Without any obstacles, I hurried down to heaven with Wanton Mo, and after stealing my figure, I rushed towards the place where the two of us first met. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Because I kept infusing mana into his body, his situation did not deteriorate along the way, his breathing has become even, although his face is still a little pale, but as long as my mana is not withdrawn, he will be fine, and he will be fine after a while.

Looking down at the ink in his arms, leaning on my shoulder as if he was asleep, after the lower realm, all the red on his body receded, and he turned back to my most common him, although the condition at this time was not good, but I felt very happy.

Happiness! There's still a chance to hold him with this complete me!

By the time I reached the place where I had met him, it was already dark, and I could already smell the smoke of cooking as I flew over the rough path.

Before coming to the small village, I saw a little doll sitting on the threshold in front of the first family, holding a rice bowl, eating fragrantly, stuffing a mouthful, but there was no stain on the little face.

In this forward family, the family sits around the old tree full of fruits in front of the courtyard gate, and the rice is fragrant and the fruit is fragrant.

Along the road, I saw a doll running back with wind under his feet, shouting at the top of his voice, "Mother, I'm back!" Don't shout... ”

"You stinky boy, run slower." The gong-like voice also softened the voice.

And I had already come to the end of the village with the ink in my arms, looking at the emptiness in front of me and continuing to move forward without stopping, a burst of mana fluctuations, and a thatched hut appeared out of thin air in front of me.

The walls of the fence look clean, and the greens inside are growing well.

I looked at the small courtyard and said in a somewhat choked voice, "Mo, we're going home!" “

This is where we met and where we are home. It's just that time has passed, and there was only one of us here, but now it has become a small village, and the vicissitudes of life, the river he used to fish in front of the house are gone.

I sniffed, stepped forward with a little trembling hand and took off the twist rope hanging on the courtyard door, and gently pushed open the courtyard door, there was no squeak, but my heart still jumped twice.

The hand holding the ink tightened again, licked the somewhat dry lips, and then raised his legs and stepped onto the gravel path.

stepped in from outside the door, and his body seemed to be softened suddenly, and the nervousness and excitement just now became a little moved and a little melancholy.

Eyes swept the yard of grass, trees, stones, soil, the memory began to flash page by page like a book, he was digging soil and planting vegetables, I poured a pot of water, even the seeds and soil rushed to the river in front of the house.

He sat quietly fishing, and I jumped in the river from left to right until his hook cut my leg, and then I climbed up with my lips pouted.

When he wrote, I studied the ink, and I grinded the ink from the inkstone onto the paper on which he wrote.

He drank, so I drank secretly, and the next day I saw that he either had a blue nose and swollen face, or his clothes were in tatters.

When he wanted to cook, I scooped the spoon, and the dish was not changed except black.

He wanted to repair the house, so I spread the grass, and the sheaves of grass were spread on it, and sprinkled it all over the yard, but when I slept, I was awakened by the rain.

He thought his clothes were dirty and wanted to change them, and when he opened the box, there was a mess of dirty clothes that I had worn.

He always frowned helplessly, so I tiptoed out my hand to stroke his frowning brow to both sides, and said as I stroked it, "You look so handsome, how can you frown." ”

Whenever I say that, I see his face flush red, sometimes from his face to the base of his ears, which looks very funny.

Thinking of the past scenes, I couldn't help but shake my head and said, "You say, how did you endure me in the first place... “

No one answered, I looked down at the ink, he said that the outside world is very boring, don't go out, it's me who happily pulled him out...

However, I regret it, I really regret it, I would rather never go out, be isolated from him here, for the rest of my life.

I know that I can't water too much vegetable water, I know that I can't be too noisy when fishing, I know that grinding should be done slowly and little by little, I know that I don't drink well, and when I get drunk, I will play drunk, I know that the cooking fire can't be too strong, too urgent, I know that the grass on the roof should be densely laid, and I know that the clothes I change out of need to be washed and folded...

I know all of it, I just like to see you helpless and spoil me, I like you to frown, so that I can reach out and help you smooth it a little bit, and I can see your blushing appearance.

I won't do it, let's stop making trouble, let's go back to the past, okay? There is no nearly 1,000 years of life and death, there is not so much heartache, grievances and grudges, only the purest me and you, here, simply together.

A tear smashed into his blood-stained face, making his face even more flowery, I looked at his face, it shouldn't be! It shouldn't be like this!

Regardless of it, he wiped his face with his hand as if he was crazy, trying to wipe away the blood and tears, but the more he wiped it, the dirtier it became.

That's not true... You are so clean, so clean ...

"Don't... Don't cry... "The weak voice reached my ears amid my hysterical cries.

I was stunned for a moment, then I opened my eyes that were still holding tears, my vision was blurred by tears, and the next moment a hand gently stroked my eyes, taking away those tears.

"Don't cry, you look best when you're smiling." I looked at his pale face with a slight smile, raised my hand and grabbed his weakly falling hand, then pressed his hand to my face, and said, "You have to say that I look good at all times." “

He laughed again and then took a breath, his eyelids closed little by little, but he insisted on saying intermittently, "Well, you... When, it's all good, it's good. ”

When the words fell, Yan Mo had already closed his eyes again.

I grabbed his hand and stroked it on my face, and said, "You're good-looking, and this time, if you can't hear it, you won't be annoyed with me." ”

The mood that had collapsed for a while just now improved again, and he came to the front of the room with the ink in his arms, and pushed open the door that had not been pushed open for a long time, there was no dust or moldy smell, and the smell was as fresh and clean as the outside.

Nothing has changed in it, it's still the same as it was at the beginning.

"You've bothered over the years." As I spoke, I walked to the side of the bed with Mo in my arms, and then carefully put him on the bed. (To be continued.) )