In July, the air was filled with a light and elegant smell.

The sunlight silently hid into the dense foliage, scattering the ground with color. The milky white, golden silver osmanthus gracefully floated gracefully beside the boy curled up under the tree. It seemed to bring him a hint of peace.

"Rong Wuyi, look at the way you look now" The young woman standing at the door of the hospital bed with heavy makeup laughed, laughing so arrogantly and proudly. "What are you comparing to me now? Oh no, what do you have left now? Zong Sisi looked at the man on the hospital bed sarcastically.

The white and blue hospital gown could not hide the thin body of the teenager. The boy looked out the window and turned sideways to the woman standing in the doorway. Not a word, silence, deathly silence.

"Enough" The handsome man who walked in from the door stopped him, and pulled Zong Sisi, who was still sarcastic, to the side. Zong Sisi looked at the man dissatisfied, and the words of complaint were not yet spoken. Then he heard the man say, "Sisi, what do you have to say to a dying man?" Don't you still have to choose a dress? If you don't go, it's too late. ”

Zong Sisi raised his hand and looked at his watch, a trace of remorse flashed on his face, and he chopped his feet, "Brother, Ah Song is still waiting for me, I'll go first" When he turned to leave, he didn't forget to glare at the young man on the hospital bed, "Hmph."

"You...... Are you okay? Zong Zichun looked at the man on the hospital bed and asked softly.

Hehe, am I okay? Am I okay? Rong Wuyi lowered his head slightly, looking at the bright red pattern spreading along the blood vessels like leaves on the back of his hand.

Rong Wuyi thought for a long time, turned his head, looked at Zong Zichun, and said word by word: "I'm fine"

It really couldn't be better, and the curse begins. I, without blame, take blood as a guide, and life as a curse. The bloodline of the cursed clan will not die well, and he will fall into hell forever.

"Little Nine ......" Zong Zichun had an indistinct loss and struggle in his eyes.

The corners of Rong Wuyi's mouth rose, and his delicate facial features became dazzling because of his smile. "Hmm, you should go back to the sect house quickly, otherwise it will be too late." kindly reminded the stunned man opposite. For my sake I want you to suffer. "Get out, I'm going to rest."

"I'll come to see you tomorrow" Zong Zichun looked at the hospital bed in confusion, closing his eyes and looking guiltless. Eventually, he gently closed the door and walked out.

It's coming, it's coming......

Rong Wuyi lay on the hospital bed, crossed his hands, and placed them on his heart. Close your eyes and feel the beating of your heart. The eyes are focused, and the expression is blank.

In the silence of the room, time passed unusually slowly. A lot of images flashed through Rong Wuyi's mind. It was the only beauty that remained in the depths of memory.

Rong Wuyi seems to have returned to that calm and peaceful town, located in the courtyard to the west, time flies lightly, and only leisurely remains.

The black and flawless kitten curled up in a ball, hugged the tip of its tail, and slept very soundly on the cushion of the stone table. On the rocking chair on the side, an old man with crane hair and a childish face held a purple sand teacup and tasted it slowly. Oh, and the boy who was sitting on a pony mound next to the old man's lap, sleeping and snoring on the old man's knees.

Rong Wuyi thought about it, his eyes were sour, and tears involuntarily flowed all over his face. What else do I have left! Why am I so stupid! It's over. It's over in a moment......

I'm sorry......

Rong Wuyi muttered to himself.

Knock Knock...... Boom......

-- The heart, which stops beating.

Pain, a pain to the bone. The body was torn apart little by little, and even screaming out was a delusion. I don't know how long it took, the boy's fingertips trembled slightly, and his eyes struggled to lift their eyelids slightly, and he vaguely looked at the green that greeted him. The pale lips bit a hint of red. Am I not dead yet?

Rong Wuyi raised his hand, trying to block out the glare of the sun. This, white and tender, has small hands with meat nests! A subtle pause in expression. Resurrection of the dead? The delicate little face wrinkled, and the little hands touched down nervously. There's little Tintin! There's little Tintin! There's little Tintin! Say the important thing three times!

"Meow~" coquettish grunt. A black □□, older than the cub, jumped into the little boy's arms with small steps. Rub, I rub, I rub, I rub. Meow~

Rong Wuyi's dark obsidian-like eyes instantly lit up, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously. "Little crow." The tone was intimate, with a hint of imperceptible trembling. That's nice. I'm back, it's good.

Suddenly, his head felt like he was about to burst, but his body was weak. "Don't be afraid...... Don't ......," he watched as the anxious meow swirled around him, and the little black eyes struggled to spit out the words.

Tiandao, are you finished? I haven't had enough fun, right, I don't have to die until I'm dead.

You wait, if you don't die. Let's have enough fun......