don't want to infect you." Just come over and have a look, okay, I'll go back first. I'll come back to you tomorrow. ”

Is it because I didn't take the test soon, so I cried at the foot of the mountain?

Linlin: "I made the food, and I originally said to bring it to you, but I don't know where you live. Why don't you eat and leave?"

Knife boy was a little hesitant.

Linlin, on the other hand, had already taken the food, stood in front of the knife, and pried open the outermost layer of dirt.

It's still hot inside!

The aroma spreads instantly, and this earth-sealed cooking method envelops all the flavors and fats of the food.

"This is what I taught you?"

"Hmm. ”

Linlin smiled, because she saw a smile on the bad guy's face.

The power of food is more powerful than you think.