The dirty child stretched out his other hand. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was no scene that the woman was looking forward to.

One of her hearts beat swiftly a few times, then returned to a calm wave.

The splash that had just been stirred up fell instantly.

It was like a flickering wind that wanted to blow the pool of spring water, but the pool of spring water just shook, but nothing happened.

"Will you make a fire?"

The woman looked at the child and suddenly asked seriously.

The child looked straight into the woman's eyes, saw the small reflection of himself in it, reacted for a while, and nodded firmly.

The flames were constantly licking the bottom of the pot, occasionally beeping and beeping.

In the middle of summer, it is not easy to find dead branches, so after lighting the flames, the branches are wetted. The vigorous branches did not want to leave the season and protested unwillingly. From time to time, a branch that tried to escape the flames burst open, and a desperate wail erupted.

Neither of them spoke, and the mountain stream that they had just taken was not long before a slight mist rose.

The woman filled the water, then crouched down in front of the child and picked up his dirty hands.

The child was a little resistant and uneasy, but it was only for a moment, and it was quiet. Let the warm water wrap your little hands around.

At the same time, the woman picked up the already hot towel and gently scrubbed the child's face.

The child's hands were still soaked in hot water, the pores on his skin slowly opened, and he felt his whole body relax involuntarily.

The wet hand was lifted up, and the soap corner was rubbed, and the old dirt turned into a stream of muddy water with the woman's movements, and in a short time, the crystal clear water changed color.

After washing his hands and face, the next thing is a ball of hair like weeds.

The woman's movements were still so delicate and gentle, her wet hair sticking to her scalp was lighter than ever when it was dry, and the child could even feel the cool evening breeze blowing through her scalp.

"Okay~"

After washing her hands and face and drying her hair, the woman stopped, smiled and looked at the much cleaner child in front of her.

The child is not bad, and it is even a little good-looking. But because the spacing of the eyes is a little wide, and the eyes are not very flexible, the whole person looks a little sluggish. But at this moment, due to the heat and rubbing, a thin layer of red appeared on his cheeks, which diluted the sluggish feeling a lot, making him look a little dark and beautiful in general.

"What's your name?"

Looking at the young and young face in front of me, I asked with a smile, but my voice trembled with an imperceptible tremor. Although his appearance has changed a lot, my intuition tells me that the child in front of me is the person I am looking for in this life.

He's a long night.

You can't go wrong.

I didn't look at his palm to identify the mole, but as I wiped the dirt off my face, I knew that this was what I was looking for.

In this life, I passed through the path of reincarnation and landed outside Xiaofang Village, and my heart was confused.

Not long ago, I was still next to the Sansheng Stone in the Hades, and I was separating my divine consciousness to see the situation of Changye's life, but who would have expected that the Sansheng Stone suddenly emitted a suction force that sucked me into the path of reincarnation. When he reacted, he found that he had gone from the underworld to the mortal world, and there was a small village not far ahead.

In the last life, I learned a lot of news in advance before I was able to break the long night of love. In this life, I have no clue. In the past month, I have been walking around Xiaofang Village, meeting almost all the children, but I can't find the long night.

So, I built a thatched cottage and started lecturing.

Not only for shelter, but also for finding people.

Who would have thought that this would find people, and they would see it before they even set foot in this village. It's just that because he lives alone, no one mentions it, so when I stopped and started looking for someone, I was ignored in the past.

This neglect has caused a day by day to be missed.

"Fool. ”

The sound of the tablet popped out of the child's mouth, waking me up in a state of flux.

"What?"

I subconsciously asked rhetorically.

"I'm called a fool. ”

It's still the same flat voice with no mood swings.

I looked at the child in front of me, and although his eyes looked a little glazed, his eyes were extremely pure and sincere, and they didn't look like they were lying.

"I'm called a fool. ”

Seeing that I was stunned, the child repeated it again.

He said his name was Fool.

But in reality, no one would give a child such a name. So, why did he give birth to such a ridiculous perception that he was called a fool?

"You call you a fool?"

I suppressed my undulating emotions and asked.

The child nodded, his dark eyes still motionless, and his eyes were very open.

"Who gave you the name?"

I'll ask again.

The child hesitated, he obviously did not think about or cared about such a question, so when this question suddenly popped up, he needed to think and recall.

The dark eyes moved slowly, and the thinking child looked even more clumsy and sluggish.

"Everyone. ”

After thinking for a long time, the child said.

Everyone?

Is it from the village?

Remembering the scene of seeing this fainted child for the first time, Liuzi's words popped up in his mind.

The sixth son said that there was no one in the fool's house.

It dawned on me.

He has no family and perhaps no name. Because of his sluggish appearance, people used this title instead of him.

It became his name.

"This is not a name. My heart was sour, but I still had a smile on my face, "Do you want a name? How about I pick one for you?"

"Why?"

Listening to my words, the child reacted for a moment, then tilted his head and asked.

He was puzzled, he was confused, so why not a name?

When an ordinary child makes a tilted head movement, it will make people feel cute, playful, and full of aura, but when he tilts his head to look at people, he still looks very sluggish, like a puppet, stiff and slowly turning his neck.

"A name is a mark used to indicate that a person is very special. That word, which many people can use, does not mean that you are unique. ”

I thought about it and said.

"Unique?"

The child was confused.

"Yes. One and only. The name is that once I say that word, everyone knows it's you, and other than that, it doesn't mean anything. It belongs to you, represents you, and is the only one in the world, which cannot be replaced or erased. ”

"How foolish are you?"

The child asked.

"Yes. There are many. Light, dark, many people can be called that. ”

I understood what the child meant, but the answer was something else.

"That's not special. ”

The child was a little confused, a little confused. I know what he's sighing about. He didn't feel sorry for himself, but he worried about others, and they shared a name called Fool, not unique, so it would not be clear who he really was.