The door closes.

The faint blue dots of light rose in circles, melting away at the touch of a touch, reminding Qianling of the bubbles in the seawater.

The room was very darkly lit.

The roots of the sacred tree pierced the ground, coiling around the house like a strong backbone.

Those dotted halos of light rose from this root, ethereal, like the starry sky and the deep sea.

The young man leaned sideways on the head of the bed, his beautiful and deep long black hair falling on the snow-white pillow, and his delicate face was stained with the unclear light outside the window.

Qianling stood at the door of the house, looking at him, and suddenly couldn't take a single step.

Hearing the sound, Lan Yue turned her face sideways to meet her gaze, her cold expression eased, and her thin lips opened lightly:

"Ling ......"

The white hand slowly lifted from between the futon and reached out to her.

"Come here. ”

Qianling looked at him, her cheeks were hot, her ears were hot, and her eyes were hot. Slowly lift up the vain steps and move over little by little.

The morning sun shone obliquely on the window lattice, and the cool fingers poked into the forehead.

She shook her eyelashes and looked at his eyebrows, the roots of her ears burning.

Lan Yue probed her forehead, looked at the red face, and frowned slightly: "Fever?"

Qianling blushed and shook her head like a rattle.

He lowered his eyelashes slightly, and gently tapped the desperately shaking head, his eyes were soft and helpless:

"Aren't you afraid of fainting?"

The brain melon was tapped twice, and Qianling's cheeks heated up, and she became more and more nervous to the point that it was difficult to breathe, and her face became blurry when she looked at him.

Faded away the pitch-black robe that spread with Manzhu Sahua, and the slaughter and anger were gone.

The boy's thin white undershirt was slightly open, revealing the snow-white skin of his neck and the slender and clear outline of his collarbone. The long, soft and crisp hair flowed down the skin, and the strands of hair were coated with a soft light.

She looked at it stupidly, and felt more and more blood rushing to her head. There are white flowers in front of him, and his nose is hot, and he looks like he will faint at any time.

Lan Yue lowered her eyelashes and chuckled, looked at this stupid-looking guy, reached out and grabbed it, and hugged her warmly and softly.

The familiar embrace wrapped around the body, and Qianling was stunned, this time the blood really rushed to her head. Like an oxygen-deprived fish, he struggled in his chest, and his head tilted and he was about to fly into the sky.

The hollowed-out window poured sunlight into the sun, mottled and dappled the two of them.

"Satsuki ......"

Her hot face pressed against his heart, and her fingers grasped the corners of his clothes little by little.

"I have a problem...... I want to ask you. ”

"Huh......" He hugged her with his eyes closed, his long hair flowing down, and the snow-white mattress was scattered between them, making it look deeper and more beautiful.

Long.

There was no movement in his arms.

He looked down, the wind blew his long silky hair, and the delicate silhouette outlined the golden edge of the morning light: "What's wrong?"

After a while, Qianling slowly raised her face and looked at him deeply.

It's so close that you can smell it.

Her trembling gaze stroked his beautiful eyebrows and clear and beautiful eyes...... The roots of his ears were so red that he was dripping blood, and his heart was beating faster and faster in his chest, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a syllable.

She felt shameless.

How thick does it take to ask such shameless words in front of Xiaoyue's peerless face?

"No, nothing," she lowered her head slowly, "just now...... What did Lan Feng talk to you about?"

Lan Yue stared at her for a while, and then slowly spoke:

"Nothing. Lan Feng has been busy lately, you have nothing to do...... Avoid going to the study. ”

Qianling nodded, still hanging her head.

He stretched out his arm and brought the person into his arms, and in the warm and comfortable morning light, his cheek leaned against her forehead, and closed his eyes: "I'm sleepy......"

Qianling's heart moved slightly, pulled the quilt and wrapped him, and gently stroked the long hair like a waterfall with his palm along his back: "Okay, let's sleep......"

……

……

"It's unfair to Lord Lan Yue that you just hug him and kiss him casually, and at the same time treat him as a child without authorization!"

……

……

Fingers stiffened.

The person in his arms suddenly struggled away, and the warmth dissipated. Lan Yue opened her eyes, looked at the girl standing with her back to the bed in front of the bed, and frowned slowly:

"Ling ......?"

Reaching out to shake her, the hand trembled, and panicked away.

"Xiaoyue, I'm ......" Qianling stood at the head of the bed with her back to him, her tense back revealing nervousness, "I, I remember that there is still something to do, I will ...... first"

"You said you would listen to me for everything today. His voice was soft, like a feather blown by the wind, "Is it just a joke?"

Her back was visibly stiff.

So she shook the hand and gently took it, and she shook twice and fell back into his arms, her face flushed and unable to break away again.

"You said you ...... Sleep well, why do you have to drag me ......"

Qianling sat at the head of the bed and was encircled in his arms, her hands didn't know where to go, her chin rested on his shoulder, and she muttered with a red face.

"Chubby is warmer. The voice was tired.

Qianling blushed and rolled her eyes: "What is the warmth and ...... in the big summer?"

The voice was stunned.

"Who's fat? who's fat!" she reacted, her eyes widened, and she grabbed a strand of his long hair, swaying and pulling it around, "Don't sleep! You make it clear, who's fat? You're fat! Your whole family is fat! Fat Satsuki—"

He muttered sleepily, "Don't make ...... trouble"

"Say it again, who's fat?" he shook and shook and shook and shook and shook and swayed.

"I'm fat. ”

"Didn't hear me, say it again?"

"I'm ...... fat"

Qianling chuckled and let go of her hand to hug him. The warm sun shone on his body, and his skin and long hair were always slightly cool, and it was cool and comfortable to rub on.

"Fat Satsuki. ”

“……”

"Haha......"

Twilight.

The silver moon hangs high.

"Look at your little bit of talent. Longya stood on the top of the branches with his hands crossed, the night breeze blowing the black dress, and the huge silver moon behind him radiated a bright light.

Qianling hung her head listlessly, like a complete loser.

Longya sighed, opened his eyes, and his blood-colored red pupils were thick and demonic in the moonlight:

"I have other tasks these days, you should stay in the tree house and go to bed early. By the way, use your brain to think about how to ask, and get it done early!"

"Oh......" Qianling hesitated, waved her hand and turned to walk towards the forest, Xiao Jiu followed by her, and the tail thorn swayed like a majestic little tiger.

In the summer night, there are fireflies roaming in the twilight forest, string by string, circle by circle, and the forest is lit up by small sparkling points of light.

A small dirt pit on one side.

The excavated earth was scattered and passed by lingering fireflies.

Dirt-stained hands crisscrossed wounds, and palms held a blood-stained guard card.

"Leaving the ......"

The girl knelt on the ground, slowly leaned down, and put the guard card in her hand into the dirt pit.

Fireflies form a line, shuttle and linger, and light up the night sky.

A little tear flashed in the night, sinking into the wet earth.

"I'm sorry I didn't...... Bring back your corpse......" choked voice, "thank you...... Fight for your life...... Protecting Satsuki ......"

Tears dripped down one after another, Qianling choked hoarsely, and couldn't speak.

Otherwise, the one who was blown off half of his body should be ......

She didn't dare to think about it anymore.

The moonlight is like water, and the fireflies in the sky are the lingering sea of stars.

Silent dirt, handful, handful.

Fill that little dirt pit and bury a memory.

Then place a long vertical stone and engrave the name.

It is also a place of eternal sleep.