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The child was dressed in brocade, and his little hands were red from the cold. He held a paper kite in one hand, and with the other he tried to shrink into the sleeve of his cotton coat. He stepped on the fresh snow and staggered step by step towards the huge iron cage on the wall. It was so quiet that the only sound was the creaking of the new snow.

The child squatted down in front of the iron cage again, and sighed with a white breath, and looked around flexibly. "My mother said that everyone would go home for dinner at noon, and usually no one would come out, and no one should see me. Hee-hee......"

He held the paper kite and leaned forward slightly to approach the iron cage. The iron cage was pressed against the skin, and the child exclaimed, "It's so cold!" and retreated a little. His tiny body shook a few times, then didn't move. On his fair little face, his dark eyes were as bright as stars.

The iron cage is as tall as an adult and more than a foot wide. However, in such a huge iron cage, there was only a small rabbit with snow-white fur. The rabbit was curled up, eyes closed. It looks like it's sleeping.

The child looked at it for a while before whispering to the rabbit that seemed to be asleep: "Grandpa the patriarch said that he caught a man-eating monster, is that monster you?"

Hearing this, the snow-white rabbit's small ears moved, and opened its eyes slightly. The ruby eyes were so cute that the child shook the paper kite in his hand to attract its attention, only to find that the white rabbit had closed its eyes again. Seeing that the rabbit was not moving again, the child put his left hand, which was not holding the paper kite, into the iron cage, and reluctantly withdrew again. Changed hands, then reached in again. The gap in the cage is not large, and the child's arm is only two-thirds of the way in. However, the child was also satisfied with this length, because it was enough for him to touch the hair of the snow-white rabbit.

"Are you cold?" said the child, touching the fur on the rabbit's back. The fur is soft and cold. The rabbit suddenly opened a pair of eyes as his hand touched his back hair, and the round ruby glowed with cold. The child looked at him for a moment, and then saw the little rabbit turn his head and bite down his hand.

"Oops!" the child exclaimed, shaking his body and trying to pull his hand back. But the rabbit opened its mouth and bit it tightly, and the child couldn't withdraw his hand, and the rabbit kept biting the painful tears around his eyes with his teeth.

At this time, a slender wooden stick suddenly stabbed straight down from the top of the iron cage and stirred indiscriminately inside the iron cage. It was accompanied by a sharp woman's swearing.

"Dead rabbit demon, dare to bite my young master when you are dying! Dead beast, let go!"

The sticks moved undisturbedly, and both the child and the white-haired rabbit were hit. The child was startled and did not dare to speak, but he watched as the white rabbit did not let go of his fingers even if the wooden stick hit it on the head. In those ruby eyes, there was stubbornness and anger that he couldn't understand.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that this rabbit was so pitiful.

At this time, the wooden stick hit the white rabbit's mouth, and the rabbit's teeth were slightly loose when he ate pain. The child took the opportunity to withdraw his hand, and looked down to see that there was a tooth hole that was neither deep nor shallow, and blood was bubbling out.

"Oh my young master, does it hurt? Oh my God, it's all bleeding! Come back to the house with me and let the doctor see, but don't get anything dirty." A chubby middle-aged woman bent over, holding the child with a strong hand, and her face looked completely anxious.

"It should be for the patriarch to burn that rabbit demon to death as soon as possible! The child didn't hurt that much, and the blood on his fingers had long since stopped. He lay on the woman's shoulder, but his eyes still did not take off the little white rabbit in the iron cage. I saw his little white rabbit squatting in an iron cage, a pair of ruby eyes looking straight at him. Until the little white rabbit, which was not much old, gradually became a little bit and then disappeared from view.

The snow-white rabbit closed its eyes, then crouched down and curled up. It didn't move again.

……

Wei Xiaoan pinched a black chess piece, and his trance-like expression finally became a little clear. The last scene that remained in his mind was that of a child hiding behind a wall on the side of the road, looking at the rabbit that was getting more and more depressed day by day. In his hand, he is no longer holding a beautiful paper kite, but holding a small piece of steamed bun......

There was a faint sense of loss, and he even felt that the gaze that looked at the rabbit was emanating from his own eyes. The scene was so real, it was as if he was standing on the side and watching.

At this moment, Wei Xiaoan didn't know that the years and months that he and Mo Tutu were entangled in later started from this day.

Unexpected, unexpected, their first encounter.

Wei Xiaoan couldn't say what he was feeling now, he just felt that he suddenly began to feel emotionally fluctuating, his heart was like a lake that had been blown by the wind, the fine ripples washed his heart over and over again, and the uncontrollable chaos made his expression a little dazed. If you look closely, there is still some panic.

"It's your turn. ”

The young man's light voice sounded, changing Wei Xiaoan's chaotic mind. He looked up at the young man's calm face, and suddenly saw the white rabbit again, looking at him with those ruby eyes. He shook his head, barely even his body imperceptible.

The young man looked at him with no surprise at all, and he couldn't see any expression. It's just that the eyes are getting darker and darker, like a starry sky that can't be spied on. I only heard him remind again: "It's time for you to fall." ”

Wei Xiaoan looked down at the chessboard in front of him, and after a few deep breaths, his complexion returned to normal. He didn't know if what appeared in his head just now was whether he saw someone else or himself. just looked at the chessboard in front of him in a daze, as if to say to himself and as if asking: "Just now...... Is that me?"

The boy smiled lightly, "What do you think?"

Wei Xiaoan felt that what he should see was not others, but himself. But when did he himself wear ancient clothes, or whose little master?

"You have the grace of education and rescue in Mo Tutu, but your fate is bumpy. If Mo Tutu hadn't been by your side, you wouldn't have died well for a few lifetimes. ”

"She really did a lot for you, please don't let him down. You must know that in this cycle of events, there is only this time when you have agreed to be with her. ”

His ears suddenly echoed what he had just told him not long ago, and he understood it. He knew that this was just the beginning. Faintly in my heart, I have expectations for what will happen later. He wanted to know what kind of past Mo Tutu and himself had so that the reincarnation of several lifetimes was still fruitless.

He stabilized his mind, and in the upper right corner of the chessboard, he dropped his first son.