Mu Qian is actually a little reluctant to this town. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When he was out of school, he rode past the park he was familiar with, and he casually walked in and found the bench he liked.

Sitting there quietly looking at the western sky, the sun is already a little lacking, because the season has stepped into autumn.

"Ah," Mu Qian whispered, wanting to speak, but there was no object by his side.

It's not bad to change the environment, life is short, let's experience a different life.

Since Zhen's father said that the time to leave is a week to half a month, then make a compromise, even if it is ten days.

What does he need to do in these ten days?

Accompany Zhen Ma and Xiaoling, who are about to start separating from each other, and other things become not too important.

Get together with your good friends, play a football game with the players of the football team, go to see the junior high school where you have been in school for three years and are still Xiaoling's alma mater, and visit the Internet cafes that you have nostalgia for, and there is nothing to worry about.

Yes, and Xiaohua.

This boy, Mu Qian still couldn't make up his mind to save him.

There are many hidden secrets in it, and no one can know if Mu Qian doesn't reveal them.

It's not that he can't be saved, but he can't be saved, because Mu Qian saw himself back then, and he didn't want to let others go his own way......

Who hasn't had a hard to say.

Someone dies every minute in the world, and someone is born every minute.

Perhaps, because of this, I have never been able to appreciate the true meaning of 'being a human being'.

Because the process of life is actually the process of 'ignoring death', 'understanding death', 'fearing death', 'witnessing death' and 'going to death'.

The ignorance of youth, the understanding of youth, the fear and witness of middle age, and the end of old age......

We fear death, but it will come at any time, and we don't have to be too afraid, because no one can escape. This kind of poetry is foreign poetry when you hear it.

Mu Qian felt that even if he simulated this process, he would not be able to truly appreciate the mood change.

I fumbled in my schoolbag for a while, found a notebook and a pen, and crossed Erlang's legs, like a poet who had a chance get, and wrote down his inspiration in the park.

I'll go back and go back to the human research report.

"Xiao Qian?" Song Shijing walked over from not far away, and whispered: "You are really here." ”

"What's wrong?"

Mu Qian continued to write things in the notebook, and he firmly believed that with Xiao Song's IQ, even if he saw it, he probably wouldn't be able to understand it.

"It's okay, I'll come to you after school," Song Shijing grinned, put her hands behind her back, and jumped in front of Mu Qian. "Do you want left-hand or right-handed?"

"What?" Mu Qian suddenly became interested, "-flavored chocolate and chocolate-flavored?"

Song Shijing hung a few black lines on her forehead, and resisted the urge to press the ice cream in her hand on Mu Qian's face, and her good mood was polluted by a small half.

"I hate it," Song Shijing handed the two cartons to Mu Qian, "Here you go, vanilla or chocolate, which one do you like?"

Mu Qian touched his chin: "Which one do you like?"

"I'm all right. ”

"I'll like whichever you like. ”

"You ......" Song Shijing rolled her eyes playfully, Mu Qian laughed, and reached out to take the chocolate-flavored one, "Thank you." ”

Song Shijing immediately smiled with satisfaction, she actually wanted to buy two vanilla flavors just now, but there was only one box left.

Mu Qian put the book between the two of them, eating ice cream, looking at the sky in a daze.

Song Shijing was a little strange about what was wrong with Mu Qian, and gave full play to the fine tradition of asking if she didn't understand: "Do you have something on your mind? Lord Guardian?"

"It's like you're not on your mind. Mu Qian glanced at her, "Eating people have soft mouths, I'll tell you honestly, pay attention to help me keep it secret." ”

"Uh-huh!" Song Shijing immediately cheered up and turned to look at Mu Qian.

What could be the thing that could make him annoyed? Could it be about the birth of the universe and the opening up of the next era of civilization? When he checked a lot of information and understood the specific meaning of a mythical-level powerhouse, Song Shijing was also a little shocked.

The mythical powerhouse is already a god that can be worshiped by believers!

Mu Qian said: "After a while, my father will transfer jobs, and I will also follow him, and I may have to transfer schools." ”

Song Shijing blinked, transfer school? That's not the same as her.

"Then turn around, I can go anywhere anyway, don't worry. Song Shijing didn't care about this little thing.

Mu Qian glanced at her and complained: "What does it have to do with me where you can go, I finally found a reason to get rid of you demon slayers." ”

Song Shijing's little face suddenly collapsed, and she said depressedly: "You just want to avoid me." ”

"Guess," Mu Qian scooped a spoonful of the fresh milk and saccharin, "don't tell anyone yet, I'm more worried about them." ”

"Are you worried about Ren Ying?"

"Somewhat, sometimes she's still too extreme. Mu Qian nodded, glancing over the park, "And I'm also very satisfied with this place, when I'm old and retired in the future, I'll come back and live." ”

Song Shijing weakly reminded: "Will you be old? Doesn't it mean that you are a great master, who has lived for thousands of years and thousands of years?"

Mu Qian hung a few black lines on his forehead, dare not jump out and destroy the feeling when he sighed about life!

raised her hand, originally wanted to twist Song Shijing's face, but found that there was some cream on the corner of her mouth, so she wiped it off casually.

Song Shijing's little hands trembled, and she put her legs together a little nervously, and then looked down at the ice cream she had eaten a little bit, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

Mu Qian retracted his hand casually and continued to eat and flip through his notes.

It's a quiet that smacks of love......

"That, that," Song Shijing plucked up her courage and looked up at Mu Qian, with a little hope in her eyes, "Xiao Qian, how long do you have your birthday...... After your birthday, you should be an adult......"

Mu Qian: "That's the case in terms of my current identity. ”

"Yes, your true identity has been alive for a long time...... Song Shijing asked hesitantly, "Then do you mind, girls younger than yourself...... Huh?"

Mu Qian couldn't help but be happy, "Have you seen how many men are depressed because of their wives' young age?

"That's right......" Song Shijing suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had put down a big 'heart stone'.

Song Shijing didn't know why, like a ghost, and asked Mu Qian: "Do you have a lot of experience in this area?"

In this regard?

Mu Qian blushed a little, but the thickness of the Demon King's face was definitely not something that could be measured with a caliper...... At the very least, an optical gauge is required!

From a boy's point of view, this is actually a difficult question to answer.

If it's for your own face and self-esteem, it must be to say, 'It's a lot' or 'My brother has lived for so long, there will be more or less one or two women'.

But in this way, it may damage the girl's sense of expectation.

Then if you tell the truth: Originally, he didn't have time to marry before he became a demon king, and he became a demon king for a long time to be a new man ten years ago, and he never touched a woman, the standard old place......

No, it's all about exposing something!

Mu Qian remembered a 'chicken soup for the soul' he had seen.

Please make up the voice of the tough guy uncle by yourself:

A man with little or no experience will often talk about some things on the Internet or in front of others, but a man who has been in battle for a long time will subconsciously avoid these questions, so as not to affect the capture of the next prey. ’

So, Mu Qian nodded calmly: "I have studied it, but I don't have the opportunity to practice." ”

"That'...... Shall we try it......"

"Here?"

"Hmm. ”

Although Song Shijing spoke in a hurry, she was surprisingly calm today!

Mu Qian frowned slightly: "It's not good in broad daylight, or I'll take you to open a room...... Blindly pursuing excitement, but also consider whether it affects others, there are occasional children passing by here. ”

"Huh?" Song Shijing blinked, "Are you thinking about lustful things?"

Mu Qian: "Then what are you talking about?"

"A farewell ceremony with your classmates, otherwise what else do you want to do!" Song Shijing looked at Mu Qian with a disgusted expression.

The fire of the demon king's complaint is about to erupt, and when he takes off his pants, he will tell him this!

"No! goodbye!"

"Hee-hee, your coat!"

"Give me back tomorrow! What do you bring out, it's in the school. ”

"Okay...... You're blushing, hahahaha. ”

Mu Qian rode his bicycle and walked away at a gallop......

It's the same as flying.